When Song Huayi updated his Weibo at night, he accidentally saw Huo Ningfang's death.

Many celebrities who have worked with him have begun to post messages to mourn Huo Ningfang's death, and the topic of "the most handsome photographer, go all the way" has been brushed to the first place in the hot search.

Song Huayi was a little stunned, only to see that everyone was mourning Huo Ningfang, but none of the Weibo revealed the cause of Huo Ningfang's death, as if everyone in the circle knew that the person died, but no one knew how he died.

And how could the news of death suddenly come from well?

Didn't you do too much evil and get retribution?

Song Huayi turned around and picked up the mobile phone charged at the table, and was about to go to the dormitory group to chat about this matter, to see if there was any gossip about Wei Xiangmu, a know-it-all.

It can be thought that Xiong Yu and Huo Ningfang still have a past, and it doesn't seem good to talk about this in the group, but what she didn't expect is that the dormitory group has long been in full swing, and the information of "99+" is all about Huo Ningfang's death, and Xiong Yu took the lead first, and shared a Weibo in the group to the group.

Song Huayi looked through the chat records, all the chats were about some speculations, and there was no substantive information, even Wei Xiangmu didn't know anything about it, obviously it seemed that someone deliberately concealed it in order to suppress the news so tightly.

"Click-" The bathroom door behind him opened, and Zhan Shaoyin walked out of it with a towel wiping his head.

Song Huayi sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his mobile phone, studying the cause of Huo Ningfang's death, without even looking at Zhan Shaoyin.

Zhan Shaoyin was dissatisfied with her coldness, picked up the towel in his hand and threw it towards Song Huayi, and the wet towel hit Song Huayi's head.

Song Huayi took off the towel, looked up at him, and asked him, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin walked towards her and asked, "What are you doing?"

How good is the phone? ”

Song Huayi's mind turned, he moved his butt to make a closer fight, and asked him, "Do you know that Huo Ningfang is dead?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin: "Who?" ”

Song Huayi: "It's the photographer who took us last time who died, and now it's all about it on the Internet." ”

Zhan Shaoyin: "If you're dead, you're dead, and it's not something you should care about." ”

Song Huayi: "You don't know, this thing is very strange, they only know that he died, but no one knows how he died, whether he was sick and had an accident or committed suicide, there is no news at all." ”

Zhan Shaoyin frowned at her, reached out and took the mobile phone in her hand, turned off the page and threw it on the bed next to her, and said, "You are not something you should be curious about, I said that you have watched too many suspense dramas in the past two days?"

God is chattering, if you have the time to understand these messy things, it is better to spend some time entertaining your husband. ”

Song Huayi smiled, looked at him and said, "How do you want to be treated?" ”

Zhan Shaoyin also seemed to have an idea a long time ago, his eyes glanced at the direction of the wardrobe, and said in a serious tone: "Didn't you buy several sets of small clothes before?"

I haven't worn a set yet. ”

Song Huayi was just a hi player, looking at Zhan Shaoyin's appearance, as if she was going to talk to her at any time, she didn't dare to >>

deliberately teased him again, just silently touched his mobile phone back, lifted the quilt and drilled inside, and said lazily: "I'm very tired, I'll wear it to you when I'm free." ”

Zhan Shaoyin stared at her: "Sleep when you're tired, what kind of mobile phone do you play?" ”

Song Huayi lay on the bed, and replied to him while looking through his phone: "I have a bold conjecture, I suspect that Huo Ningfang's death is related to your female alumnus, I have to find someone to ask him clearly." ”

Zhan Shaoyin looked at it, in her eyes, a mobile phone seemed to be more attractive than him, and she was sullen in her heart, wanting to do something to make her notice him.

Thinking that she didn't seem to be like this before, she would revolve around him when she had something to do, and she would run to the company to find him after a little time, and recently she didn't even bring him much food, and she didn't seem to pay as much attention to him as before.

How long has it been?

In two years, his status has fallen from the wind and rain to the dust?

Song Huayi didn't know what Zhan Shaoyin was muttering in her heart, and her mind was full of things she was curious about.

She sent a message to ask her second brother about Huo Ningfang, but her second brother said that he was not the one who took the police from this case, nor was he in charge, and the bureau did not hear strange rumors, and he did not know much about the specific situation.

Song Huayi thought that her second brother had no news at work in the police station, and she was afraid that this secrecy work was not done too strictly.

And the more rigorous it is, the more it indicates that something is wrong.

Brother Kun also said that the circle was tight, and the peers didn't dare to discuss this matter, as if they had been pointed out in advance, and he didn't dare to mention Huo Ningfang, so he said that he regretted not following Meng Qianjun and Huo Ningfang in the past few days, otherwise I might be able to catch some more exciting news.

Song Huayi sent a photo to Qian Qiucheng last time, so that Brother Kun didn't have to follow Meng Qianjun anymore, firstly, she felt that the handle in her hand was enough for Qian Qiucheng to understand Meng Qianjun's true face.

The content of the pictures she posted last time was quite mild, with Meng Qianjun's brain, she would definitely be able to hide from the world, her purpose in doing this was mainly to let Meng Qianjun go, she had something in her hand, those few photos were just to give Meng Qianjun a wake-up call, and it could be regarded as giving her a chance to repent.

If Meng Qianjun settles down as Mrs. Qian in the future, she will no longer embarrass her in this matter.

Huo Ningfang's matter, there is no evidence pointing to Meng Qianjun at present, but the two are relatively close, and it is inevitable that something will be involved.

In the evening, Meng Qianjun's studio also posted a Weibo mourning for Huo Ningfang, but I don't know if it's a formality or if I want to cover up something.

Song Huayi held his mobile phone, looking at some bizarre and bizarre analyses of this matter by the gods in the forum, and was looking at it, when a hot thing suddenly pasted behind him.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Zhan Shaoyin coming over at some point, close behind her.

Song Huayi thought he was going to bed, so he gently pushed him dissatisfied and said, "You go to sleep there, I'll charge my phone later." ”

His big hands roamed restlessly over her, and a low voice came softly in her ear, and when she spoke, his breath hit the side of her face, and it was particularly ambiguous: "Isn't it time to recharge me?" ”

Song Huayi knew what he was thinking about, so he turned his head and avoided him slightly: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to sleep." ”