Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1815
The wheelchair went straight down the steps of the museum, and not only the fans but even the security guards were unable to react.
Ding Sisheng’s face was pale, and the extremely fast sprint almost destroyed his little sanity.
Without time to think, he stood up from the wheelchair, ran for several steps, and finally stopped in front of the big powder, still in shock.
He put his hands on his knees, staring with his eyes wide open, gasping for breath.
When he finally came to his senses, he found that the fans in front of him were looking at him with strange eyes.
It was surprising and hard to believe that Brother Sheng could actually stand up and run?
Only then did Ding Sisheng realize how big a mistake he had made.
Just as he was about to explain, he heard Si Jin’s voice behind him again: “Did you see that? His legs are fine. I didn’t hit him at all.”
Before he finished speaking, suddenly, snap –
Si Jin swung out a long white whip condensed from lightning, and controlled it through the air, swinging it hard at Ding Sisheng’s plastered leg.
It makes a heart-pounding crisp sound.
He said coldly, “This is what I fought for.”
As he spoke, the man looked indifferent, yet with a unique kind of arrogance.
He glanced at Ding Sisheng, who was lying on the ground wailing with a broken leg, and the way he looked at those fans was more like a god looking down at ants.
“You’re being used as a gun, but you’re still jumping around happily? Go back and propose to your parents that if conditions permit, you can have another child.”
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the museum without even bothering to linger on.
Only the fans were left with their heads down, staring blankly at the embarrassed Ding Sisheng.
The feeling of frustration of being used and treated as a clown arose spontaneously. The people who had been their fans for so long only treated them as tools to deal with others.
And they, along with their real masters, were stupidly crushed into dust!
All of a sudden, the fans dispersed one after another, and no one called an ambulance for Ding Sisheng.
In the end, the security guard remained silent and called 120 for fear of affecting the museum’s business.
… …
Inside the museum, while Si Jin was lecturing someone, Shao Linyuan also took the mobile phone assigned to him by the staff.
With a frown on his face, he tried his best to guess the meaning of the simplified Chinese character, and he also gained a better understanding of Ding Sisheng.
But he didn’t understand: “Why, Ding Sisheng’s singing is obviously not good, but he still has… fans?”
“Ah?” The young lady who was replacing the gas for restoring cultural relics was stunned. She obviously didn’t expect that Shao Linyuan could study the mobile phone so thoroughly so quickly.
After a moment of shock, he said, “Because of capital, because of money.”
“Money?” Shao Linyuan tilted his head slightly, his messy white hair falling on his shoulders, and continued to ask: “Silver?”
“Your Majesty, this is not called silver.” The young lady took out a hundred yuan and explained to him: “This is called… banknotes.”
After saying that, he continued to take care of other cultural relics.
Shao Linyuan was left alone sitting in the display case, staring blankly. After a while, he seemed to finally understand the meaning of the banknotes: “Oh ~ Jiaozi.”
“What?”
Realizing that Si Jin had returned, Shao Linyuan slowly raised his head and calmly concealed his thoughts.
He said, “I want to have a son with you.”
Si Jin smiled: “Sure.”
He interlocked his fingers with Shao Linyuan through the transparent glass display case and whispered seductively, “Do you want me to stay tonight?”
Shao Linyuan lowered his head, looked at his own “predicament”, and finally endured the grievance and shook his head.
I had worked so hard to gain the initiative in my previous life, and I must not let it go in this life!
But……
