Xie Letian has never been threatened and interfered. No matter who it is, no matter what the purpose is, he will not accept it. No one can make him unhappy.
Song Ci stared deeply at Xie Letian, Xie Letian's black eyes shone coldly, and his tough soul was clamoring that he should not be offended through those eyes.
Song Ci smiled without warning, her thick eyelashes flickering, innocent and charming, and said in a teasing tone: "Don't poke, I'm afraid of pain."
Xie Letian was slightly taken aback, his hands relaxed, and he slowly put his cane back, turned his head to look at He Yincheng who was still rolling around on the ground, frowned and said in a low voice: "You did a good job."
Song Ci kicked He Yincheng lightly again, it was a light kick for him, but he didn't kick him to death anyway, he just knocked him unconscious, and He Yincheng remained motionless like a dead dog, bleeding from his mouth and nose .
With this kick, and the breaking of He Tiancheng's hand, it will take at least a few months of training. There is no one in Ge Nan, and even one day less will do.
Xie Letian kept getting angry, wishing he could raise his cane and give Song Ci another blow.
"Prisoner Song," Xie Letian said slowly, "You did it on purpose."
Song Ci tidied up his suit, with a smile on his face, "What?"
Xie Letian stopped talking because he had nothing to say.
The He family has many sons and daughters, after eliminating useless waste, wolves who have too much ideas, and bastards who are not close to Xie Letian, after picking and choosing, there is only one person left. Xie Letian can barely use it and replace it with others , then Xie Letian is not good no matter whether he advances or retreats.
Song Ci's kicking the bottom line, Xie Letian's stable business will also be in vain.
"Director Song, I want to slap you in the face." Xie Letian said slowly, his voice was gentle, but his tone was full of hatred.
Song Ci shook his head, "It's not appropriate."
Song Ci's entourage from outside came over and quietly carried He Yincheng away from the small gate, Xie Letian talked to He Ling for a while, and asked He Ling to preside over the funeral first.
It is true that He Ling is a weak and charming lady, but she is not stupid either. Her two most cherished relatives, He Danhai and He Yuansheng, have left her, taking away her innocence and love. She must also learn to grow up , stood next to Xie Letian, wiped away tears, lowered his face and said: "That man is here again, is he the one who injured Fifth Brother?"
Xie Letian said in a low voice: "Ah Ling, I told you that you shouldn't ask about these things."
"I know if you don't tell me," He Ling said sadly, "Dad said, he wants to drive our family to extinction."
Xie Letian was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Ah Ling, what are your future plans?"
He Ling said blankly, "I don't know."
Xie Letian stretched out his hand and stroked He Ling's long hair slowly. He began to make plans in his mind. His mind turned quickly, and he made up his mind after a while, "Ah Ling, you should do something big."
In the original world line, after He Danhai died, He Ling replaced him. Le Tian tried his best to prevent He Ling from encountering wind and rain, but it seems that this world cannot avoid it anyway.
The system reassured him, "Let her go, she's fine."
Of course Le Tian knew that He Ling was fine, he said sadly: "But I don't want Ah Ling to be the eldest sister."
The system said earnestly: "Parents must learn to let go of their children."
Lotte: "..." What did the system see recently
The system whose parenting thinking has been changed has a peaceful mind. It doesn’t matter. If the son wants to have sex, let him do it. When he dies on the bed, it will collect the body for Le Tian. It’s very good, and it’s a qualified and kind mother.
Song Ci learned that Xie Letian was going to send He Ling to Ge Nan, and said with a smile, "Is this a rush to the doctor?"
Yan Dong also echoed, "That is, what can a woman do."
Song Ci glanced at him, saw the stupid look on his face, and thought of Xie Letian's ability to train people, thinking what a woman is, she might not be better than a fool like you.
Of course he didn't hurt He Chengcheng because He Chengcheng pulled Xie Letian's hand. There was no need to be jealous. Song Ci raised the gun in his hand, aimed it at the bull's-eye, and without pulling the trigger, said to Yan Dong: "Ge Nan You have withdrawn the line, and there is nothing to do, and the hospital is being built in the third east district, so you can help."
This is a fat job, Yan Dong knew in his heart that this was Song Ci's compensation for him, and he was overjoyed, with a vulgar and flattering smile on his face, "Thank you, Warden, I will definitely do a good job, Warden."
"Don't be too opinionated, I asked you to help, not to issue orders." Song Ci withdrew the gun, threw it to Yan Dong, and said to him, "Try it."
Yan Dong took the gun and fired three times, with mediocre results, he said in surprise: "This gun is so weak."
Song Ci smiled, "How young?"
Yan Dong said honestly: "I hardly feel it."
For Song Ci, this kind of gun is useless at all, he is used to the force of gravity, he can break this gun with bare hands, "Not bad."
"The power of such a small gun is not bad. It's good for self-defense. Warden, are we doing this now?" Yan Dong stayed in Ge Nan for three years, and he almost became a local emperor. Now that he comes back, he feels like I don't know anything about it, they've been making this kind of gadgets since.
"Give it away." Song Ci reached out and snatched the gun back, and said to himself, "I have to mount another flower."
Yan Dong's face looked like he had eaten a pile of shit, he wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it, and finally held back, after Song Ci left, Yan Dong went to the firearms department, "Old Liu, did the warden ask you to use a lot of strength?" A small gun?"
"Yeah, I got it," Old Liu was drawing a picture, he was a young man with white hair in his forties, he raised his head and said to Yan Dong, "Where are you going next? I heard that Ge Nan is going to be taken by a woman. "
Yan Dong got annoyed when he heard this, and said with a stern face: "Ge Nan is like that, this day, it can be hot to death, hey, let me ask you, did the warden ask you to frame that gun?"
Old Liu said with a half-smile, "Yan Dong, you've been away for too long, how dare you ask about the warden so casually?"
As soon as Lao Liu said the words, Yan Dong felt a chill on his back. It is true that the sky is high and the emperor is far away. He has been walking for too long, and he almost forgot Song Ci's cruelty, so he quickly shut up, "I'm talking nonsense, nonsense ,I am leaving."
The 15th day of the seventh lunar month is Xie Letian's birthday. Hungry Ghost Festival, commonly known as Ghost Festival, Xie Letian is very solemn about birthdays. It is not easy for him to live a day. He is always grateful and not resentful. Every birthday represents his relationship with this World Rivalry was successful for a year.
Xie Letian is very sociable and has a lot of friends, but he doesn’t like to make a fuss on his birthday. At night, he is alone at home and cooks a bowl of longevity noodles in the kitchen. For birthdays, just fold a few, fold one and burn one.
When Song Ci came, Xie Letian was sitting under a locust tree in the yard folding ingots, and a small brazier with wildly dancing flames in front of him made his pale face blush.
"Chairman Xie." Song Ci's voice was very low, because the picture in front of him had a ghostly aura, Xie Letian raised his clear eyebrows like a ghost, "Prisoner Song." Even the voice calling Song Ci seemed to come from the ground. from here.
Song Ci strode forward, Xie Letian was sitting on a wicker chair, and there was another empty wicker chair beside the brazier, Song Ci said, "Waiting for someone?"
Xie Letian's pale fingers slowly slid across the gold leaf on his hand, "Please ghost."
"That's great, I am." Song Ci sat down generously, and also took a piece of gold leaf from the basket below, "Chairman Xie, other people eat cakes and blow out candles on their birthdays, but you burn paper money on your birthdays, that's quite unique." Song Ci's fingers fluttered, and he quickly folded a paper airplane with gold leaf.
Xie Letian said slowly: "I am alone, and no one burns the paper when I die. If I burn it earlier, I will be rich down below."
Song Ci listened, and glanced at Xie Letian's flaming side face. Except for those eyes, the rest was really lifeless. Song Ci took the paper plane and threw it into the brazier, wrapped his arms around Xie Letian's neck, and kissed him on the top of his head. After a while, "Chairman Xie, don't be too pessimistic. If you die, I will burn it for you. How about burning it three times a year?"
"Thank you." Xie Letian smiled faintly.
Song Ci sat on the wicker chair, took the gold leaf, and folded a thousand paper cranes.
Xie Letian folded the ingot in his hand, glanced at the upright paper crane in Song Ci's hand out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "How can Warden Song still fold this?"
"I can't do it," Song Ci said with a smile, "What else do you want, just tell me."
Xie Letian said slowly: "Prisoner Song, break yourself."
Song Ci paused in the movement of folding the heart, and glanced at Xie Letian. Xie Letian's expression was almost naughty, and Song Ci continued to fold the heart in his hand, "I'll forget it, I won't accept it underground."
Xie Letian withdrew his eyes, threw the last ingot in his hand into the brazier, slowly leaned back, leaned on the chair and felt the temperature of the fire, and closed his eyes comfortably.
At this moment, the slender and cold metal tube touched his temple, Xie Letian turned his eyes, Song Ci held the gun expressionlessly, thick eyelashes hanging down his face, coupled with the dancing flames, and the mottled locust tree The shadow really looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the ground, Xie Letian slowly closed his eyes again, his chest heaving gently.
"You don't say thank you even when you see the gift." Song Ci withdrew the gun and threw it into Xie Letian's arms.
Xie Letian still closed his eyes, "Thank you."
"Look." Song Ci kicked his wicker chair.
Xie Letian opened his eyes helplessly, and took the gun in his arms. The body of the gun was black and shiny, and a light pink rose was carved on the side of the gun handle, which was the same as the pattern on Xie Letian's walking stick. Xie Letian raised his head and looked again. He glanced at Song Ci and said solemnly, "Thank you."
"Don't get angry anymore?" Song Ci leaned over, covered Xie Letian with one hand, supported Xie Letian's wicker chair with the other, and said with bright eyes, "Can you still do it?"
The corner of Xie Letian's lips curled up softly, and he said softly, "I can't do anything anymore."
"If you can't do it, you have to do it." Song Ci took Xie Letian's hand, put his finger on the trigger, and pointed at the courtyard wall, "Try."
Xie Letian said slowly: "This gun is very beautiful, just keep it as a collection."
Song Ci insisted, "Try."
Xie Letian was silent for a while, then said, "It hurts."
"It doesn't hurt," Song Ci said again, "Try."
Xie Letian's hands can only be used to a limited extent. Of course he likes guns, because guns represent power, and what Xie Letian desires most is to have power.
Under Song Ci's repeated request, Xie Letian lightly pulled the trigger. To his surprise, the gun had very little force and almost no recoil.
The bullet shot into the wall, making a noise that was not light or heavy. The followers outside came in and saw Song Ci curled up on Xie Letian's rattan chair like a big cat, hooking hands and feet with Xie Letian, looking very intimate, but quietly. Backed out without a sound.
Song Ci lowered his head and kissed Xie Letian's smooth cheek, "Your servants are really nice."
Xie Letian retracted the gun and stroked it slowly, saying in a raving voice, "Your gun is not bad, either."
Song Ci hooked Xie Letian's chin, leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine." Xie Letian was still touching the gun in his hand, Song Ci looked at him with a look of admiration, and said along the way, "Great birthday, go to bed?"
Xie Letian stopped touching the gun, raised his head and asked, "Why?"
"I didn't say that, I really like you." Song Ci rubbed Xie Letian's pointed chin, frowned and said, "Are you losing weight again?"
Xie Letian said lightly: "Prisoner Song likes me, so why ruin my good deeds?"
Song Ci casually said: "Publicity is public, private is private, if you go to bed as a lover, if you go to bed as an enemy or a friend, that's another story."
Xie Letian stroked the gun in his hand, like stroking some cute little animal, "Why don't I find someone who is a lover when I go to bed, and a lover when I get out of bed?"
"It makes sense," Song Ci hooked Xie Letian's chin and squeezed twice, "Chairman Xie is courting me?"
Xie Letian rolled his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Where do you start with this?"
Song Ci also smiled maliciously, "Chairman Xie didn't say that you want to be a lover even after getting out of bed?"
Xie Letian moved his face away, and said with a sigh: "Song Babi, I advise you, don't mess with me."
Song Ci squeezed his chin again and turned it to his eyes, and said grimly: "Thank you tuberculosis ghost, I advise you, be honest."
Xie Letian looked at his half-blinded face, and smiled slightly, "Okay then - go to bed."