to dig boyfriend's grave

The atmosphere in the lounge gradually condensed, and Bian Du followed the line of sight of the two of them. When he saw the boy who was lowering his head aggrievedly, he immediately became angry. He has been very unlucky recently. The things that Yang exploded made him utterly devastated. Recently, he was finally let out by the family. He casually found a little boy to relieve his anger, but he didn't expect to be entangled by this little boy, like a bullshit plaster. Can't get rid of it.

"Cheng Xing, you're fucking sick." Bian Du growled in a low voice, which made the little boy sitting on the sofa tremble with fright, and soon began to wipe his tears again.

"What the hell are you crying, you are fucking crying for your own fate!" Bian Du didn't hold back his voice, and even kicked the foot of the small sofa where the boy was sitting.

The boy was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, didn't make any more noise, just stared at the ground without moving.

Lin Jia saw Worry beside him, frowned and said nothing.

Liu Tingting also saw a clue at this time, and frightened her thigh heavily, and the sound of "pop" scared Lin Jia who was sitting next to her so much that she almost jumped up.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jia's voice was a little weak, she was simply startled by the thunder on the ground.

"Ah? I forgot your notebook in the car, you can get it with me!" After all, Liu Tingting is not as sophisticated as Ye Fan, so she thought of an impromptu excuse, and her performance was full of holes, with a little exaggeration on her face His expression was a little distorted.

"Ah, is that right? Then I'll go get it with you!" Lin Jia didn't want to see the girl embarrassed by herself, so she could only act along with her.

As soon as the three stood up and were about to go outside, Lin Jia's wrist was grabbed by Bian Du.

"Why?" Lin Jia shook off his hand, her tone already impatient.

"No, Lin Jia, listen to me." Bian Du stretched out his hand to grab his hand again, but was stopped by Liu Tingting.

"Master Bian, we, Lin Jia, have to write down the script." Liu Tingting laughed along with her, "Can we talk about it later?"

"Who the hell are you, just grab my hand?" Bian Du waved her hand away angrily, raised his head slightly and pointed at her, "Who are you? Do you have the right to speak?"

"I..." Liu Tingting didn't speak, and the smile that had been on her face fell off, with grievance on her face.

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Jia pulled the flushed little girl behind her, staring at the side with a bit fierce eyes. "Why are you pointing at that girl? Is she your mother or your father?"

"Lin Jia, I..." Bian Du was a little surprised, he glanced around and looked at the people here, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and his face sank, "Don't be so fucking shameless."

"You gave me my face?" Lin Jiale said, the speed here is simply amazing. "Get the fuck out of my way."

"You...!" Bian Du raised his hand to grab his arm, but was stopped by a tall man behind him.

"Bian Du?" Shen Jiming asked while holding his hand.

"Who are you?" Bian Du shook his arm, but didn't shake it off. The man was so strong that his arm was pinched so painfully. He stared at the man, "You fucking let me go!"

Shen Jiming ignored the growling Biandu, and used his other hand to touch the elderly phone out of his body.

"Hello? Jiming?" Xu Changping's voice was a little surprised. Shen Jiming called him yesterday. According to the temperament of this person who hasn't called once in several years, it should be three years after he received this person's call. .

"Is the family where the jade-faced Buddha had an accident last time called Bian Yuan?" Shen Jiming asked.

But when Bian Du heard the name Bian Yuan, his eyes widened.

Bian Yuan was his grandfather...

At first, he thought this kid was Ye Fan's new contract, how could he know his grandfather?

His grandfather held the real power in the central area, and there were many uncles and grandchildren in the family. A person like him could not be ranked in front of his grandfather at all, and even his father could not be regarded as an important thing by his grandfather.

The more Bian Du thought about it, the more frustrated he became, his whole body began to tremble slightly, and a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Well, I got it, I'll deal with it." Xu Changping hung up the phone and shook his head helplessly, then changed his mental outlook again, and dialed a number without getting angry.

"You know my grandpa?" Bian Du couldn't care less about losing face at the moment, his face was so frightened that he looked ugly, "What's your relationship with my grandpa?"

As soon as Bian Du finished speaking, the phone in his trouser pocket rang. Shen Jiming cast a glance at him and let go of his hand, took Lin Jia and walked out the door.

Bian Du picked up his father's phone with a desperate heart, his face turned red from being scolded and then turned pale, he pushed open the door and went out in a daze.

The people not far away could only vaguely hear a few words such as "Heavenly Master", "court death", and "it's over", which were all shouted out by the person on the other end of the phone in outrage.

When Lin Jia was recording the show, he didn't see Bian Du again until the end of the recording.

When he was sitting in the car, he was still thinking about Shen Jiming's phone call. He turned his head to look at Mr. Shen next to him who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. Namely the nose.

Half a minute has passed...

1 minute has passed...

A minute and a half passed, but Shen Jiming was still calmly sitting on the seat with his eyes closed. This unexpected result made Lin Jia hesitate, and slowly let go of the grip on his nose. hand.

But just as he let go, Shen Jiming opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Crazy." Lin Jia slapped him on the face, and suddenly felt a slippery and warm thing licking his palm, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Seeing that Shen Jiming hadn't come yet, he quickly withdrew the tip of his tongue, slapped him on the arm, and wiped the saliva off his hand, "Fuck, what's wrong with you!"

Shen Jiming smiled at him and said nothing.

Lin Jia was still sullen and was distracted by him. The two looked at each other and smiled for a while, like idiots.

"Hey, I want to ask you something." Lin Jia rubbed her smiling face, "What's the matter with your work? Why do you still know Grandpa Biandu? Isn't his grandfather a very famous leader? "

"The leader's house is also haunted." Shen Jiming replied simply.

"Then do you have any money for it?" Lin Jia asked.

"Yes, the old man put all the money on my card." Shen Jiming raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, a card appeared in his hand, and handed it to Lin Jia casually.

"How much money is in it?" Lin Jia looked at the card, it was a very ordinary bank|bank card.

"I don't know. Check it out. The password is six zeros." Shen Jiming said.

Lin Jia logged into the mobile banking|banking, and after inputting the card number and password, she swiped the phone for a long time, and finally fell into contemplation of the long circle of 0 on the phone.

Did he get a big money by accident?