Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Song Pan'er leaned back on the sofa. Will she become a rich man now? How to spend so much money?

Mrs. Qian came in after watering the vegetable garden and saw her little granddaughter lying on the sofa, looking bitter and resentful.

"What's wrong? Why are you so worried? Talk to Nai Nai." Mrs. Qian washed her hands, took a glass of water and sat over, ready to listen to her granddaughter's worries.

Song Pan'er's eyes followed the figure of her breasts, "Miscellaneous, is there anything you want? A particularly expensive one."

Mrs. Qian was stunned. Are you worried about giving yourself a gift? Ouch, she is such a granddaughter! Everything is good, but he is too filial. Tell me, this sweet little flaw! Why is this old woman so rare?

"Silly boy, you have prepared everything for me, what else do I want? Well, if you really want to give me a gift of milk, then buy me a hoe. That little hoe is too short, and the milk is too small. That's not good!" Mrs. Qian was considerate and helped her granddaughter solve her troubles.

Song Pan'er closed her eyes. It was better now. One trouble was not solved, but another trouble came. Come on, ride your bicycle and go out to buy a hoe for her!

Song Pan'er searched for two hours but couldn't find any place selling hoes. In the end, she had no choice but to spend 100 yuan in ordering fees and asked a department store owner to buy a long-handled hoe for her.

After all the hard work in the afternoon, Song Pan'er had long forgotten that she was about to become a millionaire. As for the worry of not knowing how to spend the money, she had naturally forgotten it.

She went back to the dormitory as usual in the evening. In her junior year, she could actually apply for day study, but Song Pan'er couldn't bear to leave her two roommates, so she just lived there.

Since Wu Qiong went abroad, he has called back every other week to discuss the business of the store and care about each other's current situation. Today is the agreed day for contact. Han Mengyao turned on the radio, and the four little rich women talked to each other while making international long-distance calls.

"Xiao Pan'er, your yard is nice. When I return to China, can we go to your place to get together?" Wu Qiong's familiar voice came from the phone.

"Okay! When will you come back?" Song Pan'er crossed her legs and threw a grape pellet into her mouth.

"I'll go back in early July. You guys shouldn't have vacation yet. Then I can go back to the dormitory and stay for a few days."

Han Mengyao didn't know what she wiped on her face, and she said with a stiff mouth: "Come back soon! I miss you so much! Without you, the game will be unstoppable."

"No, please come back quickly. I can't control them anymore. They fight every day." Ma Haiyan took the opportunity to complain.

"Haha, what are you two fighting about?"

"Who is fighting? We are fighting, kissing, scolding, and loving each other. This is a sign of friendship, Panpan, right?"

"Don't call me Panpan, you mountain cannon!"

"Who are you talking about? You don't want to hang out anymore?"

Han Mengyao rushed over and rubbed the green thing on her face against Song Pan'er. Song Pan'er ran away, Ma Haiyan stepped aside, and the dormitory became a mess.

It was now past one o'clock in the afternoon here in the UK. Wu Qiong, who was sitting on the lawn basking in the sun, heard the sound of his roommates fighting on the phone and smiled rarely.

It has been almost three months since she came to study abroad, and she still has not adapted to life here.

The continuous rainy weather, dark cuisine, unpredictable behavior habits, etc., all of which make people dislike it.

No, the sun just basked for a while, and it rained again. Wu Qiong reluctantly took out his umbrella, stood up, and walked slowly to his residence.

......

Plans are like the British weather, they change at a moment’s notice. I had planned to return to China in July, but after calling home the next day, I moved it forward.

Her father is sick.

Wu Haibo has been thinking hard about the change of office recently, and he didn't sleep well for two nights in a row. After the phone call at noon, his hope was shattered. He couldn't bear it anymore and went straight to the hospital that night.

No matter how anxious she was, Wu Qiong couldn't fly back to China right away. She only booked a flight ticket for the day after tomorrow. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and she was still too upset to sleep.

In China, which has a time difference of more than seven hours with the UK, it was already past nine in the morning.

Song Pan'er had a good night's sleep. She was going to become a millionaire today. She was very excited when she got up early in the morning. She washed up a little, then hummed a tune and rode her bicycle back home.

After eating the breakfast prepared by her breasts, Song Pan'er once again made a major transformation on her face, transforming her face into a look that was even unfamiliar to her breasts. She took that treasure and set off.

The agreed place was Tiananmen, and there were patrols there, so Song Paner felt very safe.

She also cleverly set up a trick to put the deceased in an inconspicuous backpack, slung across her body, and the suitcase she was holding was empty. In this way, even if someone wants to rob it, they will most likely stare at the suitcase.

At around nine o'clock, there were already many tourists in Tiananmen Square, and people could be seen everywhere taking photos with the leaders' heads.

Song Pan'er arrived a little early, and there was still half an hour left before the transaction with someone. She stared at the passers-by in boredom, thinking about how she would use the route to get rid of the possible danger after the transaction was completed, and holding the huge check. track.

While I was thinking, the cell phone in my pocket rang.

"Pan'er, what are you doing?" Wu Qiong, who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and was a little confused, wanted to find someone to talk to. Song Pan'er, the roommate she thought was the smartest, became her first choice.

"What's going on with the people I'm waiting for at Tiananmen Square? It's already early morning over there, why aren't you sleeping yet?" While Song Pan'er said this, she saw three people approaching from a distance who seemed to be trading.

"I can't sleep. I will go back to China the day after tomorrow."

"Ah? Didn't you say you would come back in July? Why is it so early?"

The two men and one woman were already looking in this direction. Song Paner stood up from the suitcase and looked at them.

"My dad is sick and I want to go back and see him."

"Pan'er, tell me, how about I go into business?" After learning the reason for her father's illness, Wu Qiong suddenly became confused about her future.

"What's the disease? Why is uncle sick?" Song Pan'er looked at the people walking towards her and turned slightly to the side, wanting to finish the call first.

"He has never beaten a competitor, and he is so anxious that he can easily make people emotional. Wu Qiong would never say these words normally, but with the tolerance of the dark night, Wu Qiong poured out his heart today.

"In order to get promoted, I have been plotting every day, and this time I have made myself sick. Pan'er, I don't like that kind of life. I don't want to be like my dad, living in intrigues every day."

"And, does money decide everything? Is having money enough?"

"Even my father, who is so good at planning, was defeated by lack of money."

Wu Qiong's voice on the phone was distressed.

"Money is very important, but you don't have to worry about it, right? Auntie, isn't she in business? You can be happy as long as you are happy! You can inherit your father's business and your mother's business. Why, your family must have you join politics?"

"That's not true. It just came out of nowhere."

"Uncle, is he short of money? How much is he short of?" Song Pan'er thought that she would be a rich man soon, and she dared to ask for help. She smiled sheepishly at the three people waiting not far away.

Wu Qiong was very moved, but a little funny at the same time, "There is a lot of shortage. Even if we sell our store, it won't be enough. Ninety million! I can't think of another chance to get promoted, right?"

"Ah?" Is it such a coincidence? He wants to have so much money soon, and Wu Qiong is just short of it.

"I..." Song Pan'er hesitated for a moment. She had just dreamed of being rich for a day, and she was a little reluctant to lend it out.

But thinking about the several shops that were covered by others and the friendship with Wu Qiong, Song Pan'er gritted her teeth and said: "I will sell an antique and I will have 90 million in a while. Just wait for me!" "

"Wait, don't hang up! What's your darling? Don't sell at a loss. Let me introduce you to a top auction house?" Wu Qiong was surprised when he heard Song Pan'er's words.