Chapter 127

In a short time, a picture appeared in the video. First, song Jiuyue came out of the elevator and chatted with Shan Rong in the corner. They seemed to be chatting happily. But at the corner, Sheng Lanshan was standing silently, eavesdropping and surprised. When she passed song Jiuyue's table, she glanced around and stuffed the bottle of skin cream into her pocket while no one noticed, Then the steps happily into the elevator.

Then song September seems to find something missing, very sad to ask people around with a mobile phone, but in the end, did not find her things.

There is no video here, but everyone knows what happened at that time. Song Jiuyue takes a look at Sheng Lanshan, and then moves his eyes to Sheng Ling.

"As you can see, old man, I didn't give it to your granddaughter on purpose. She stole it herself. If something goes wrong, I have to be responsible for it. It's ridiculous."

Sheng Ling's brow frowned deeper and looked at his granddaughter. He seemed to know that he had done something wrong. He didn't dare to look up in the whole process. He bit his lip and didn't speak.

However, in my heart, I scolded song September half dead. If it wasn't for her, my face would not be destroyed, and my grandfather would not look at her with that kind of disappointed eyes.

After all, Sheng Ling couldn't hold song September to account. After all, his granddaughter stole it. She sighed.

"That's all for this matter. Let's go and go back with my grandfather."

Sheng Lanshan nodded and did not dare to refute this man. Although my grandfather was not angry at ordinary times, he was more terrible than a bomb if he wanted to really start a fire.

They got into the car all the way. She didn't say a word until the car started.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry..."

Sheng Ling holds the crutch tightly in his hand. He is not angry that his granddaughter has stolen other people's things. He is angry that his granddaughter, who grew up in such an environment, should still have such a big handle. In the upper class of Los Angeles, there is a fierce fight between the public and the private. If he takes such a big attitude next time, I'm afraid it will hurt more than his face.

"Lan Shan, it's time for you to learn from Xia Bing."

Sheng Lanshan turned her lips when she heard him say that. Xia Bing was a typical child of other people's family since she was a child. She had hardly heard of any mistakes she made or had any disputes with anyone. She was perfect like a sculpture. Her temperament was open and beautiful. She was the favorite object of the childe brothers in Luocheng.

Sheng Ling sighed. If we do this again, we will suffer a big loss sooner or later.

Compared with the last time when Song Shan hit you in September, she didn't want to speak. It was better for me to blow you up.

The corners of her mouth are crooked. Sheng Lanshan is a star. If her face is destroyed, the loss is not great. With the other person's temperament, she is afraid to go out. The rash on her face doesn't last for two or three months, but it's OK. She probably won't go to her Florist recently.

Think of this, song September's eyebrows are bright a few minutes, but it is a side of Shan Rong whisper remind.

"In September, I don't think Sheng Lanshan is a big man. If you have revenge, you have to be careful in the future."

"Well, I know."

Shan Rong's eyes flashed a successful smile, but his face was friendly.

"In September, we are friends. We should help you. Besides, Sheng Langshan is too much. He invited Mr. Sheng to come here. If there is no video today, I'm afraid you will suffer a big loss."

Yes, if it wasn't for the video today, song Jiuyue would definitely be at a loss. But before she set up Sheng Linshan, she knew that there was a video here. She even rehearsed what Sheng Linshan might have said in her heart. She didn't fight unprepared battles.

In the afternoon, she went to the florist again. There were still a lot of girls at the door. The glass door would be crushed by them, and the corners of her mouth would smoke. It was really a time to look at her face.

"Sister September, here you are."

Qin Mo looks up from his busy life and looks at Song Jiuyue. Suddenly, a smile opens on his face, which makes the girls around him unable to find the north.

Song Jiuyue still helps to sell out the flowers. When it's all over, Qin Mo unties the apron around his waist, folds it and puts it aside. He's about 22 years old. She shouldn't have been called song Jiuyue's sister, but she's his boss. It's a kind of respect.

"If you are busy in class, you can come later."

"Not busy."

Qin Mo's eyes filled with a smile, the corner of the mouth slightly hook looking at the person in front of her, she is very pure smart, standing among the flowers, such as the cleanest white lotus.

"Sister September, I'll go first. See you tomorrow."

"All right."

Song Jiuyue stood there and thought for a while. She always felt that she had hired Qin Mo and saved a lot of publicity expenses. Her eyes were bent. It seemed that she would have to invite the other party to dinner some other day.With this in mind, she began to lighten the remaining flowers in the florist's shop, discussed with the buyer, and determined the varieties to be delivered tomorrow. After all this, she planned to walk back instead of taking a taxi.

It's evening now, and the neon lights in Los Angeles have been competing with each other. The streets are full of pedestrians in a hurry.

In a fast-paced city like Los Angeles, if you stop, you will be submerged in the torrent. Everyone is busy for their own lives. In fact, most of them are not for life, but for survival in this city.

Even if the monthly salary is 20000 or 30000 yuan, excluding the rent, utilities and living expenses, there are only a few hundred people left. Many of them can't afford to buy a house.

Song Jiuyue can't understand all the time that if he goes to other second - and third tier cities with a monthly salary of 20000 or 30000 yuan, he will be a middle class in a few years. Why do people have to sharpen their heads to go to Luocheng.

But now when she saw Los Angeles at night, she suddenly understood that the city was too prosperous. It was so prosperous that she could not bear the temptation. Even though she had a huge mortgage, she wanted to have a place in this place.

If she had not met Fu Yan, it would have been very difficult for her to survive in this place. It seems that it is not a bad thing for her to meet Fu Yan, although the first meeting was not so glorious.

Her mouth turned, her eyes turned, and suddenly she saw a skirt in the window, which should be a new style just hanging out. It looked very elegant, and she fell in love with it at a glance.