Jiang Zhihao glanced at the ring in his hand, shook his head, and put the ring back in his wallet.

Song Jihyo had already left two hours ago, and the other party didn't say anything more before leaving.

The other party took the photo with him, but the other party did not take the ring.

Of course, Jiang Zhihao won't leave the ring here, so naturally he still put it away.

Just as he said to Song Zhixiao, Song Zhixiao should also come out of that memory.

Gently closing the door of the store, Jiang Zhihao stretched his waist greatly, ready to end today's hard work and return home to sleep well.

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"Hmm, can you find it?"

"Inside~Thank you, Minister Nim~"

Bae Sun-hee greeted the person on the other side of the phone with a smile on his face, then took off the mask on his face and gently patted his tender little face.

It is inevitable that once a person passes 30, his skin quality will deteriorate.

She can maintain this delicate skin at this age, and naturally she has spent a lot of money to pile it up.

Maintenance is a woman's most basic requirement for herself.

Taking out a bag of red ginseng, tearing open the package and sucking off the jelly inside, Bae Sun-hee sat on the sofa at his home, frowning and looking at the information on the computer.

As an ordinary public figure, she had no way to retrieve Jiang Zhihao's criminal record back then.

And that case had been sealed thirteen years ago, so it was difficult for her to find out the specific verdict of that case, as well as some details.

Just like Jiang Zhihao and his uncle's description, the case that Jiang Zhihao experienced thirteen years ago really had so many doubts in it that she had to doubt it.

Of course, it was not Jiang Zhihao who asked her to check the inside story of this case, but she searched for it out of curiosity.

The clues only stayed in the verdict at that time, and she couldn't find any information after that.

Bae Sun-hee exhaled helplessly, controlled the mouse to close the data collection in front of him, and then turned off the computer.

This kind of thing is for a small reporter like her, especially a small reporter in the financial circle. It's a little too difficult.

But she also has her own selfish motives in doing so.

After all, Jiang Zhihao, whether it is his appearance or conversation, is very much in line with the standard of her other half in her heart.

Here's the problem. The other party's work is indeed a bit strange.

Bae Sun-hee rubbed his face, and couldn't help but recall once again the other party's description of the particularity of his workplace when he was on a blind date with Kang Ji-ho.

And then it is reminiscent of the coffee shop that is now well-known in the entertainment industry.

It can't be that coincidental, right?

Thinking of this, Bae Sun-hee took out his mobile phone, found out the phone number of his only friend who was active in the entertainment industry, and dialed it.

The phone was quickly connected by the other party, looking at the speed of answering the phone, it is not difficult to guess that the other party is probably playing with the mobile phone.

"Sun-hee?"

"Ah, Ernie, do you know that coffee shop opened by Lin Yun'er in Girls' Generation?"

“。。。 What's wrong?"

I don't know if it's Pei Shanxi's own delusion, she always feels that the woman on the other side of the phone seems to be silent for a while.

"Well, that's actually the case, remember the last time I told you about my blind date?"

"Well, remember, what's wrong?"

"Did you say that the café he was in was the same café, and do you have a membership card for that café?"

"I've been to that café. ”

The other party's answer made her eyes widen in surprise, but the second half of the sentence dispelled her thoughts.

"But the shopkeeper is not called Jiang Zhihao, he is a person surnamed Lin. ”

"Ahh Is that so?"

"Well, what? Are you still thinking about someone who doesn't tell you about your work honestly?

The female voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be holding back a smile.

And this ridiculous voice is too familiar to her, a reporter who is often in charge of interviews.

"Isn't that good?,Shouldn't it be a strange profession?。。 ”

"I think it's better to have less contact, you're a reporter, Sun-hee. ”

"Alaso, Ernie bye~"

Bae Sun-hee nodded, and quickly hung up the phone before the other party wanted to lecture her.

She is too familiar with each other, no matter how she says it, she has been friends for so long, and she knows what the other party is going to do next when she raises an eyebrow.

Throwing the phone aside, Bae Sun-hee lay on the sofa a little depressed.

Now there is one less direction to guess, but then again, this news called Jiang Zhihao is powerful enough, and I won't contact her once after so many days.

Are you going to continue to develop?

She doesn't mind that the other party has a criminal record, this kid is still pretending!

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"Chili sauce!"

Jiang Zhihao took out the chili sauce in his own words, dug a spoonful and put the chili sauce into the pot in front of him, and then carefully stir-fried the pork in the pot with a small shovel.

Recently, Jiang Zhihao was preparing to learn to cook.

Mainly because if you eat out every day, it is too expensive.

In addition, there are very complete kitchen utensils at home.

As a middle-aged uncle who is a little behind the times, Jiang Zhihao has recently seen a lot of information that men in the new era will cook by themselves.

He's no longer as young as he is.

However, he is a man with a gap of 13 years!

Because he spent 13 years in prison.

In any case, Jiang Zhihao thinks that his mental age is still at the same level as today's children.

Then, learning to cook will naturally help him a lot in his future life.

Do whatever you want, Jiang Zhihao bought a lot of pork and vegetables when he went home today.

The first dish he wants to try today is naturally the spicy stir-fried pork with spicy rice.

But cooking was a lot harder than he thought.

Looking at the reddish spicy fried pork in front of him, Jiang Zhihao swallowed his saliva hesitantly.

Did he put too much chili sauce?

There was no way, since it was a dish made by himself, with the idea that if he didn't eat it, he would waste it, Jiang Zhihao finally persuaded himself to pick up the chopsticks, pick up one of the spicy fried pork that was red, and put it in his mouth at once.

Probably because he was a little nervous, he poked at the wound on his left cheek, which was still recovering.

The pain from the hot spicy stir-fried pork that came into contact with the wound made him frown.

But fortunately, the pain is acceptable.

He gently chewed on the pork slices in his mouth and smiled with satisfaction.

But the smile only appeared for a moment, and then it was replaced by a terrible wail.

The piece of pork that came into contact with his wound was not just hot.

The ensuing spicy smell instantly swept over his mouth, as well as the wound that was still not fully healed.

"Ahhhh