Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

General Sikong showed a "sure enough" expression, he took a deep breath and said, "Since this is the case, then I ask Mr. Shu for one thing."

How proud General Sikong was that he even used the word "beg", which shows how helpless he is.

"Yeah." Shu Xiaomeng answered faintly, his expression unchanged.

"I ask Mr. Shu to stay away from my grandson and never meet him again!" General Sikong almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence. After speaking, he seemed to be discouraged, and his whole person became a little decadent. stand up.

Shu Xiaomeng paused, and after a few seconds, he answered "OK."

"I believe that Shu is always a man of commitment." General Sikong said with his last spirit.

"Yeah." Shu Xiaomeng pursed his lips and stood up.

"I should accept this. If General Sikong has nothing else to do, I will leave first." After Shu Xiaomeng finished speaking, he turned and left.

General Sikong looked at Shu Xiaomeng's back, until she completely disappeared from his sight, he took out a voice recorder from his arms and pressed the pause button.

"A sin!" He sighed and stood up tremblingly, as if he was getting older.

General Sikong left soon, and I hope that after this incident, there will be no intersection between the Sikong family and the Shu family.

By the way, after Shu Xiaomeng left, she drove back to her home. She lived in a villa in the city center with beautiful scenery and convenient transportation. It was an excellent treasure that money could not buy.

When Shu Xiaomeng returned home, the whole villa was empty, even the air was cold, and there was no trace of popularity.

Shu Xiaomeng seemed to be used to this atmosphere, she skillfully opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water from it, unscrewed it and took a sip.

The cold water fell down her throat, and it also chilled her stomach and her heart.

No, maybe her heart is cold.

Thinking of this, Shu Xiaomeng went upstairs with an indifferent expression.

On the other side, inside Sikong's mansion.

General Sikong took the voice recorder and knocked on Sikongying's door.

"Here." A clear voice came from inside.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

The one who opened the door was a young man in pajamas. The young man had a handsome face, but his face was slightly pale.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Si Kongying asked.

General Sikong sighed and handed the recording pen in his hand to Sikongying.

"Listen to it," he said.

Si Kongying took the recorder, as if he had guessed something, suddenly squeezed the recorder.

"Grandpa, I..." He wanted to say something.

General Sikong waved his hand, his expression suddenly became serious.

"You are my grandson, I hope you cheer up, do you understand!"

Si Kongying lowered her head slightly, and only after a few seconds, did she whisper "Okay."

General Sikong patted Sikongying on the shoulder, turned and left.

Si Kongying closed the door and sat on the bed in a daze with the recorder.

His fingers rubbed the play button, and his face became paler with the passage of time.

As time passed bit by bit, the play button was never pressed.

When the first ray of sunlight broke into the room through the window, Si Kongying realized that it was already morning.

He put the recorder away, curled up his legs, holding his own in his hands, dazedly not knowing what he was thinking.