"Huo Jinghuan?"

Song Mingqi called tentatively.

The windows rolled down slowly.

"Don't get on the bus?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Song Mingqi exhaled, opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"Why are you here?"

Her tone was rather unkind, and she saw a DSLR camera thrown in the back seat in the rearview mirror, which was out of place in the environment of the whole car.

"I'm not here, you don't know what it's like to be programmed by reporters. ”

"Zhou Chunya deliberately asked someone to shoot me?"

The cemetery is a special place, not a festival is extremely deserted, and there are few passers-by, let alone reporters with professional equipment.

Unless someone deliberately asked a reporter to take a picture.

"It's Zhou Chunya and Qi Wang. ”

Huo Jinghuan corrected.

"How could it be. Song Mingqi pulled out a smile, her wrist was still hurting, she bit her lip and lowered her head sideways, "He obviously didn't know." ”

Qi Wang, people are not bad, the two of them have not yet reached the point where they can frame each other.

"Are you calling yourself deceiving yourself?" Huo Jinghuan sneered.

"Why is it so aggressive. Song Mingqi asked rhetorically, rubbing his wrists and no longer arguing with him.

Speechless all the way.

When he arrived at the apartment, Song Mingqi thanked him lightly, and got out of the car very simply, but he didn't expect Huo Jinghuan to follow, followed her into the door, into the elevator, into the house, and finally asked to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV.

"Don't you have any work to do, Mr. Huo?"

Song Mingqi deliberately bit the last two words very hard, thinking that he could capture an emotion similar to "uneasy" on Huo Jinghuan's face, but he didn't expect the other party to be more at ease and skillfully tune the TV to the children's channel.

"Neurotic. ”

Glancing at the time, it was almost time to eat, Song Mingqi thought about what takeout to order for a while, and habitually opened the refrigerator to find beer, but he didn't expect to see a full of dishes and food.

"Do you know how to cook? ”

Huo Jinghuan didn't know how to get this piece, and he tied an apron decently.

"What kind of attitude, I won't, you will?"

Song Mingqi closed the refrigerator heavily, and looked at the kitchen, there were pots and pans, microwave ovens, and ovens in it, Huo Jinghuan rolled up his sleeves, and his posture looked very professional, I don't know if it was really a bit of a pound.

"Won't I stand here?"

Huo Jinghuan, who had already begun to prepare, seemed to remember something, and turned back with a shovel, "Turn on the TV louder, I want to listen to it." ”

On the TV screen, two animals like rabbits and cats were practicing swords, and Song Mingqi was not in the mood to listen to what he said, so he pressed the volume button a few times as he said.

The cartoon sound is deafening.

If it was in the old city, I'm afraid that an old lady would have killed it a long time ago.

……

About an hour later, Song Mingqi, who was dizzy from the noise in the living room, had already gone to the bedroom, she lay on the bed and smelled the faint sweet aroma.

This Huo Jinghuan is a real person, Manhattan is really a place where people can be tempered.

Song Mingqi followed the fragrance and walked over, Huo Jinghuan was still busy in the kitchen, and there were already two dishes on the table, one didn't know what meat dishes to fry meat, and another didn't know what vegetables were.

Don't be surprised, she is poor, but her ten fingers still haven't touched the spring water. I didn't know the food when I was the eldest lady before, but now I don't know it.

"It's amazing. ”

praised from the bottom of his heart, and Huo Jinghuan also came out with the soup.

Sea bass and lettuce soup.

This Song Mingqi knows.

"How many people do you think can enjoy this?"

Huo Jinghuan handed over a bowl of rice.

"What kind of treatment?" Song Mingqi pretended not to understand, "Is it the treatment of being mentally polluted by cartoons for an hour?"

"Turn it off. ”

As if relieved, Huo Jinghuan took the remote control and turned off the TV.

Strange habits, strange behaviors.

Song Mingqi blew the soup and quietly observed Huo Jinghuan's expression with his residual vision.

"Mrs. Huo likes to watch it, she said that it is Alzheimer's, and she is more brilliant than anyone else in terms of identity and status, but she loves to watch cartoons. ”

Sensing Song Mingqi's gaze, Huo Jinghuan explained in a good mood.

"So, you were infected by your grandmother?"

Huo Jinghuan was not annoyed, and chuckled: "It's not infection, it's training." ”

There was a bit of loneliness in the laughter, and Song Mingqi didn't want to delve into it anymore.

"What do you have for tomorrow? except for filming. ”

Suddenly asked, Song Mingqi took chopsticks, and immediately replied: "I want to go to Fuya Prison to see my father, and I made an appointment to visit the prison the day before yesterday." ”

I don't know if it's because she is a thief and too sensitive, but I always feel that Huo Jinghuan knows what she is going to do tomorrow, so she asked tentatively.

"I'll go with you. ”

Soon after eating a bowl of rice, Huo Jinghuan took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, and threw one to Song Mingqi by the way.

"What are you going to do?"

Song Ming prayed to chew the green vegetables, and was still praising Jinghuan, a clever young man, in his heart.

"I'm with you. ”

Here it is again, and it is a matter of course to lack a beaten attitude.

"What are you doing with me, it's not the first time I've been there. ”

Song Mingqi showed a somewhat disgusted expression, but the tip of her heart trembled heavily, and she raised her eyes to Huo Jinghuan's deep and deep pupils, she stabilized her mind, and then said: "You don't have to worry about the marriage contract, my father won't use that kind of thing to blackmail you, and besides, the inexplicable marriage contract is of little value." ”

After a moment of silence, Huo Jinghuan responded: "It's really worthless. But I'm going to go with you, and I'm informing you, not asking for your wishes. ”

Here it is again, a self-righteous under-beaten attitude.

did not refuse again, and after thinking about it in many ways, Song Mingqi had no choice but to respond first.

……

Obviously, Song Mingqi's expedient measures had little room for maneuver, and the next day, she honestly got into Huo Jinghuan's car and went to Fuya Prison in the suburbs.

"Please register and sign in Room 2 first. ”

The police officer in charge of the prison was a young man in his early twenties, and he looked very motivated.

"Don't worry about it for a while, sit quietly, or go outside and wait. ”

Song Mingqi said as he realized that something was wrong.

She has gradually been transformed by Zheng Qiuqiu.

If Zheng Qiuqiu, who just met, is a college student who has just graduated, then now she is an old mother who can't finish.

"Good. ”

Every time this happens, Huo Jinghuan will be extremely obedient and look very well-behaved.

"That's good. ”

Squeezing out two words from between his teeth, Song Mingqi signed his name and year, month and day on the registration form.

After about a quarter of an hour, Song Cheng was brought in by the police.

Compared with ordinary prisoners in ordinary prisons, the so-called "high-IQ criminals" in Fuya Prison have more than doubled their treatment, and Song Cheng is already in a state of semi-conviction, and he didn't even bring handcuffs, so he came in with a swagger.

"Half an hour. ”

After the police confessed, they stood at the door of the room.

"Why are you here again?"

Song Mingqi didn't expect her father's first sentence to be this, the corners of her mouth twitched, "I want to ask you something, about Zhou Chunya." ”

"I'm going to rehearse for a stage play. ”

Song Cheng spread his hands, obviously not interested in Song Mingqi's next words.

"What stage play?"

"The entertainment in the prison, your father is the protagonist of the main role, should this be considered family inheritance?"

The policeman on the side suddenly spoke, he took out a small notebook in the shape of a memo from his pocket and handed it to Song Mingqi, "My girlfriend likes you very much, can you sign it?"

"Ahh ”

Song Mingqi took it and simply wrote down his name.

"Are you an actor?"

Song Cheng also asked, he still had a line book in his hand, and he looked like it.

"I am, didn't you say it last time?" Song Mingqi replied very cooperatively, and after she caught a glimpse of Huo Jinghuan's smiling eyes, she realized that her thoughts were completely distorted, "Only half an hour, let's not waste time." ”