Only some of them can write English decently and beautifully, and they don't want a classical font like him to know that it took a lot of effort to practice at a glance.

She chatted with Park Chan-yi with a calm face, "Jisoo called me again yesterday, and the recent test scores are good." ”

Song Qingzhi replied, "Has she thought of which university she wants to go to?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll wait until next year to see. Su Meng took a breath and made up her mind to ask her question, "Jisoo, you rescued her by the pool, how did she drown at that time?"

Song Qingzhi didn't know how it happened, and replied casually, "It seems that I don't want to be knocked down." ”

When Su Meng heard this answer, she felt that her brain was down, and she didn't know how to explain the mysteries one after another in front of her.

She texted Oh Heon-ho and asked him what Park Chan-seo was doing right now. He replied that he was writing a material report. Su Meng asked him if he could find out where Song Qingzhi used to live and how he got in. Although Wu Xianhao was very strange why he suddenly asked about Song Qingzhi, he still quietly found out the address and sent it to Su Meng.

The Song family has many real estate under their names, but there are two permanent residences, the villa where Song Jifan lives and the large flat-floor apartment in the city center where Song Qingzhi lives alone. The apartment is a password fingerprint lock, because it is now recycled by the yamen, and you can enter it as long as you enter the password. The text message also includes the full address and password of the apartment and villa.

After Su Meng thanked him, he drove to the apartment where Song Qingzhi used to live.

Standing in front of the door of the apartment, Su Meng pressed the password and unscrewed the doorknob to go in with a bang. The death of Song's father and son, and the entry into the psychiatric hospital, leaving a lot of properties to be dealt with, this apartment in Song Qingzhi's name and his father's villa because of his murderous reputation, no one is willing to buy it, let alone the seaside villa that is the main murder scene of Song Qingzhi, so most of the furnishings in the apartment have been preserved.

Su Meng walked in the room, looking at the white curtains around her covering the wall, which was the same style as the white curtains she saw when she first went to Park Canxi's house. She remembered that time, she had already noticed that the door lock of Park Chan-yi's house was different from that of her neighbors, and it was a newly installed electronic combination lock.

She walked into the bedroom, picked up a bottle of perfume on the table, opened the cap and smelled it, it was the perfume that Park Chan-yi often sprayed.

Su Meng sneered inwardly, and it seemed that there was nothing to be surprised about.

Su Meng walked to the bathroom, this is not an ordinary bathroom, this bathroom only has a large white ceramic bathtub placed in the center of a large room, surrounded by white curtains.

Then I went into the study, flipped through the bookcase and found some documents, opened it and saw the handwriting on it, whether it was English or Korean, it could be seen with the naked eye that the words written by Park Chan-yi on weekdays were very similar. She selected a few documents with a lot of handwriting and put them in her bag, ready to use them for handwriting identification.

Song Qingzhi was writing the report materials in the office, and suddenly found that the mobile phone light flashed, and there was a text message notification, who knew that when he opened it, there was a text message that should not have appeared, and someone entered the apartment where he used to live. His apartment has a smart system that sends text messages if a non-fingerprint user enters. This is the previous user system, and when he logged in again after being reborn, he found that Song Qingzhi's account had not been cancelled, so he changed the number of the notification SMS.

Unexpectedly, I received a text message notification today, and the first-class captain report immediately rang in my head.

Song Qingzhi finished a job, cleaned up his desk and saw the date on the calendar, Song Qingzhi stared at the calendar, it is June 24th, and his mother's birthday is the future.

After Saturday, Song Qingzhi would accompany Su Meng to spend a rare holiday in the past, but this is his mother's birthday, Song Qingzhi had something to do with Su Meng, so he got up early, wearing a black suit, Song Qingzhi walked back to the bed and kissed Su Qianjiu's forehead, and turned to leave.

Su Meng heard the sound of him getting up, felt him kiss himself, raised his head to look at his departing back and continued to sleep.

Song Qingzhi drove to the cemetery in the suburbs, picked up the two bouquets of flowers prepared from the seat next to him, bought incense candles at the entrance of the cemetery, walked one step by step, and walked to his mother's tombstone step by step, he put the bouquet in front of the tombstone, lit the incense candles, kowtowed three heads deeply, and then cleaned the tombstone.

Looking at the portrait of her mother in front of her quietly and silently, the mother in the photo is still as dignified and elegant as she remembers, with a gentle smile. He opened his mouth to his mother, "Mom, I have a girlfriend, her name is Su Meng, although I can't bring her to see you now, but she is a very good girl." Thinking of Su Meng, a happy smile appeared on Song Qingzhi's face.

"My illness has also recovered, now I work like an ordinary person with a normal work life, I am now working as a fast catcher, and I am not bad. Although it was a different body, thinking that he was a murderer who was crazy about his heart, he was actually conscientiously catching in front of him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a mocking arc.

He didn't continue to have some of them, so he quietly accompanied his mother, listened to the wind around him, and stood silently in front of his mother's tombstone for a long time. Bending down and reaching out to kiss and touch the picture of the mother, it seems that this can really touch the mother.

Looking at the photo of his mother, his eyes revealed sadness, and he muttered, "Mom, I'll come to see you next time." ”

Song Qingzhi picked up another bouquet of flowers and incense candles, stood up straight, stretched out his hand to pull up his sleeves, straightened the hem of his clothes and left his mother's cemetery, but he did not leave directly, but turned a few roads and walked for a long time, and came to another tombstone, which was the grave of his father Song Jifan. The company's staff helped him deal with the aftermath, and as a son, he was under investigation in custody at the time, and he only learned about it from his lawyer afterwards, and this is the first time he has sacrificed to his father.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, he took out what he had prepared for his father, swept the curtain, and then left in a hurry, thinking that he was not a good father, and he was not a good son.

At night, when Su Meng sorted out Park Canxi's coat and was about to send it for dry cleaning, he smelled a faint fragrance on his clothes, not like the perfume he usually occasionally uses, nor the smell of laundry detergent, he couldn't think of what it smelled like for a while, he was just a little strange in his heart and then put the clothes up.

When Su Mengbai went to work, he found a large gift box and a box on the desk, and the big box opened to be a beautiful glass bottle, and the box opened