Song Huayi stood next to the sink washing vegetables, Zhan Shaoyin sat on the sofa, the TV was on, but his attention was not on the TV.

Leaning lazily on the sofa, with his feet stretched out on the coffee table, holding an empty cigarette case in his hand, leaning next to his nose to sniff the smell of smoke and relieve his cravings.

Song Huayi saw his actions, gave him a blank look, and said, "The hospital has survived for so many days, and I can't help it after only going home for a day."

Zhan Shaoyin looked at her sideways, and threw the cigarette case in his hand towards the coffee table, but the cigarette case smashed on a glass jar on the coffee table, then changed the path and fell to the ground.

Song Huayi threw another roll of his eyes over, "Can you not make trouble for me?"

Zhan Shaoyin ignored her, picked up the remote control at hand and switched the TV station.

Song Huayi washed the dishes, threw the things into the soup pot, adjusted the heat, and then walked over and picked up the cigarette case he had just thrown on the ground and threw it into the trash.

Song Huayi was about to nag him a few words, but unfortunately his mobile phone on the coffee table rang.

Zhan Shaoyin sat motionless, pointing to the phone with his chin, Song Huayi glared at him, walked over and picked up the phone and handed it to him.

At the same time, she glanced at the caller, it was Gu Fei.

Thinking that it was probably to explain the work matter, Song Huayi returned to the cooking table and continued to prepare lunch.

Zhan Shaoyin answered the phone, and Gu Fei's voice came from the other end, "Master Yin, this person is dead, and the clues I have found are very limited." ”

"What did you find?"

"What about the person, his name is Fan Ningyi, he used to be a manager in a hotel, his family conditions are average, and you have heard of the female star who died some time ago

The two of them seem to be a little ambiguous in private, it should be love, as for why he hurt his sister-in-law later, I really didn't find any clues, he and his sister-in-law had no intersection at all before. ”

Zhan Shaoyin was silent and asked, "What about his family?"

Zhan Shaoyin felt that Fan Ningyi would definitely not kill random people for revenge at that time.

If it was revenge, there were more people in the supermarket, so he didn't have to wait in the sparsely populated parking lot, and he happened to be ambushed in the place where he parked, obviously prepared, and he came for Song Huayi.

Since I didn't find out that he had a direct intersection with Song Huayi, it was obviously instructed by someone, and who could this person be

Gu Fei replied, "The family is an old mother, she passed away two days ago, and she didn't get off the operating table, and the others are some fox friends and dog friends. ”

Zhan Shaoyin was silent thoughtfully, and Gu Fei suddenly said again, "Oh yes, Master Yin, there is one more thing, I don't know if it's a clue." ”

Zhan Shaoyin" said. ”

Gu Fei: "Didn't you just say that Fan Ningyi's mother was sick and hospitalized?"

There was a big amount of money to be paid for the surgery, and then there was a good Samaritan who donated the money, and guess who this good Samaritan was."

Zhan Shaoyin: "Guess your sister." ”

Gu Fei: "Cough, Master Yin, you don't have any interest at all." ”

After complaining, Gu Fei immediately said, "It's Mrs. Qian, Miss Meng Qianjun." ”

Hearing this name, Zhan Shaoyin's eyes froze, and he thought for a while and said, "Send someone to follow her." ”

Although Song Huayi looked like he was cooking seriously, he was actually listening to what Song Huayi was talking about.

She could only hear Zhan Shaoyin's voice, and she didn't know >>

Gu Fei said something on the other end of the phone, but he vaguely felt that it seemed to be related to the incident in the parking lot a few days ago.

After Zhan Shaoyin hung up the phone, Song Huayi pretended to inadvertently ask, "What are you talking about?"

Zhan Shaoyin threw his mobile phone on the sofa, switched the TV station with the remote control, and replied casually, "It's not something you should be curious about." ”

Song Huayi Nunu mouthed, and did not ask again.

She won't be the same as before now, once he has something to hide from her, she starts to think cranky, and now as long as it's not about women, if he doesn't say it, she won't ask too much, knowing that he has his own measure.

The two of them fell silent again, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the range hood running and the sound of the television.

Zhan Shaoyin casually adjusted a news station and dropped the remote control, but his eyes did not fall on the TV, but glanced at Song Huayi.

She was wearing a white court-style dress, with a square neckline that exposed the shoulder and neck line and collarbones, and the sleeves were two cute puff sleeves, the waist was tightened, and the skirt was more than ten centimeters above the knee, tied with the pale pink-purple star dew apron she bought herself.

She leaned over slightly, took a knife and carefully sliced the beef on the board, and when he looked from him, she could see the white lace lingerie and fair skin under the neckline of her dress.

Zhan Shaoyin's eyes fixed on that side, watching her cut the meat and turn around to go to the cabinet to get a plate to assemble the dishes.

Standing on tiptoe slightly, she stretched out her hand to reach the plates on the cabinet, and with her action, the height of her skirt was raised, and the slender white legs loomed to attract people.

Seeing that she turned around with the plate, Zhan Shaoyin unhurriedly put away his gaze.

She didn't notice him either, and was seriously busy with the work at hand.

Zhan Shaoyin stared at the TV absentmindedly for two seconds, kicked a pen on the coffee table silently with his foot, looked down at the place where the pen fell, it was not very satisfactory, and threw it under the coffee table with his foot.

He turned his head to look at her again and said to her, "My pen has fallen, come and pick it up for me." ”

Song Huayi was holding a spoon to stir the soup in the pot, glanced at him and said, "You pick it up yourself, I didn't see that I was busy." ”

Zhan Shaoyin: "As soon as I bend over, I feel uncomfortable, and I can't pick it up." ”

Song Huayi glanced at him, scooped up the soup in the pot with a spoon, blew it and said, "Wait a while, you are not in a hurry to use it now." ”

With that, she tasted the soup in the spoon, which seemed to be a little less flavorful, and added another spoonful of salt to it.

"I'm going to use it now."

Song Huayi glanced at him helplessly, put down the spoon in his hand, re-covered the lid of the soup pot, and walked over to help him pick up the pen.

He looked down at the ground and asked him a little impatiently, "What?"

Zhan Shaoyin nodded his chin and said, "Under the coffee table." ”

Song Huayi muttered, "The general doesn't have much to do with you." ”

Complaining in his mouth, he still obediently leaned down, glanced under the coffee table, and saw the pen under the coffee table, but it was a little far away.

She shifted her position and leaned on the ground with her hand stretched out to pick it up.

She saw Zhan Shaoyin put down his feet on the coffee table, stood up, and walked behind her.

Song Huayi originally thought that he was going to help her find a stick or something, and took out the pen.

Who knows, when her fingertips touched the pen, she felt that her skirt was lifted and her ass was cold