Early the next morning, I said hello to Deng Yafang and went out to pick up Xiong Ruixue to see the lawyer make a will.

After waiting outside the community for a while, I saw Jing Zhengyang driving a Porsche out of the community, so I called Xiong Ruixue to ask her to come out, I didn't want to enter the community and appear in a crowded place, it was easy to expose my identity.

"Morning. Xiong Ruixue was in good spirits and greeted me with a smile.

"Early. I smiled back.

"Oh, by the way, you plug this into that Nokia phone. I took out a card about the size of a mobile phone memory card and handed it to Xiong Ruixue.

"Okay, I'll find a chance to plug it in when I go back. Xiong Ruixue didn't ask what the card was for.

"I asked you to get Xiong Tingshan's hair last time, did you get it? "I remembered one more thing.

Since I knew that Jing Zhengyang and Yang Zhouxian used to be lovers, I doubted whether Yang Zhouxian's son Xiong Tingshan was the child of the scrap king, and I was a little more bold to guess whether Xiong Tingshan was Jing Zhengyang's child, if it was Jing Zhengyang's child, the Book of Poetry would develop in another direction.

"No, I don't like him, he doesn't like me, I'm not close at all, I can't get a chance to get his hair, but I'll find a way. Speaking of this, Xiong Ruixue smiled: "When Xiong Tingshan was born, I also desperately encouraged my dad to test DNA, Yang Zhouxian insisted that the child was my dad's, if my dad took the child to have a DNA test, it means that my dad doesn't trust her, if she doesn't even have the most basic trust, there is no need to be together, she will divorce my dad, and the child will be taken away, my dad is old, I don't want to toss, I choose to believe in Yang Zhouxian." ”

"DNA must be tested, but I don't feel much hope, since Jing Zhengyang and Yang Zhouxian dare to join forces to poison, it means that she is completely sure that she can embezzle your family's property, if Xiong Tingshan is not your father's child, she will not be competitive. I analyzed.

Xiong Ruixue listened to my words and didn't speak, just pursed her lips.

I took Xiong Ruixue to find a lawyer, but Jing Zhengyang did not go to Ruixue Group, but went to other places.

His anti-detection consciousness is still very strong, driving fast and slow, staring at the car behind him from the rearview mirror, trying to find out the suspicious vehicle, but there is nothing behind, he sat in the car and sang a breath, and his nerves jumped too tightly, and he was a little suspicious.

He looked at his phone, there were still twenty minutes before the agreed time with Yang Zhouxian, he turned a few corners, stopped at the door of a teahouse, bought a cup of jasmine tea, and then got back into the car, no matter how he walked, there were no other suspicious cars in the rearview mirror except for taxis, maybe he was really nervous.

In the end, Jing Zhengyang came to the underground parking lot of an apartment building, but did not choose to take the elevator upstairs, but took out a long-sleeved jacket and black cap from the car, and then walked out of the underground garage, turned a few more corners, entered an ordinary-looking residential building, took the elevator to the thirteenth floor, looked left and right at the door of an apartment, took out the key, quickly opened the door and dodged into the house, and then locked the door with his backhand.

The apartment is very simple to decorate, with a large bed in the bedroom, almost no other furniture, and even the bathroom has a simple shower and a few bath products.

When Jing Zhengyang came in, someone in the bathroom was taking a shower, he folded the clothes he threw on the sofa, sat on the sofa and waited for the people in the bathroom to come out......

After about ten minutes, Yang Zhouxian came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a bathrobe, her exposed skin was very good, snow-white and crystalline, and she couldn't see the traces left by the years on her body.

Wipe off the water droplets on her body, throw away the bathrobe, and start dressing, I don't know if she is slow to dress or trying to seduce Jing Zhengyang, Yang Zhouxian is not fast or slow to put on clothes, just right to let Jing Zhengyang see everything that should be seen, until the last button is buttoned.

Yang Zhouxian came directly to this apartment under the pretext of sending her children to school, in fact, even if the two had a secret meeting.

Waiting for Yang Zhouxian to get dressed, Jing Zhengyang reached out and hugged her, buried his head in the other party's neck, greedily sniffed the fragrance on her body, and then looked up and asked, "Why did you change the perfume?"

"Well, the old guy said he liked this more and asked. Yang Zhouxian shrugged.

"Why do you want to change if the old guy likes you? I like the original smell of you, you change it back. Jing Zhengyang said a little angrily.

"Okay, okay, how can you be like a child? When the Xiong family is resolved, we can be together forever, and then you can make me smell whatever you want." Yang Zhouxian held Jing Zhengyang's face and coaxed him.

"By the way, when are you going to solve Xiong Ruixue?" asked Yang Zhouxian seriously.