Chapter 517 Ah, It’s Susu’s Tomb [5]

"How can my ancestors not be able to judge by you, a young man who can't even be ranked in the seniority. As for the glory you said?"

Shen Wanqing supported the ground and stood up leisurely. She patted the dirt on her body indifferently, "I found that the Qiu faction can stand for a hundred years without falling down, and even pass it on. Why don't I feel honored?"

Jiang Fugui didn't expect the girl to be able to reply to him so sonorously and forcefully. He stopped talking, gritted his teeth, and felt unconvinced and unwilling in his heart.

He looked indifferently in front of him, not as trembling and frightened as before, Jiang Fugui gritted his teeth, "You were just pretending before?"

"Pack?"

Shen Wanqing paused her hands while she was arranging her clothes, she gave a cool snort, her brown eyes looked extremely deep in the dark night, "You think too much, and you still need to pretend? It seems that I value you too much. "

Since these people are repelling her, don't think that she can treat them well.

Shen Wanqing's words immediately mocked many people, and those who were looked down upon were a little emotional, and wanted to retaliate.

"Okay, stop arguing." Mr. Jiang knocked on the stone pier with the long cigarette stick in his hand, and spit out circles of smoke from his black and purple lips, blocking those who got emotional and wanted to go back.

Old Jiang knocked out the ash from the cigarette butt, and said, "It's almost half past two, it's time to go, pack up and start working."

"Yes." Those people shuddered when they heard Mr. Jiang's words, so they didn't have the heart to continue chatting with Shen Wanqing.

They all went to clean up, and Mr. Jiang also put the cigarette rod in his hand on his belt.

He is an old man, and he is not used to wearing the clothes of young people. He still wears the old commoner clothes comfortably, otherwise there is not even a place to insert a cigarette rod.

Mr. Jiang spat out his phlegm, and extinguished the soot that was still faintly emitting sparks on the ground, and the soles of his shoes also casually crushed his feet a few times.

When turning around to leave, Jiang Lao looked at Shen Wanqing thoughtfully with his cloudy eyes.

The boy looked very different from before.

Mr. Jiang narrowed his eyes, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly.

It seems that Old Fox Shen is saving his hand.

He said, how could the old fox send a yellow-haired boy who was as timid as a mouse and so delicate.

It seems that on the way, pay more attention to this kid.

"Master." Shen Yi next to her looked at her worriedly, "Master, are you alright?"

Shen Wanqing waved her hand indifferently, "What can I do? I slept comfortably!" He was so comfortable that he didn't even know when the original owner lost his breath.

Shen Yi pursed his lips, his paralyzed face was serious, he looked at Shen Wanqing and said: "We will go to the tomb later, young master must stay behind your subordinates, don't worry You can't run around, do you understand, young master?"

Looking at Shen Yi with a serious face, Shen Wanqing stood on tiptoe helplessly and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I know your young master well."

It's just a tomb, she Shen Wanqing has never been to any place. She still doesn't care about a few zongzi.

The strength of the boss can be easily crushed!

"Pack up your things, we're leaving soon." Shen Wanqing glanced over there, most of the people had already packed their black bags.

"En." Shen nodded.