City of Streamer

What? " Hashimoto Shiori asked subconsciously.

"What do you think?" Meng Xu'an asked back, "If you were him, why did you suddenly stop wanting the things you wanted so much?"

Shiori Hashimoto said, "If I don't think that the golden unicorn in our family is fake, or it's already..."

She paused.

Meng Xian took a sip of wine, smiled slyly, and raised an eyebrow at Shiori Hashimoto.

"Either... it's already done..." Hashimoto Shiori murmured, suddenly realizing.

She thought that she had exhausted her organization and cooperated closely with the Rong family, but she didn't think that the Rong family didn't want to make a deal with her at all. Even, maybe Rong Dingkun thought the same as Meng Xian, and didn't plan to make her a daughter-in-law! So after the eldest brother died, Rong Jiashang stopped paying attention to her, but completely threw himself into Feng Shizhen's arms.

When the golden unicorn appeared at the auction, Hashimoto Shiori felt that something was wrong, but because of the subsequent riots, he did not think about this issue. But she's not stupid, and now Meng Xian understands it as soon as she reminds her.

East and West. They got it!

Rong Jiashang must have used some tricks to replace the golden unicorn when Hashimoto Second Young Master went back to check on the golden unicorn. The golden unicorn at home who was held in his hand by Masami Hashimoto and played with his eldest son all day long was a fake!

Shiori Hashimoto only felt that her world was collapsing like a glass house. She thought she was smart, but in reality she slapped her seven or eight times in one go, making her tinnitus and blinding.

"Why..." Shiori Hashimoto really didn't understand, "Even if my Hashimoto family is not as expensive as your Meng family, but at least it's better than the Rong family who broke out..."

"You still don't understand?" Meng Xian is not someone who loves to educate women. Women are nothing more than things that are attached to him for entertainment. For so many years, only Feng Shizhen has an opinion on everything, and if he doesn't like it, he will screw with him. Instead, he won his favor and gave him a lot of money. In the end, she was kicked on the nose and in the face. He slapped him and called him a dog.

Meng Xian shook his head and hurriedly drove Feng Shizhen out of his mind. He saw Shiori Hashimoto still looking confused, thinking about the reason why the two had a dewy marriage, so he reminded him.

"It's not in your family, but in yourself." Meng Xu'an said, "Shori, your desires are all written on your face, and only stupid men can't see them. But you don't despise stupid men, and you prefer Play with us. Isn't that like a child playing with fire?"

"I..." Shiori Hashimoto was at a loss for words, so panicked and embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

So, it's not that she did something wrong, it's just that Taoism is not enough, and she needs more practice?

Hashimoto Shiori's thoughts were still on his face. Meng Xu'an saw it in his eyes and laughed in his heart.

Shiori Hashimoto pondered, but Meng Xian didn't bother. He walked to the bed, looked at the green grass in the courtyard, and touched the place on his face where Feng Shizhen had fanned. It doesn't hurt, but it's a bit spicy, and the heart is trembling, very exciting, and even a little willing to take another bite.

This is how Feng Shizhen felt to him.

The news from the people on Rong Jia confirmed that Awen really took the train back to Yunnan on the same day as Meng Xian estimated. As soon as he entered Guizhou, his men came to pick him up. From Guizhou to entering Kunming, I encountered several waves of assassins along the way, which was very thrilling. Then he summoned many of Zhao Hua'an's old ministries and returned to Tengchong. The people on Rong Jia didn't follow him anymore.

"I know he's not just a little bodyguard." Rong Jia said, "Your brother might be able to make a big deal."

"What's the big deal?" Feng Shizhen was annoyed, "Is it worth my pride to have my brother become a big drug lord?"

Rong Jiashang shut up and didn't dare to provoke Feng Shizhen on this topic.

It is understandable that a family of ten was silenced by drug dealers, but as a result, his younger brother was raised by drug dealers and inherited the enemy's business. Every time Feng Shizhen thought of this, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. It's a pity that Zhao Huaan has no idea where he has wandered, and can't find it for a while. Otherwise, she would break her oath and hang him in front of the Rong family's tablet.

Moreover, Feng Shizhen is calm and rational in other matters, but it is easy to be impulsive when it comes to Awen, his only relative. It was also a headache for Rong Jia to hold such a quasi-brother-in-law.

The news of Zhao Huaan's defeat dominated the headlines for two days. Rong Jiashang showed the newspaper to Rong Dingkun.

Rong Dingkun finished reading it expressionlessly, raised his eyelids, and looked at his son with cloudy eyes, "You don't plan to take this opportunity to take back the property?"

"No." Rong Jiashang shook his head calmly. "As I said, I'm not interested in that industry. That's just right."

Rong Dingkun has made all kinds of fire in order to make the childbirth matter, and he has achieved nothing except for his anger. He also realized that he was really old and disabled, and he could no longer manipulate his young and strong son. Like a defeated old wolf, his fur was knotted and his legs dragged, and he was driven into a corner, where he lived on the leftovers given by the new alpha wolf.

In fact, in addition to not letting his father take power, Rong Jiashang is still very filial to him. Everything in the West Hall is the best, and there are nurses from the West Hospital who accompany him all day. Rong Dingkun was so honorably raised by him, worshipped by the top smokers, his mind became more and more dull, and his body became more and more decayed.

Sometimes, when Rong Dingkun took a nap during the day, he could see his dead wife, Mrs. Tang, sitting peacefully in front of the window, just as he remembered, with a little coat sewn on, his face full of loving light.

But this peaceful and warm scene could not last long. Tang Shi always raised his head and said with a look of contempt, "Qin Shuigen, you big liar. What crimes did I do in my last life to fall into your hands?"

"Father?" Rong Jia gave Rong Dingkun a slight push. He also found that his father became more and more in a trance, and often lost his mind when he was talking.

Rong Dingkun looked at the window again, there was no one there. Tang Shi was dead, so was Meng Qingzhi. Huang's and his appearance were very different, and Sun Shaoqing ran away. The aunt and the second aunt probably hoped that he would die by chance, and they didn't have to wait any longer.

"How are the preparations for Fanghua's marriage?" Rong Dingkun asked, "The Wu family has nothing to say?"

"With me here, Yun Chi would never dare to neglect Fanghua." Rong Jia said, "The two of them have already booked their boat tickets, and they will leave for the United States the next day after the wedding. Fanghua has even chosen a school. , plan to study medicine."

"Okay." Rong Dingkun nodded, "It's a pity that Fanglin is gone. Now that the Rong family is like this, it will be a bit difficult for her to marry better than Fanghua."

"As long as she likes her, the other party treats him with sincerity and integrity, how important is family background?" Rong Jiashang said, "Marriage is not a transaction, but a promise to accompany him forever. Only then can you be happy for a long time. Therefore, I have already withdrawn the marriage you set for Fang Liu and the Tang family. When she grows up, let her choose for herself."

Rong Dingkun frowned, but he compromised, and waved his hand: "Han Zh is your uncle. But what are you going to do with your own affairs? Are you going to marry that woman?"

"Of course I want to marry her." Rong Jia said, "but she and I still have some things to deal with."

"Like me?" Rong Dingkun sneered, "I won't die, she won't marry? Did she tell you that?"

"She didn't say anything." Rong Jiashang said indifferently, "Dad, I plan to return the fields and old house in Guojia Town to her, and now I am going through the formalities. She is also rebuilding the family tree. I also want to I know what's going on in our family."

"Are you going to change your surname back to Qin?" Rong Dingkun suddenly looked strange.

"You don't want to?" Rong Jia asked back, "You should also worship your ancestors. How many are there, where are their ancestry, and what relatives are there. For example, where are grandparents buried..."

Rong Jiashang's words were interrupted by Rong Dingkun's weird hoarse laughter.

"It doesn't matter. You already know about the Rong family. What else is inconvenient to tell you?" Rong Dingkun looked at his son maliciously and said slowly, "Our Qin family is indeed from Wen Chunli. I was born and raised on that wharf. Your grandma was a widow in the passers-by business who died of syphilis when I was ten. Who knows who your grandpa was, a sailor alcoholic and what his name was. I'll just follow you Grandma's surname is Qin. If you want to worship your ancestors, go to Wenchunli's pier and burn incense and kowtow to the river. After your grandma died, she didn't have money for a burial, so it was burned into ashes and thrown into the river."

Rong Jia was pale, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak for a while.

Rong Dingkun smiled like an old man, obviously feeling that his son was as he expected, "Jia Shang, so, do you still want to recognize the Qin family? Do you want that woman to know that you are the descendant of a bitch? ?"

Rong Jia turned around and walked out without saying a word.

"Bring her to see me." Rong Dingkun said behind him.

Rong Jia turned his head and looked at his father alertly.

"I think she also wants to see me." Rong Dingkun lowered his baggy eyelids and said, "Some things have to be made clear face to face." #####

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The early spring of April in the Gregorian calendar is the season when the weather warms up and hundreds of flowers begin to bloom one after another. The Rong Mansion, who had been depressed for a whole autumn and winter, finally recovered and regained the care of the sun and rain. The moistened courtyard regained its vitality, the branches and leaves stretched, the flowers competed for the sun, and the sweet, warm and moist spring breath was everywhere.

When Feng Shizhen came to the Rong Mansion at the beginning of last year, he thought that the yard should be very lush and beautiful after the spring. That is, almost all the servants in the mansion have been replaced, and there are new faces everywhere. Seeing that the handsome eldest young master was gentle and considerate towards this strange female guest, the little maid couldn't help but glanced at her again, and was reprimanded by the old mother in charge.

"It seems that there are a lot less servants in your family." Feng Shizhen said.

"I'm poor, I can't afford to support so many idlers." Rong Jiashang said with a smile.

Feng Shizhen angered him. The skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and the real estate and import and export companies left by the Rong family are still making money every day. No one who is poor is as poor as Rong Jia.

"I'm really poor." Rong Jia said seriously, "I'm going to sell the Rong mansion and move it to a smaller house. I saw a bungalow on Yuyuan Road and thought it was good, but it was because of the Meng family. Too close, no need."

"Is it necessary to move?" Feng Shizhen asked, "You have quite a few younger siblings."

"No." Rong Jia counted to her, "Fang Hua will get married in a few days. After the wedding, the wife will move out—she will be separated from her father. Aunt Wang will follow her, and the third brother will leave. Naturally follow her. Fanglin lives on campus, so there are only me, father, Aunt Sun and two younger sisters left in the house. With such a big yard, there are about ten rooms in the main building, so what about the empty space for raising mice?"

Feng Shizhen felt a little after hearing this, "When I came to your house last year, the big house was full of people, and I felt that your family was prosperous, and I blamed God for not having eyes. Now, in the blink of an eye, people will go to the empty building. ."

"It can be seen that God has long eyes." Rong Jiashang smiled and hugged her, walked slowly through the wisteria flower path, and walked towards the West Hall.

The wisteria flowers are in full bloom, hanging like purple clouds on the branches, and the bunches of bouquets hang down quite low, as high as people. Falling feathers are flying, and the fragrance is fragrant. Feng Shizhen and Rong Jia brushed the flowers all the way, and there were countless flowers on their heads.

Feng Shizhen raised his hand and picked a falling flower from Rong Jia's shoulder, and said with a smile, "This is a scene that was not seen last year. If nothing else, your yard is really nice."

"No hello." Rong Jiashang's cold and dark eyes shone with spring light. Taking advantage of no one around, he pressed Feng Shizhen on the corridor, raised her chin and bit her lips.

The two have been gathering less and leaving more, and the suppressed enthusiasm is about to explode. When their lips touch, there is an electric current flowing into the sky. Feng Shizhen raised his hand and grabbed Rong Jia's collar, and kissed back tactfully, his lips entangled. Rong Jiashang hugged her excitedly, clasped the back of her head, and kissed her as if he was going to eat her. Feng Shizhen's cheeks quickly turned red, and his eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings in the wind.

After a long while, the two talents parted breathlessly. Rong Jiashang still didn't know what to do, so he hugged Feng Shizhen and pressed her against the pillar, smelling the fragrance between her neck like a dog, pecked and nibbled at the delicate and sensitive skin there, and his hands became more and more irregular.

Feng Shizhen trembled in his arms, his breathing was messy, and his knees went weak. In the end, he pushed Rong Jia away, glaring at him with a blushing face, "Be serious!"

"Why am I not serious?" Rong Jia looked aggrieved, "You bit my mouth and swelled up too."

Feng Shizhen stomped on his feet in annoyance, turned his head and continued walking towards Xitang. Rong Jiashang whistled and followed behind her with a smile, picking flowers and breaking branches along the way, like a leather monkey.

When he reached the door of the West Hall, Rong Jiashang fell silent. Feng Shizhen was still calm, and even nodded to the bodyguard who opened the door for her with a smile, and walked in gracefully and calmly.

Rong Dingkun was sitting in a wheelchair, waiting for Feng Shizhen in the living room of the West Hall. He deliberately tidied up today, and his trimmed hair was meticulously combed back with hair oil. It's just been a few months since she hadn't seen her, and her hair, which used to be only cream on the temples, was all gray. No matter how tight the face is, the slack flesh is still hanging down, like a wax figure who accidentally encountered an open fire and melted from his cheeks. He also gained a lot of weight and was stuffed in a wheelchair, so that the flesh on his stomach bulged out round, like a balloon filled with water.

On the other hand, Feng Shizhen was wearing a bright and delicate light yellow printed cheongsam, her curly hair was pretty and charming, her lips that had been moistened by the kiss were rosy and full, her cheeks were flying peach color, and her eyes were like spring water.

Standing in front of Rong Dingkun, she made him look older, bloated, tired, and rotten...

Rong Dingkun squinted and wrinkled his face in disgust, his eyes fierce and full of jealousy and resentment.

Feng Shizhen was calm and indifferent, stood dignifiedly, and nodded reservedly towards Rong Dingkun.

"Boss Qin," she said, "Long time no see."

Rong Dingkun's face twitched fiercely, and the fat shivered layer by layer, like a rooster shaking his comb.

Rong Jiashang sat down on the chair by the door, raised his feet, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Rong Dingkun did not invite the guests to sit, Feng Shizhen himself sat on a single sofa, facing Rong Dingkun.

"I heard from Jiashang that Boss Qin wants to meet me, and I really want to talk to you about something." Feng Shizhen said, "We have been fighting for more than half a year, and there is still something that Boss Qin doesn't understand, and now I don't understand anything. You can ask me."

"Ahe..." Rong Dingkun said in a hoarse voice, "Are you buried?"

"Yes." Feng Shizhen said, "I have cremated my father's remains and buried them with my mother's ashes. By the way, I don't know if Jia Shang told you, but I have found my younger brother. He is still alive. Zhao Hua An gave him to his subordinates to raise him."

Rong Dingkun didn't know about this yet, but he wasn't too surprised. With a grunt in his throat, he asked again, "Zhao Huaan, how did you deal with it?"

"I broke my arm, took some medicine, and lost it." Feng Shizhen said briefly.

The flesh on Rong Dingkun's cheeks trembled again, and he looked at the young woman again, "You didn't kill him?"

Feng Shizhen giggled, "It's no fun if you die."

Rong Dingkun closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Now it was Feng Shizhen's turn to ask questions, but she suddenly felt that there was nothing to ask. She knew everything Qin Shuigen had done, and she didn't want to know whether he regretted it, what difficulties he had, or whether he hesitated before doing it. Just because of his own selfishness, the Rong family was almost dead. And even if he is disabled now, at least he is raised with delicious food and drink, and his children can still live a life of fine clothes and jade food.

So Feng Shizhen has no doubts, she only has requirements.

"I hope that Boss Qin can go to the police station and surrender himself." Feng Shizhen's voice is clear and his words are clear, "I hope you can announce to the public what happened to the Rong family back then, and repent and apologize in public."

Rong Dingkun suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her fiercely, his face flushed.

"What do you think?"

"Boss Qin heard it." Feng Shizhen said sharply, "How about I write it down so that you can read it anytime?"

Rong Dingkun took a deep breath and categorically refused: "Impossible! I can give you money! How much do you want?"

"How much money can you buy your relatives' lives?" Feng Shizhen asked with an indifferent smile. Rong Jia also said this at the beginning.

Rong Dingkun was a little panicked, "Jiashang is not good enough for you? He has become your dog! Fanglin and the others also listen to you. Even Sun's mentions you and speaks well for you. You have the heart to see them bear the burden. Infamy, no place in this society?"

"I can't bear it." Feng Shizhen shrugged, "But it's not my fault."

Feng Shizhen had an indifferent look on his face, while Rong Jiashang, who was next to him, was in a daze because of his smoking, and made it clear that he would not participate in this conversation. Rong Dingkun felt that he was alone and helpless, and became restless and angry.

"I can give you all the property of the Rong family." Rong Dingkun said patiently, "The company, this garden, I will give you all. If Jia Shang is not defeated, the garden in the south can also be given to you, so I don't blame me. already."

Feng Shizhen felt more and more amused, "Boss Qin, if someone kills you and gives you another piece of the family property, will you give up?"

Rong Dingkun frowned for a while and didn't speak, but the expression on his face was not really guilt! He actually really thinks that this is feasible, and he will really take the money and wipe out the hatred of the family.

Feng Shizhen felt very sad for Rong Jia for a while. With such a biological father, I really don't know the sins that have been made without cultivating in several lifetimes.

Rong Jiashang understood her thoughts from Feng Shizhen's soft glance, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and made a mouth shape: I'm used to it.

At this point, Feng Shizhen knew that it was useless to reason with Rong Dingkun to make demands, so he said bluntly: "Jia Shang has already agreed. After Fanghua's wedding, he will announce the whole incident. I am just today. I want to come and see your attitude. But it doesn't matter if you refuse, it doesn't matter what your will is anyway."

"You—" Rong Dingkun was completely angry, "Rong Jia, you are a bitch! For the sake of a woman, you don't even care about your family? How do you want your brothers and sisters to go out in the future? You How do you want to do business in the future? You might as well leave the Rong family to her. You idiot, a scumbag who has no seeds, a turtle son who licks women's feet..."

Rong Jia reminded with a dark face, "Father, I'm a turtle son, what are you?"

Rong Dingkun grabbed the vase on Fang Ji and smashed it at Rong Jia.

Feng Shizhen got up in a hurry. Fortunately, Rong Jia had been smashed by Rong Dingkun in three days and two ends, and he had developed a good ability to dodge, so Shi Shiran avoided one side of his body.

"I knew it was unreasonable with my father." Rong Jia stood up, "Don't worry, I will settle the younger brothers and sisters so that they will not be affected. I am the eldest son of Chengsi, and it is my duty to bear your infamy. , you don't have to worry about me."

He stretched out his hand to Feng Shizhen, "Let's go, Shizhen. There's nothing more to say."

Feng Shizhen came over and held his hand, then turned to Rong Dingkun, who was panting and staring at her with murderous eyes.

"Boss Qin, do you often dream of your father?"

Rong Dingkun shivered suddenly, his face turned purple, and he said dryly, "No!"

Feng Shizhen smiled knowingly, and didn't bother to expose him. With a neat short haircut, he pulled out the door smartly.

When the door closed, the footsteps of the two young men gradually drifted away, and Rong Dingkun was still trembling. His body was tense, and his hands were holding the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, as if he wanted to get up and run away, but he couldn't even stand up.

The cloudy eyes were full of fear and turned timidly.

Ah He stood at the position where Feng Shizhen had just stopped to ask him, his face was pale, and he was wearing the gray gown he had when he died. His eyes were blood red, and there were no whites in his eyes, but he could feel the coldness of being watched. The rope was still wrapped around his neck.

Rong Dingkun shivered in horror, his eyes swept across the room.

Bai Shi was sitting on the sofa that Feng Shizhen had just sat on, covered in blood, with his head tilted and his neck almost broken.

The second elder of the Rong family, the two girls... covered with pustules...

There are many more people, the enemies he has directly or indirectly killed over the past twenty years. They all maintained the appearance when they died, filling the small west hall. These grievances never tore at Rong Dingkun, never harassed him, they just followed him quietly, watching his every move grimly with eyes without the whites of their eyes. They are in no hurry, as if they already know what kind of retribution he will have.

Feng Shizhen asked Rong Dingkun if he had dreamed of her father. Rong Dingkun did not lie.

He doesn't have to dream. Since he was disabled, as long as he opens his eyes, he can see these undead, and only he can see. He spent every minute of it terrified under their watchful eyes, living as life as death.

Rong Jia sent Feng Shizhen home. Along the way, Feng Shizhen sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. Rong Jiashang looked at her a few times with some guilt, but didn't say anything to disturb her contemplation.

At the intersection, Rong Jiashang accompanied Feng Shizhen in. The two held hands in an intimate and natural posture, like a newly married couple.

Rong Jiashang said at this time, "Will you marry me, Shizhen?"

Only then did Feng Shizhen get out of his complicated thoughts, looked at Rong Jiashang, and let out a blank sigh.

"I'm not proposing right now." Rong Jiashang realized that something was wrong and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, I won't propose so hastily. I just want to make sure that even if our relationship is like this, as long as it's over, you will be fine. Would still consider staying with me, wouldn't it? Not because of hatred, so we can only go this far. I mean..."

Rong Jia's speech was incoherent, Jun's face was flushed, and even the tip of his nose was sweating.

Feng Shizhen looked at it and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

With her smile, Rong Jia's hanging heart fell with a thud. He put his arms around Feng Shizhen, pressed his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, my friend. Give me a word. Please don't torture me."

Feng Shizhen pondered and said softly, "As long as my parents and eldest brother have no opinion..."

Rong Jiashang almost jumped up in excitement, rushed over and hugged Feng Shizhen tightly, held her face, and kissed her **** the lips.

"Shizhen, you are the best!"

Feng Shizhen blushed like a fire, for fear of being seen by the neighbors, he hurriedly pushed Rong Jia away.

Rong Jiashang finally got the long-awaited promise. Under the ecstasy, he was willing to give up. Seeing that there was no one left or right, he dragged Feng Shizhen into the corner. Unsteady, he fell in his arms and gasped.

"Why don't you go home first? Let's go..." Rong Jia kissed Feng Shizhen's earlobe carefully, which made her so ticklish that she couldn't help but shrank deeper into his arms.

"Are you okay?" Rong Jiashang pleaded in a soft voice, "I miss you so much... Shizhen? Sir?"

It has been several months since Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang separated in Peiping. The young man is full of energy and has already tasted the forbidden fruit. After teasing it several times today, how could he not think about it? Feng Shizhen heard the coquettish "Sir", and felt that his heart melted, and he could no longer say a word of rejection.

Rong Jia pulled Feng Shizhen back to the car and went straight to the Licha Hotel. The two seemed to be back in Peiping, with more excitement of cheating. When they were in the elevator, the hands they held couldn't help but tangled, and the palms were all wet with sweat. After entering the door, Rong Jiashang really hugged Feng Shizhen and pressed him against the door, and kissed him heavily.

Feng Shizhen was made his hands and feet weak by his actions, dizzy, and his heartbeat was like a runaway car. Rong Jiashang's rude actions and domineering possession made her so excited that she could hardly hold her breath.

Rong Jiashang was even more excited. He held it back for too long, and now his full of passion has finally been vented, and it is like a flood that is out of control. Feng Shizhen couldn't help screaming in pain, but he still couldn't control it and rubbed her in a different way, feeling that he was not satisfied. It wasn't until he bullied him that the corners of his eyes turned red and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of tears, and he calmed down a little, but he was not willing to let go. Still holding her tightly in her arms, it seems that the only way to feel at ease.

The two have been away from each other for a long time, and they can't help but indulge. After lingering until late at night, I rubbed my grumbling stomach and got out of bed to order food.

Full of wine and food, Rong Jiashang regained his energy and came over again. But Feng Shizhen didn't see it early, so he had to go home because he didn't say hello. Let Rong Jiashang act coquettishly and cutely behind her feet, she dresses herself.

"I know the mood of those women who wait for men to come home day after day." Rong Jia leaned on the bed, watching Feng Shizhen sitting in front of the mirror combing his hair, "If you don't have a conscience, just leave after you eat, when I What is it?"

Feng Shizhen laughed, got up and walked over, leaned over and kissed his lips, "Obviously wait for the master to come back."

Rong Jia hugged her and rolled over and pressed her, forced a kiss before finally letting her go.

By the time Rong Jiashang drove Feng Shizhen home again, it was almost midnight. Feng Shizhen was a little impatient, and before the car stopped, he opened the door and jumped down.

"You don't need to send me in." Feng Shizhen said.

But Rong Jia still parked the car and followed the alley.

Feng Shizhen hurried to the door of the house, but saw that the lights in the hall were still on. She used to come home late, but her parents would go to bed first, leaving only a small lamp in the hallway. Feng Shizhen felt that something was wrong, and then found that a flower pot at the door was overturned and smashed, and the soil was scattered on the ground.

At this moment, the door opened, and Mrs. Feng rushed out with tears on her face, crying while holding her daughter.

"Sejin! Your brother was taken away!"######

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