The cool night of the stars promise you a lifetime

Song Xingliang ignored the dirty thoughts of the family.

When she entered the room, she locked the door back.

Open the luggage compartment and take out the miniature pinhole camera and a reduced version of the recording pen from the luggage compartment.

Song Xingliang found a hidden corner and installed the pinhole camera.

At the other end is a recording pen.

Song Xingliang had to be cautious when he came to such a strange place and there were two people outside the door who always wanted to calculate himself.

Although the Song family can't pose any threat to her now, she still leaves a way back for herself just in case.

After putting things away, song Xingliang patted the dust on his hands and began to tidy up some sundries in the suitcase.

After all the things had been classified, song Xingliang found that her sachet was missing.

She felt all over her body and rechecked her suitcase. She didn't see the sachet.

Song Xingliang frowned. The sachet was sewn for her by her grandmother when she was alive.

Grandma is the only person in the world who is kind to her and the only pure land in her heart.

There are things about grandma that she can't throw away at will.

She kept the sachet well. She wore it close to her body. When did she lose it?

Song Xingliang held his chin and sat on the bed thinking carefully, filtering the memory in his mind.

Then she thought of the process of saving people in town that night.

The sachet should have fallen there.

Song Xingliang breathed a long sigh of relief. Xiuzhi's eyebrows closed. How could he lose them?

That was the only thought left to her by her grandmother. It meant a lot to her. She couldn't get it back.

Song Xingliang took out his mobile phone and called Si Han. His tone was impatient. "I lost my things. You send someone to look for the old warehouse in the town and give me news."

"Boss, what's so urgent?" Si Han heard the worry in Song Xingliang's tone and asked more carefully.

"Many words?" Song Xingliang faintly spit out two words.

Si Han immediately felt his back cold and wanted to smoke his two big mouths.

Let you talk more, let you talk more

Si Han said with a smile, "boss, I'm easy to find if I know what it is?"

"Sachet." Song Xingliang said, hung up the phone and threw his cell phone into bed.

On the other side, Si Han leaned against the wall for the rest of his life and gasped.

Fortunately, the boss didn't investigate this time, otherwise he would have to take off a layer of skin.

……

After working in the room for a while, it was lunchtime.

Song Xingliang touched his shriveled stomach, washed his face and went downstairs slowly.

When she came to the living room, she smelled the smell from the kitchen. When she looked aside, song Yanzong and the three had already sat on the table.

There are some leftovers on the table, which shows that they have almost eaten.

After eating and drinking, song Yanzong leaned back in his chair. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of song Xingliang. He coughed and pretended to say, "why didn't anyone ask Xing to cool down for dinner?"

Lin He is angry with song Xingliang. Where will song Xingliang feel better?

Keep song Xingliang well, don't you add blocking to yourself?

She deliberately didn't let anyone call song Xingliang for lunch.

Lin He Leng snorted, "she has hands and feet. Don't she know how to come down? She asked someone to shout. She really thought she was a big lady?"

Song Mingyue also wanted to find a chance to vent her anger, so she deliberately pushed the leftovers in front of song Xingliang, "we're almost full, and it's not easy to cook in the kitchen. Just make do with it."