Hearing this, Chu Jin shuffled his hand, then turned a beautiful reversal, and put all the tarot cards floating above the table in his palm, with smooth movements and done in one go.

Song Shiqin looked at her skillful technique and a strange look flashed in her dark eyes.

Chu Jin slowly placed the tarot card in his hand neatly on the table. Her hands were very clean, her fingers were slender, as thin as green onions, and her joints were distinct. When facing the blue card, it made her look particularly pleasing to the eye.

This is probably the best and softest pair of hands Song Shiqin has ever seen. In the past, in the military camp, they faced those rough men. Their hands were extremely rough because they held guns all year round.

After returning to the capital, I saw many famous ladies, and their hands were well maintained. Their nails were painted with colorful patterns. They looked good, but they were just beautiful, with no connotation at all, not even one ten thousandth of that of this person.

After doing these things, Chu Jin looked up carelessly, as if he didn't expect that the person coming would be Song Shiqin. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. Song."

Then, a light curve appeared on the corner of the mouth.

The curve was too shallow, so shallow that Song Shiqin had not caught it, the curve disappeared from the corner of her mouth.

Song Shiqin's polite nodded slowly, and slowly spit out two words, "It's me."

The tone of the voice is low and mellow, just like his whole body, with a sense of rigor and oppression.

It is a rigorous and rigid person that soldiers are accustomed to.

The visitor was a guest. Chu Jin pointed to the stool opposite and said, "Please sit down."

"Thank you." Song Shiqin sat down with the short stool in front of him.

Song Shiqin is also considered a representative of long legs. With his natural toughness in military personnel, no matter how he looks, it is somewhat incompatible with this simple stall.

The seemingly casual sitting posture reveals a noble aura that cannot be underestimated, which adds a bit of style to this simple stall.

The little loli beside him looked at Song Shiqin with great vigilance. Oh no, Dad's love rival No. 1 appeared!

Poor dad, before he even appeared, a lot of rivals came.

The little loli's big black and white eyes rolled twice, then crawled on Chu Jin's lap and sat down.

Holding his chin with both hands, staring at Song Shiqin motionlessly.

She had to stare at this strange man and defend her position in Brother Jin's heart.

Song Shiqin sat down slowly, showed a very friendly smile to the little loli, and took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, Pengpeng, we're meeting again."

The little loli was shocked!

Ah hey!

How did this strange Shushu know that her name is Pengpeng?

Last time she clearly said that her name was Brother Peng.

No, it’s strange that Shushu has a high IQ, and Daddy is a bit dangerous.

"Uncle, hello, you have to call me Brother Peng." The little loli corrected.

Let Song Shiqin call him Little Loli Peng?

Chu Jin was shocked by the little loli’s remarks. Who is Song Shiqin?

The youngest general in China, a commander of the general who overpowered the three armies!

How could he call a child brother?

Chu Jin apologized at Song Shiqin, "The child is not interested, and I hope Mr. Song doesn't mind."

The little loli pouted in dissatisfaction, "Here's just Brother Peng..."

Song Shiqin said without mind, "It's okay, the little sister is very cute."

How could he really be skeptical about a child?

This is too disgraceful.

Little sister?

The little loli is not happy now. Why does she feel that this uncle takes advantage of her father in the words?

So he raised his head and said to Song Shiqin, "Uncle, you should call me Pengpeng."

Song Shiqin smiled at the little loli, "Okay," and then took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Chu Jin, "This is your cell phone."

Since she met Chu Jin at the night market last time, Song Shiqin has taken her cell phone with her.

Unexpectedly, I really met Chu Jin again today.

Upon hearing this, the little loli's eyes became even more vigilant. How could Brother Jin's phone appear in the hands of this strange man?

Can something like a mobile phone appear in the hands of a man at will?

Could it be...

The little loli's big black and white eyes were silently rolling between the two.

Before Chu Jin could reach out to pick it up, the little loli quickly took the phone handed over by Song Shiqin and spoke up like a little adult.

"Thank you uncle for helping me keep my phone in the future. If you have time, I will definitely let my dad invite you to dinner."

The future is terrible?

Song Shiqin frowned slightly, recalling the little loli said the same thing when she was at the night market last time.

Could it be that she really already has...

Thinking of this, a little unhappiness arose in his heart.

Probably not. Didn’t she say that last time? This is just a sister in the family.

Maybe it's just a child who is naughty.

"You're welcome," Song Shiqin said calmly at the little loli, "If you thank you, you don't have to do it for others. I think it's more sincere to do it myself. Miss Chu, what do you think?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Song Shiqin turned his gaze to Chu Jin, and his eyes met. He did not see any strange emotions in her eyes. Song Shiqin breathed a little relieved.

The warm sun is slightly yellow, and the person bathed in the sun seems to be covered with a layer of golden light, looking quiet and beautiful.

The waves flow in the pair of peach blossom eyes, clear and transparent, as if they can attract people at any time.

Song Shiqin looked away unnaturally, and coughed lightly with his fist against his lips.

Chu Jin took the phone from the little loli and put it on the desktop with a faint tone, "Mr. Song said, I will definitely invite Mr. Song to have some drinks when you have time. Please come today."

"No trouble," Song Shiqin quickly recovered his rigorous look, "I just happened to pass here,"

The tone is still as low as ever, like the wine of the old Chen Jiu, mellow and pleasant.

As he fell, Song Shiqin's gaze fell on the tarot cards on the table, and his pupils shrank slightly.

I just spent my good-looking hands, but I didn't see them. The patterns of these cards were a bit too familiar.

What material is this made of?

It is so powerful that it can actually make you three points!

Seeing him showing a puzzled look, Chu Jin took the initiative to explain, "This is a tarot card, used for divination."

Song Shiqin raised his sword eyebrows lightly, "Divine? Miss Chu can still do this at a young age?"

The implication is that how come you have done such a deceptive act at a young age?

Even though Song Shiqin had worked with her, she knew her skills, but Song Shiqin still didn't believe that she had the ability to predict the future.

How can there be a prophet in this world that is really there?
Chapter completed!