The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Hearing that Chu Jin shuffled his hands for a while, and then made a beautiful reversal, and collected all the Tarot cards floating above the table in his palm, the movement was smooth and done in one go.

Song Shiqin looked at her skillful technique, and a strangeness flashed in his dark eyes.

Chu Jin unhurriedly placed the Tarot cards in her hand on the table neatly. Her hands were very clean, her fingers were long and slender, as thin as scallion white, with well-defined joints. Against the blue card surface, the color was particularly eye-catching.

These were probably the best-looking and softest hands Song Shiqin had ever seen. In the past in the military camp, he was always faced with those rough old men. Their hands were extremely rough because they held guns all year round.

After returning to the capital, I have seen many famous ladies, and their hands are well maintained. The nails are painted with colorful patterns. It is beautiful, but it is only good-looking, and it has no connotation at all. It is not as good as this One ten-thousandth of a human being.

After finishing all these Chu brocades, he casually raised his head, as if he didn't expect that it would be Song Shiqin, he was slightly taken aback, and then said, "Mr. Song."

Then, a slight curve appeared at the corner of the mouth.

The arc was too shallow, so shallow that Song Shiqin hadn't caught it, and the arc disappeared at the corner of her mouth.

Song Shiqin nodded politely, and slowly uttered two words, "It's me."

The tone was low and mellow, just like his whole person, with a sense of rigor and oppression.

It is the rigor and rigidity that soldiers are accustomed to.

Those who come are guests, Chu Jin pointed to the stool opposite and said, "Please sit down."

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

Song Shiqin can also be regarded as a representative of long legs, coupled with his natural military aura, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match this simple booth.

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

The little loli on the side looked at Song Shiqin very vigilantly, no, Papa's love rival No. 1 appeared!

Poor Papa, before she even showed up, there are a lot of rivals in love.

Little Lolita rolled her big black and white eyes twice, then crawled onto Chu Jin's lap and sat down.

With his chin resting on his hands, he stared at Song Shiqin motionlessly.

She had to keep an eye on this strange sorghum and defend her position in Brother Jin's heart.

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

The little loli was stunned!

Ah hello!

It's strange how Shushu knew her name was Pengpeng.

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

No, it's because Shushu's IQ is too high, Papa is a bit dangerous.

"Hello, Uncle, you have to call me Brother Peng." Little Lolita corrected.

Let Song Shiqin call Little Lolita Brother?

Chu Jin was stunned by Little Lolita's remarks, who is Song Shiqin?

The youngest general in Huaxia Kingdom, the commander-in-chief who dominates the three armies!

How could he call brother to a child?

Chu Jin smiled apologetically at Song Shiqin, "My kid has no intentions, and I hope Mr. Song doesn't mind."

Little Loli pouted dissatisfiedly, "He is Brother Peng..."

Song Shiqin didn't mind and said, "It's okay, the little sister is very cute."

How could he really care about a child.

It was too out of style.

little sister?

Now little loli is not happy, why does she feel that this uncle's words have taken advantage of her papa.

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

Song Shiqin smiled slightly at Little Lolita, "Okay," then took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to Chu Jin, "This is your mobile phone."

Ever since meeting Chu Jin in the night market last time, Song Shiqin has always carried her mobile phone with him.

Unexpectedly, today I really met Chu Jin again.

Hearing this, the vigilance in Little Lolita's eyes became even stronger, why did Brother Jin's mobile phone appear in the hands of this strange Shushu?

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

Could it be...

Little Lolita's big black and white eyes turned quietly between the two of them twice.

Before Chu Jin reached out to pick it up, little Lolita quickly took the phone handed over by Song Shiqin, and thanked her like a little adult.

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

Future mommy?

Song Shiqin frowned slightly, thinking of the last time at the night market, little Lolita said the same thing.

Could it be that she really already had...

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

Probably not, didn't she say it last time, this is just a younger sister in the family.

Maybe it's just kids being naughty.

"You're welcome," Song Shiqin said calmly to the little Lolita, "Thank you, you don't need others to do it for you. I think it's more sincere to do it yourself. What do you think, Miss Chu?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Song Shiqin turned his eyes to Chu Jin, and his eyes met. He didn't see the slightest strange emotion in her eyes, and Song Shiqin was slightly relieved.

The warm sun was slightly yellow, and the person bathed in the sun seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, appearing peaceful and beautiful.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes flowed with waves, clear and transparent, as if they could attract people in at any time.

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

Chu Jin took the mobile phone from Little Lolita, put it on the table, and said in a calm tone, "What Mr. Song said is that I will definitely invite Mr. Song to have a drink when I have time. I would like to trouble you to make a trip today."

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

The tone was as low as ever, like a vintage wine, full-bodied and sweet.

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

I was patronizing those beautiful hands just now, but I didn't realize that the patterns of these playing cards were a bit too familiar.

What material is this made of?

The power is so great that it can penetrate three points!

Seeing his puzzled expression, Chu Jin took the initiative to explain, "This is a Tarot card for divination."

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

The implication is, why did such a deceitful act at such a young age.

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

How could there really be prophets in this world?

If there were real prophets, there wouldn't be so many turmoil happening every year.

Moreover, as a daughter of a famous family, how could she show her face and do... such a thing on the street?

Could it be that she has something to hide.

Hearing the meaning behind what he said, Chu Jin was not annoyed, but said lightly, "It's just a little superficial understanding, which made Mr. Song laugh."

"Does Ms. Chu believe this? Do you really think that people still have the ability to see things?" Song Shiqin continued to ask.

Chu Jin smiled slightly and asked, "Why don't you believe it? The world is big and mysterious, and there are even more things that cannot be explained by science. I hope that Mr. Song will not discriminate against certain professions."

Song Shiqin originally thought that Chu Jin would have something else to say, but he didn't expect her to say these words outright.

Anyone with some brains would not spread superstition in front of a soldier.

I don't know if the little girl is deliberately attracting his attention, or if she really has some skills.

It has to be said that this little girl is full of unsolved mysteries.

Song Shiqin smiled, and continued, "If that's the case, can I trouble Miss Chu to do a divination for me?"

Chu Jin nodded slightly, "Of course, but I have to pay for it."

For Song Shiqin, a big fat sheep, she will not be soft-hearted.

Song Shiqin raised his eyebrows lightly, "This is natural."

Song Shiqin originally thought that Chu Jin would politely reject his request. After all, it is not wise to try to fool a soldier.

Is she really proficient in mystical arts?

Mystery?

Thinking of this word, a smile flashed across Song Shiqin's eyes.

It seems that I was really drugged by this little girl, and I was so bored that I would believe in the existence of such absurd things.