The cool life of sand sculpture

This damn inheritance

I don't know if it's because Xiao Zhengtai has a lot of resentment for the name "children". After shouting, he directly took off from the spot, and then rushed towards Shicha with a stride!

"Lolo!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this.

"Wait! What's your name..."

Xiao Zhengtai caught up with Shi Cha, and stretched out his hand to grab Shi Cha's clothes, but instead of grabbing the clothes, he grabbed Shi Cha's hair.

Xiao Zhengtai is only 11 years old this year, and she is not too tall. As soon as he grabbed Shicha's hair, he subconsciously pulled it.

Shi Cha's head suddenly tilted back.

But this didn't stop her wig from saying bye to her——the poor wig was transferred from Shi Cha's head to Xiao Zhengtai's hands.

Shicha: "..."

This familiar wind chills my head.

And the little Zhengtai who was holding Shicha's wig was also a little confused at the moment - what's going on?

He swears that he really didn't do it on purpose!

"Well, you, you have no hair." Xiao Zhengtai said dryly, looking at the expressionless Shicha.

"You don't have hair, isn't an inch a hair?"

Shi Cha squinted his eyes, glared at Xiao Zhengtai angrily, and then grabbed his wig back from Xiao Zhengtai's hands.

Then he put the wig back expressionlessly.

Well, it's reversed.

So Shi Cha turned the wig around and put it on again.

"you……"

"Don't follow me." Shi Cha stared at Xiao Zhengtai, then compared his own fists, "Otherwise I'll beat you!"

It is too small:"……"

Didn't feel threatened at all.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man behind caught up, hugged Xiao Zhengtai, and then apologized repeatedly to Shi Cha: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the child was careless."

"It's okay." Shi Cha waved his hand, and then walked away in a hurry.

"Hey, wait a minute, auntie!"

Ok? !

call her auntie! !

Shi Cha then ran faster, and in a blink of an eye, the little Zhengtai couldn't see Shi Cha's figure.

It is too small:"……"

"Lolo stop making trouble, it's time to go home." The middle-aged man looked at the young lady earnestly, "Otherwise, Mr. Wen will be angry."

"Hehe, what's there to be angry about him, I should be angry." Xiaozheng said angrily, "I'm only 11 years old, why do I have to learn so many things?"

Just because his damn brother didn't want to inherit the family property?

Damn...

This heavy burden just fell on him.

Even his abominable elder brother told him those messy stories when he was nine years old, telling him that it was because he loved his younger brother that he voluntarily gave up his family property——

In those stories, the wealthy brothers fought to the death for the family property.

He was still young at that time, so he really believed it.

Fortunately, he gradually discovered later that his brother was coaxing him!

There is no joy in inheriting a family fortune!

He has to learn so much every day!

But his elder brother can happily do what he likes!And you can use the money at home as you like.

But I'm so jealous of him.

"Lolo, you are the successor of the group in the future, and my husband has great expectations of you." The middle-aged man said, "This is how much you are valued by my husband."

"I don't care about it." Xiao Zhengtai snorted softly, but in the end he reluctantly followed the middle-aged man away.

It's not that his father didn't intend to let him choose his hobbies, but...

His talent in painting is really too low.

It was so low that his father couldn't stand it, so he decided to train him to inherit the family property.

Here's what my father said——

"Rather than letting you make a living by painting, it would be quicker for you to beg. So, Lolo, study finance honestly, you don't have the talent for painting."

……

"This broken wig is too weak, and it will fall off as soon as you pull it."

Shicha stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the shopping mall, arranging her wig.

"Well, that's not right, it's mainly because of being ripped off."

Shi Cha looked at his wig with some worry: "Why don't you wear a short wig next time, the long wig is too easy to be ripped off."

However, what gift should I prepare for Qi Lang?

Shicha began to think.

After all, Qi Lang didn't lack anything.

Of course she knew that if it was something she gave, Qi Lang would like it very much.

Even so, Shicha didn't want to give it away casually, after all, it was her first birthday for Qi Lang, and she wanted it to be a little commemorative.

Significant……

Shicha suddenly thought of the couple bracelet she and Qi Lang hadn't finished in the handicraft shop in Denmark.

"Yes, I know what gift to give."

A smile appeared on Shi Cha's face, and he left the mall directly.

This gift may not be available in the mall.

……

Three days later, June 6st, Qi Lang's birthday.

Qi Lang didn't tell Shi Cha that it was his birthday, but told Shi Cha that there was a party to gather together.

Shi Cha didn't know what Qi Lang was going to do, so he pretended not to know and got into Qi Lang's car.

but……

Is this high or low enough to make Qi Dasha silly?

"Dasha, what kind of party are you talking about?" Shi Cha said calmly, "Is there any such thing as your ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend?"

Qi Lang who asked this question almost kicked the accelerator and flew out.

"Cough, cough, ex-boyfriend, ex-girlfriend, ex-boyfriend, I'm single!" Qi Lang felt proud of being single for the first time.

Also, let's forget about the ex-girlfriend, what the hell is the ex-boyfriend! ?

He is steel straight!

"Oh, why are you so excited, I just asked casually." Shi Cha smirked, "Are you guilty?"

Facts have proved that when a girlfriend wants to do something, she can always find various reasons.

It's like picking bones in an egg.

"No! I'm not guilty!" Qi Lang straightened his back subconsciously, with a serious face like a speech, "According to my mother, a single dog like me is normal all his life."

Shi Cha rubbed his chin: "But you're pretty handsome, don't people like you?"

"Do I count as a fan?"

"Not counting."

So Qi Lang began to think about this problem in distress.

Is there?

Hiss, he has no impression.

When he was a student, he devoted himself to his studies and didn't pay much attention to it-but he felt that he might have encountered school violence.

Because his desk is often filled with colorful envelopes.

very troublesome...

He has to clean up himself.

So Qi Lang thought about it for a while, and found sadly that there didn't seem to be any.

"Wow, isn't it, silly, then I'm at a loss." Shi Cha exaggeratedly shouted, "Oh, it's over, it fell into my hands!"

Shi Cha looked annoyed.