"Don't worry," Si Jin said. "They can even urge the police to help me recover those three hundred million."
Apart from the auction house owner, no one knew whether the vampire was real or not. The auction was a fleeting glimpse, and few people could truly remember the vampire's specific appearance. For the time being, it was safe.
[Phew—Safe! Wait, something's not right?]
Xiao Yao reacted again: [Temporarily? Safe?]
Little Tongzi, his face full of worry, propped up his wobbly head with one paw, as always, fretting: "What will happen in the future?"
However, the deeply moved old vampire didn't give Si Jin a chance to continue answering.
After everyone had left, he took the initiative to ask for a kiss.
"Young master, each time you put it in the ice cellar, you have to kiss it for ten minutes."
Without waiting for her consent, she bit off her white glove, cupped the boy's face in her hands, and gently lowered her head.
As they kissed, his hand slowly moved to Si Jin's slender waist, gently massaging it.
It seemed to be targeting a few specific acupoints, with the pressure varying in intensity, inexplicably soothing, and even making one feel... weak in the legs.
Due to the limitations of the plane, Si Jin could not use divine power to heal the original owner's defects. However, the original owner was not born disabled, and could be restored to his original state using the conventional methods of the plane.
Perhaps the acupoints Song Linyuan pressed worked, because Si Jin actually leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her crimson peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and she whimpered like a cat, making her exceptionally charming.
The vampire's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to pull the man into his arms when the door opened and a woman's scream rang out: "Oh my god! I didn't believe Chengyu when he told me, but I didn't expect you to actually bring a wild man home!"
The vampire, who had only kissed him for five minutes, reluctantly let go. He wouldn't let anyone else see his young master like this.
Then, after placing Si Jin in the wheelchair, he stood up again, his eyes dangerous: "Young Master, we have a guest."
"What kind of guest is that? That's trash." Si Jin's eyes were fixed on the self-righteous Chen Ying at the door.
I was originally going to just throw the trash out, but seeing that she had a five-year-old child with her, then...
"It's almost dinner time, let's see the guests out and close the door."
"Yes, young master." Song Linyuan replied, changed his gloves, took a few steps to the door, and bumped into the door without any politeness.
Before Chen Ying could even utter two words of arguing, she was slammed on the door and her nose started bleeding.
hateful!
The woman gritted her teeth. She was, after all, a wealthy socialite. Ever since she pretended to be innocent and married Su Sijin's father, no one had dared to treat her like this. Su Sijin, that bastard...
The woman turned her head, and her gaze fell upon the room where the original owner usually kept her musical instruments.
He gave a soft snort, his eyes gradually turning vicious.
Inside the room, Song Linyuan was still carefully serving Si Jin dinner. After finally finishing cleaning up, just as he was about to continue their ten-minute kiss, he heard the sound of a string snapping outside.
Si Jin's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he gestured for Song Linyuan to push him out.
"Yes, young master." The vampire accepted the order, but a hint of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.
He was interrupted twice when he tried to kiss her.
Outside the room, Chen Ying's five-year-old grandson, under his grandmother's instruction, used a small razor blade to cut the strings of the violin one by one.
The original owner loved violins, some of which were rare and hard-won pieces, worth at least three million in total, yet several of them were destroyed.
"Come on, little Chu, Grandma doesn't like this either. Can you help Grandma cut it?"
The little boy, Su Jingchu, held a razor blade. His chubby little hands were red, as if there were traces of blood seeping out. He timidly raised his eyes to offer his opinion.
"Grandma, let's not. These are Uncle Jin's things. Is it really okay for us not to ask him about them?"
"Look at you, so spineless!" Chen Ying yelled. "Your Uncle Jin is also my son. He has to do whatever I say and listen to me!"
Su Jingchu endured the pain in her hand, a tear welling up in her eye: "But Grandma, Uncle Jin locked us out. He didn't listen to you (ó﹏ò)"
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