So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

"Xiao Song." Su Jin called Xiao Song and said, "Miao Miao said that your sense of taste has declined and now you can only taste sour tastes."

Su Jin placed a plate of pickled radish strips cut into small pieces and a small plate of pickled vegetables that looked crispy and delicious in front of Song Jingcheng.

"Try this. I made it in my hometown and brought it here. If you like it, take some back. I'll make it again later."

"Thank you, grandma." Song Jingcheng picked up the chopsticks and reached out to pick up a piece of pickled radish.

He was chewing the pickled radish and was about to praise it for being delicious when he heard Su Jin say, "You are Mu Tingyun's uncle, one generation older than Shen He, so it's not appropriate to call me grandma."

Song Jingcheng: "..."

Su Jin pulled out a chair and sat down, then asked Song Jingcheng, "How does it taste?"

Song Jingcheng: "Sour."

Su Jin laughed out loud.

The medicinal stomach-nourishing porridge cooked by Su Jin tasted particularly rich and fragrant, and Song Jingcheng actually drank a small bowl of it.

After dinner, Shen He went to the bedroom to change clothes and put on makeup.

Su Jin asked Song Jingcheng: "Mr. Song, I heard from Miaomiao that you have trouble falling asleep after you got sick. Is the aromatherapy sachet I gave you effective?"

"The effect is very good." When Song Jingcheng mentioned this, he felt grateful to Su Jinsheng, "After using the sachet you prepared, I can sleep for five hours every night."

This is a rare thing.

Hearing this, Su Jin felt relieved.

Song Jingcheng stood up to say goodbye, and Su Jin suddenly took off her apron and said, "I'll see you off."

Seeing that Su Jin seemed to have something to say, Song Jingcheng hesitated for a moment before agreeing, "Thank you for your help, old man."

After walking out of the apartment door, Su Jin closed it and looked up at Song Jingcheng again, his eyes were exceptionally serious.

Song Jingcheng looked at the old man silently.

He felt a little confused.

"Mr. Song, you are Mu Tingyun's uncle, and you are Miaomiao's elder. But you are a single man after all. You avoided Mu Tingyun and came to my house for dinner today. This is really not what a steady elder should do."

"I also hope Mr. Song will not cause trouble for Miaomiao. I don't want to hear outsiders gossiping about her, saying that she is two-timing and fickle."

"Mr. Song, I know better than anyone how much harm rumors can cause. Our Miao Miao, even though her father doesn't love her and her mother doesn't care about her, as long as I'm alive, no one is allowed to mistreat her!"

Faced with Su Jin's condemnation and threats, Song Jingcheng was neither angry nor refuted.

"Shen He is really happy to be protected and loved by someone like you."

"Please believe me, I will never do anything to damage Shen He's reputation."

As for having two feet in one boat...

Ah.

how could be?

A broken boat should be chopped up and used as firewood. How could it be worthy of being stepped on by Shen He?

*

Ma Kai was standing at the window at the end of the elevator hall smoking.

Seeing Song Jingcheng coming over, he quickly fanned the smell of cigarette out of the window, "Mr. Song." He pressed the cigarette into the ashtray above the trash can and pressed the elevator button.

Staring at the decreasing elevator floor, Song Jingcheng suddenly asked Ma Kai: "What do you think of the relationship between Grandma Su and Shen He?"

Without thinking twice, Ma Kai said: "They are the most important relatives in each other's lives, relying on each other."

Song Jingcheng asked again: "How do you think Grandma Su is doing?"

"She's quite healthy and a spirited old lady. I would say she can live another ten years without any problems."

"Ah."

Song Jingcheng didn't say anything else.

He lowered his head, fiddled with the retro ring on his thumb, and suddenly asked, "What month is it?"

Ma Kai: “It’s almost May.”

Song Jingcheng: "It's not far from July."

"Ah?" Ma Kai was confused. He asked Song Jingcheng, "Is there anything important in July?"

"I don't know yet." Shaking his head, Song Jingcheng walked out of the elevator first.

Just as I walked to the car, I suddenly received a WeChat video call from Shen He.

After hesitating for a while, Song Jingcheng still answered the video call.

"Mr. Song, are you still in the underground garage?" Shen He recognized that the environment behind Song Jingcheng was an underground garage.

She trotted into the elevator and told Song Jingcheng: "Wait for me for a few minutes, I have something for you."

Song Jingcheng said, "I'll take the pickled radish."

"It's something else."

Shen He easily found Song Jingcheng in the underground garage.

Ma Kai was sitting in the car, while Song Jingcheng was leaning against the front of the car, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

Shen He ran towards him in small steps.

Opening the bag, Shen He took out a talisman from his inner pocket and handed it to Song Jingcheng, "Uncle, this is a health talisman drawn by the abbot of Chang'an Temple in Kyoto. I asked my grandmother to ask for one for you."

Staring at the talisman, something flashed across Song Jingcheng's eyes, "Do you still believe in this?"

Shen He shrugged, "Just take it as a good omen."

Shen He directly stuffed the talisman into Song Jingcheng's palm and said, "I'm going to work now. Bye."

Watching Shen He get into her own car, Song Jingcheng lowered his head and carefully examined the talisman in his palm.

In the first few years after Song Jingcheng fell ill, his mother also asked for health charms, safety charms, and good luck charms for Song Jingcheng.

But the one Shen He gave him was slightly different from the ones he had seen before.

They are all quacks, so it is normal for them to be different.

Song Jingcheng folded the talisman, thought about it, and put it in the ID folder.

As soon as the two returned to the Dongye Health Villa, they saw a tall and strong young man standing in front of the house, wearing a police uniform.

It’s Shen Sri.

Seeing that Song Jingcheng finally came back, Shen Sili smiled stiffly and walked towards Song Jingcheng with an envelope.

"Hello, Mr. Song, I am Shen Si..."

Before Shen Sili finished introducing himself, Song Jingcheng accurately stated his identity: "I recognize you. Shen He's eldest cousin, the youngest criminal policeman in our Qing City Criminal Investigation Team, Comrade Shen Sili."

After a pause, Song Jingcheng said, "We have seen this before at the Mu family."

Shen Sili felt embarrassed when he mentioned the Mu family.

After witnessing the whole process of Song Jingcheng making Mu Xiao so angry that he had a stroke and was hospitalized, Shen Sili began to keep his distance from Song Jingcheng.

If Shen Jinyan hadn't asked him to do something, he really didn't want to deal with Song Jingcheng.

Staring at the letter in Shen Sili's hand, Song Jingcheng nodded and asked, "What is this?"

Shen Sili explained: "This is an express delivery from my cousin Shen Jinyan, who said it's a thank-you gift from his teacher."

"President Su?" Song Jingcheng was extremely surprised.

He glanced at Ma Kai.

Ma Kai accepted the envelope and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Shen. Please go inside and have a cup of tea before you leave."

Shen Sili waved his hands vigorously, "No, I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I'll leave first." Shen Sili quickly got into his off-road tank and ran away like a gust of wind.

Ma Kai opened the envelope under Song Jingcheng's gaze.

When Ma Kai saw what was inside, he was confused.

"Uh, that's weird." It's popular to give talismans as gifts these days, right?

"What is it?" Song Jingcheng was quite curious, especially after seeing Ma Kai's reaction.

"Mr. Song, can you take a look yourself?" Ma Kai pointed the opening of the envelope at Song Jingcheng.

Song Jingcheng lowered his eyes and took a look, also stunned.

He took out the talisman that looked like a ghostly painting and recognized what it was at a glance, "This is a health talisman."

Ma Kai said, "This health talisman looks a little different from the one Miss Shen gave you." Not just different, they are completely different.

Ma Kai said suspiciously, "Did Miss Shen and her grandmother get cheated by a charlatan?"

Song Jingcheng said nothing.

He took the health talisman and went into the house alone.

Back in the tea room, Song Jingcheng took out the talisman given by Shen He from his ID folder again.

He spread the talisman flat on the table and opened the Qiandu APP's image recognition app. The mobile page jumped to a large number of identical patterns.

There are three words written on each picture:

Marriage talisman.

The phone shook and almost fell on the table.

Song Jingcheng placed his phone upside down on the table and tilted his head to look at the yard outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the tea room.

The roses in the corner are in full bloom.

His heart was beating wildly, like popping candy on the tip of his tongue.