Rebirth of the National Male God

When she was done, Zhao Limei also prepared her lunch, but unfortunately an uninvited guest came to her house, disrupting the time to enjoy lunch.

Zhao Limei saw Si Zhihan with a gloomy expression for the first time, and was about to pour tea, but was stopped by Si Huang: "Sister Zhao, go back first, and you won't be here in the afternoon."

"Okay." Zhao Limei packed up and left lightly.

Si Huang and Si Zhihan were left in the living room.

Today was the first time I saw Si Zhihan with my own eyes after Si Huang came back.

This year's Si Zhihan is already forty, but he looks like he is in his early thirties, with a handsome face. Time has not eroded his charm. Si Zhihan, who has been sitting in a high position for many years, has a kind of The mature charm that young people do not have, that is the charm of successful men.

Si Huang had to admit that although most of her unique face was inherited from Li Lisi, she also had a little bit of Si Zhihan's shadow.

While Si Huang was contemplating, Si Zhihan was also looking at his son who he hadn't seen for a while. His last memory of Si Huang was the figure who was beaten to death and twitching, which made him a little dazed. Is this beautiful boy sitting elegantly really his own son?

Of course, this trance was only fleeting, and Si Huang and Li Lisi's similar eyebrows let Si Zhihan know that this was his own son... No! It's a daughter!

Si Zhihan frowned, he was actually confused by Si Huang's appearance.

"Why don't you go back?" In a bad mood, his tone was naturally not much better.

Si Huang looked at his demeanor, especially noticed that Si Zhihan looked at the disgust around him from time to time, as if he saw something extremely repulsive.

She laughed, of course Si Zhihan would reject this place, because this place belongs to Li Lisi, and coming here will remind him of his hypocrisy and disgust, and use a woman's feelings to deceive everything he has now.

"I don't want to go back." Si Huang slowly poured himself a glass of water and replied without raising his head.

Such a perfunctory attitude made Si Zhihan want to get angry for a while, but seeing such a radiant Si Huang, he held back unexpectedly, his eyes flashing with calculation.

He seemed to underestimate the value of his own child.

Thinking of the benefits that this face and body might bring to him, Si Zhihan regretted the brutal beating against Si Huang that day, "Is the back injury better?" Before Si Huang could answer, he probably knew that he After a pause, he said, "I will ask the secretary to prepare the best medicine for scar removal, and it is best not to leave scars."

Si Huang Xin wanted to be in the past, she must have thought that it was Si Zhihan who cared about her, but now? A cold light flashed across her downcast eyes, and when she raised her head, it had returned to normal, and nodded to Si Zhihan, "Okay."

The two fell silent again, Si Huang calmed down, but Si Zhihan didn't calm down and stopped beating around the bush, "I know you got the role of director Liu Shu's TV series, give it to Si Hua. You are not an actor at all. Professional, you got hit by mistake, if you don't act well, it's not just you alone..."

It was rare for Si Zhihan to explain a few words, but Si Huang took the initiative to interrupt: "No."

"what?"

"Even if I lose the character I got, I won't give it to Si Hua."

"What are you talking about!?" Si Zhihan clapped the table and stood up.

Si Huang said slowly, "Human words."

Si Zhihan raised his hand, stopped halfway, stared coldly at Si Huang's fearless and even indifferent face, "Okay, since you want to take over the role, leave the contract to Fenghua."

Sihuang shook his head, "I didn't plan to sign Fenghua, this is my own business."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Si Zhihan was even more calm in his anger. "No matter what you do with your 'identity', you will be inseparable from the Si family and Fenghua!"

"You can do whatever you want." Si Huang didn't seem to hear his threat, "I will do what I want too."

Si Zhihan almost wondered if the person in front of him had been ripped off. He thought about it and turned around abruptly: "I'm your guardian, you can't do anything without my consent!" The Maotou boy, no matter how he pretends to be a ghost, he can't turn the wind and waves in his hands.

When Si Zhihan slammed the door shut, Si Huang didn't show any fear.

Her eyes flashed with thoughtful light, she suddenly drank all the water in the glass, and then hurried to the door.

Sihuang lived in a small independent villa in a quiet place of the Jinglan family, and rarely saw other people. Si Zhihan's car was parked in a temporary garage, some distance away. He didn't walk fast, and he didn't notice Si Huang's figure behind him silently following him.

At a corner, Si Huang's silent footsteps suddenly quickened, and like lightning, he rushed behind Si Zhihan, and snugly put the shopping bag he just took out of the door into Si Zhihan's head.

"Um! Who!?"

Si Huang quickly tied a knot at his neck, pulled the collar of his suit and dragged him to the green woods beside him.

Si Zhihan, who was in the darkness in his line of sight, was shocked to find that the man who attacked him was terribly powerful, and his struggles had no effect at all.

As for Si Huang, she started hitting the black stick after she threw the person on the ground. She had no expression on her face, only a pair of black eyes.

"Cough, who the hell are you! What's your purpose!"

"Who made you do this? How much did you pay? Hmm!"

"How do you know that I'm here, you've been in ambush for a long time? Ahhhh!"

No matter what Si Zhihan said, Si Huang didn't say a word, and his feet and feet were in pain but he wouldn't kill anyone.

It wasn't until Si Zhihan had no strength to speak, and only moaned through gritted teeth, Si Huang lifted the hair that fell from his forehead and turned away happily.

"Your Majesty." Wubao's cautious voice sounded.

"Huh?" The rising tone made Wubao relaxed, "Why don't you just kill him?"

Si Huang smiled and said, "Why do you want to kill him? It would be very troublesome for him to die now, and it would be cheaper for Si Hua. Besides, he would be too happy to die like this."

Wubao: "I thought..." Once Si Huang was expressionless and showed that kind of look, he was a little scared.