Chapter 381 Smelly sister, eat a can of my old man! (Look for a monthly pass!)

  The concert was set, and a group of old fans smiled.

  Li Shixin smiled bitterly;

  As soon as the concert started, my fan group really became a hospice organization...

   But seeing a group of death fans is so happy, he recognizes it-why do you think so much? It's all about the edges, whoever he is with?

  After chatting with fans in the small square for a while, Li Shixin bid farewell to everyone and returned to Huyun Villa.

  ……

  After the beginning of spring, the temperature in Rongju has become warmer, and the day has grown.

  It was more than five o'clock when I returned to the villa, but the sky was just getting late, the big orange-like sunset hung to the west, and half of the sky was dyed the color of orange juice.

  Seeing that the lights were not turned on in the villa, Li Shixin shook his head.

  It seems to be really exhausting for a while-it's been almost three hours since I beat myself out and sneaked out, Zhao Jinzhi and An Xiaoxiao haven't woken up yet.

  But when he crept into the room, he found that only An Xiaoxiao was left on the sofa. He was still screaming and sleeping, but Zhao Jinzhi didn't know where he was.

   Suspiciously, he glanced at the transparent and bright first floor and saw no one, so Li Shixin went upstairs.

Sure enough, I saw a pretty figure draped in a blanket on the balcony, facing the slanting sun in a daze.

   "What are you doing here?"

   With a questioning exit, Li Shixin saw Zhao Jinzhi's back trembled. It was obvious that he had been in quiet for too long, and was startled by the sudden movement.

  Turning around slowly, Li Shixin let out a "Yo".

  He saw Zhao Jinzhi's face, which was full of tears.

   "What's wrong with this?"

"nothing."

   Seeing Li Shixin, Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly, sniffed, and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face.

   "I just had a dream."

  Walking to Zhao Jinzhi's side, Li Shixin frowned and looked at him. Seeing the pear blossoms with rain, he couldn't help but laugh: "How old is it, how can I be scared like this by a dream?"

Zhao Jinzhi smiled bitterly, tightened the blanket on her body, and said, "I dreamed that my hair was falling out one by one. The scalp that leaked out was all scars...like, it was like it was already dead. , It's like rotten..."

  啧.

  Hearing this dream, Li Shixin couldn't help feeling a tingling scalp, and couldn't help scratching his hair.

   He grinned when he found that the handsome hairs were still strong and sticking to the scalp.

   Thinking of Zhou Gong’s dream interpretation that I saw from the calendar before, happily said: "Zhou Gong’s Interpretation of Dreams" said: The woman dreams of hair loss, and she is widowed..."

  As soon as he finished saying this, Li Shixin's hair was straightened by a pair of bitter eyes.

"Thank you," Li Shixin waved his hand quickly, unable to resist Zhao Jinzhi's eyes. "From the perspective of Western psychology, hair in dreams symbolizes health. Dreaming of hair loss indicates that you are under a lot of pressure recently and are in Asia. Healthy state. Beware of your physical health."

  Hearing Li Shixin's analysis, Zhao Jinzhi was taken aback. Then he smiled helplessly, "Where did you hear the fallacies?"

   Li Shixin grinned, "This is not a fallacy. When I was in the bullpen, there was a psychologist with me. Pulling me every day to interpret my dreams was very accurate."

  "……"

  Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly and walked into the room. In Li Shixin's puzzled eyes, he found a camera from the cabinet and handed it over.

  Seeing Li Shixin frowning and not answering, Zhao Jinzhi smiled and put the camera in his arms, then pulled a chair to make it, and lifted the blanket on her body.

   Seeing the graceful curve that was unconcealable in the fat white shirt, Li Shixin was stunned.

  "What is this?" Holding the camera, he frowned.

"Help me take a picture." Zhao Jinzhi straightened her back and smiled faintly: "In the funeral home these days, I have watched too much life and death. It feels like people will have that day. Make some preparations in advance. Brother, help I took a better look."

  Looking at the seven-point dignified three-point charming stunner in front of him, Li Shixin silently put down the camera in his hand and walked in front of Zhao Jinzhi.

   "Xiao Zhao, what you need now is not a camera."

  Looking at Li Shixin’s face close at hand, Zhao Jinzhi's eyelashes flickered slightly, and she turned her face away, "What is needed then?"

  Li Shixin did not answer, but gently raised her arm and walked to his room.

   Then, looking through the head of the bed for a while, he pulled out six dark things.

   "I think you are in a bad state during this period of time, and I think about these messy things at a young age. Come on, get down."

   "Huh?" Zhao Jinzhi blinked as he watched Li Shixin put a stack of cupping cans on the bed and took out alcohol and a lighter.

   "Let you see the old man's craftsmanship!"

   Before her brain circuit could keep up, she was pushed onto the bed by Li Shixin.

   "Hey! Look at the move!"

  噗!

  As a big cupping made a muffled noise on the back, Zhao Jinzhi bit her lip.

   Before she let out a painful cry, she felt a rush of heat flowing through her body. As if the discomfort of the whole body was rushed to the back by the bursts of heat!

  Her eyes were blurred, and Li Shixin in front of her turned into two and two into four, and fell asleep in a daze.

  After a while, Li Shixin by the bed pulled out the six cupping pots neatly arranged on the white and smooth back.

  The dark cupping jar is full of red-brown fishy liquid!

  Seeing this scene, he frowned.

   "Just say you have something wrong these days."

   Glancing at Zhao Jinzhi, who was asleep with a slight smile, Li Shixin raised the corners of his mouth. He yanked a dazzling white hair near her ear fiercely.

   Click.

  A high magnification camera behind the curtains in front of the window of a villa opposite, recorded this scene.

  ……

  Shanghai stock market.

  In a private hall.

  A man in a black suit and sunglasses even in the gloomy hall, gently put a bunch of photos on the coffee table.

  Looking at the prince and general manager of Huaqi Group Meng Nan, he smiled slightly: "Meng, you live up to your mission. This is the result of the investigation you entrusted us.

  With no time to see his concave shape, Meng Nan put down the cigar in his hand and immediately picked up the pile of photos.

   Seeing the close pictures of his stepmother and the restless old man from the company that had been making troubles a while ago, Meng Nan was stunned.

   "Sure enough, it was her! I knew it, I knew there must be a problem between them! Otherwise, Zhao Jinzhi, a bitch, has been dormant for a few years, how could she have given herself a pseudonym and made a movie with him?!"

  After a while, he clenched his fist tightly.

  "You are a professional detective, I ask you, is it possible that this old man and Zhao Jinzhi are at the age of another?"

  Looking at Meng Nan, whose faces were twisted together and tears bursting into his eyes, the man in sunglasses grinned: "According to our investigation, the old man is already sixty-six. In theory... it's impossible."

   "That's good."

  Meng Nan breathed a sigh of relief. But I immediately recalled: "What does it mean theoretically? What does this mean?"

   "Ahem." The man in sunglasses grinned, "Now there is a technique called... artificial fright..."

  (;Д`)

  Hearing this, Meng Nan's eyes widened-an unprecedented sense of crisis hit in an instant.

Oh shit! Mom! Mom!

   knows that this woman has been making way over and over again for so long. In the past six months, she seems to have the intention to push the market. There must be, questions, and questions!

  "But Mr. Meng, you don’t have to worry too much. After all, the old man is sixty-six, and his body is definitely not good. Even if he is artificially frightened, the chance of getting pregnant is quite low."

  Hearing this, Meng Nan cried silently, and the sound of Japanese dogs sounded in her ears.

  Looking back on how Li Shixin was alive and kicking for more than six months, he covered his face when many young artists were more active than in the company, and his works were jumping out of the production line.

  This old man, what a fictitious look! ?

  (End of this chapter)