Du Qin shook his head: "The use of listening equipment and pinhole cameras is an abnormal means of investigation, we only use it in special cases, and we are generally more cautious, your case has not used these so far, so we have not recorded the situation in the room exactly, but according to our observation, we have not seen anyone else enter and leave the apartment, as for the child, we have not seen ......" Suddenly her face froze, and she asked again: "Abi, you won't meet a little ghost, right?" ”

Song Qiaobi flicked: "Oh, don't scare me!" I can't even think about it now...... I thought I was dazzled, but then I thought about it, and I was sure I saw a child, and it was a very strange-looking child......"

"Could it be the illegitimate son of Zhou Chonghan and Cheng Yiyi?" Du Qin's question was a bit of the speaker's unintentionality, and the listener's intention, Song Qiaobi chuckled in his heart.

"Oops, it makes sense, Zhou Chonghan and Cheng Yiyi had an illegitimate child, and then the local tyrant found out that he would definitely divorce his wife, and Zhou Chonghan had no choice but to come back and divorce you for the sake of the child." Du Qin really has the talent of a detective, not only good at detection, but also good at opening his mind!

"But no matter how you look at that child, he has to be five or six years old, five or six years ago, Zhou Chonghan was still in the UK and didn't come back, and Cheng Yiyi was married at that time, and the possibility of the two of them hooking up is very small......"

"Thousands of miles of rape/love is a hit, far away doesn't mean you can't make an appointment, and it doesn't mean that you can't be shot!"

It also makes sense, Song Qiaobi thinks that the world is globalized, and what can't happen under the sun? There is no shortage of bizarre things in this world, and it is not impossible for a red apricot to go abroad.

"So what's next? I've exposed myself......"

"It's not necessarily a bad thing to let her know your deposit, besides, listen to her, she already knows you, maybe when you investigate her, she is also investigating you."

Song Qiaobi was stunned for a moment, and smiled again: "No, she looks ...... It's very ......" Song Qiaobi wanted to find a word to describe it, but she couldn't find it for a long time, so Du Qin filled in the blank for her: "The goddess of literature and art? ”

"yes, that's how it feels!"

"Huh...... Song Qiaobi, people can't look good, don't you know that there is a kind of in this world made of green tea? ”

“……”

"As for you, you don't have to worry too much about the affairs of the junior, the top priority is either to have a showdown with Zhou Chonghan and let him compensate you a little more, or you can accept the current conditions, negotiate with him, and hand over the house with one hand and sign with the other...... Then one parted and two wide, each rejoicing. ”

After listening to this conclusion, Song Qiaobi also knew that Du Qin didn't want to help her do this kind of unprofitable case anymore, although Song Qiaobi was unwilling, but it was a little embarrassing to ask Zhou Chonghan for money in this way...... But how could that old bastard of her dad let this matter go lightly? Don't you have to do everything possible to harass and exploit him?

Song Qiaobi has a hunch that even if she calculates it now, after thinking about it, she may end up losing both people and money, and she will be empty-handed.

A week later, Zhou Chonghan was going to Hangzhou on a business trip for two weeks, and before leaving, Song Qiaobi helped him pack his luggage, folded his shirts and put them into a storage bag, knowing that he preferred to use a manual razor rather than an electric one, and helped him check the foam and blades before putting them into the box.

Zhou Chonghan sat on the sofa looking at the drawings, his head was not raised, but he still said coldly: "I didn't find that you are such a meticulous person." ”

Song Qiaobi was stunned for a moment, and then became a little embarrassed: "Since I was a child, my mother was not around, and I had to do all these meticulous tasks by myself." ”

"Well, I think so, it's not easy for you to ......"

"Hehe, it's good to get used to it......"

"Since I was a child, my parents were not around, and I lived in a Japanese bungalow with my grandmother, and at that time, I also helped my grandmother make a stove and boil water and cook......

Song Qiaobi listened to his voice and sank, as if the whole person fell into a small happy memory, she looked at him, and could not see the man's face, but watched him hold up a huge drawing, like a statue, one hand trying to hold up the tallest and newest building in the city, and the other hand trying to hold the city's oldest and best time.

Zhou Chonghan tilted his head to look at her: "Why haven't you seen your father in the past few days?" ”

"He's ......" Song Qiaobi mentioned her father, and she had a headache! Since her father got acquainted with Xiao Yuan, there has not been a day when the two of them don't get together, playing cards and saunas and drinking wine, they can be described as like-minded, and I don't know where to go tonight. But she could only smile at Zhou Chonghan and say, "Recently, he has an old friend who came to the city, and he probably goes to parties often......"

Zhou Chonghan didn't speak, his eyes fell back to the drawings, but he asked lightly: "Does your father's friend drive a black Honda with the license plate number Kun B888?" ”

Song Qiaobi stiffened, holding a can of body oil in his hand and fell to the ground with a bang, the jar was oval, gurgling and rolling, rolling to the bottom of Zhou Chonghan's feet, he bent down and picked it up.

"Hehe, you see?" Song Qiaobi's face is unnatural.

Zhou Chonghan put the drawings aside, stood up, walked up to Song Qiaobi, and handed over the body oil: "Once or twice...... But I feel that he seems to be ...... to me And you, more interested......" Song Qiaobi happened to reach out to receive the body oil, and when he heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him, his face was facing away from the light, dark and chaotic, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Song Qiaobi was a little panicked: "How is it possible...... Hehe. ”

Zhou Chonghan didn't talk about this topic anymore, but turned around: "Agreement...... Have you seen it? ”

"Oh, I've seen ......"

"Any questions?" He sat back down and reached for the cigarette case, which was empty, and he couldn't help but frown.

"No problem...... It's just that I'm wondering if we can do the transfer and signing together......"

"Of course, I can transfer the title to you first, and it's not too late for you to sign it again."

"Okay." Song Qiaobi looked down at the jar in her hand, it was an old domestic brand of alabaster, she couldn't imagine that Zhou Chonghan would use this kind of nostalgic goods, she wanted to laugh again.

"Oh, there's another thing...... My parents are coming back soon, and I hope we can get these things done before they come back, and I don't think you want to deal with my family, so let's do our best. After Zhou Chonghan finished speaking, he got up and took his coat: "I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, do you need to bring anything?" ”

Song Qiaobi shook his head, watched him close the door and go out, and then looked back at the sofa, the drawings were spread out on it, and the slender pen rested on the coffee table, and there were still his mobile phones, keys, and notebooks scattered on the coffee table...... Wait, his phone is there!

There's no better time to take a peek! Song Qiaobi rushed over without hesitation, picked up the phone and turned on the screen, oh no! Power on password!

The idea that she was a little excited about was suddenly crushed by a row of numbers, scratching her head and thinking about his birthday, and then she thought, who would be so brainless now? But what other combination of numbers is the most likely? For the first time, Song Qiaobi had the feeling of a mathematician, thinking that 0-9 could explain the world.

I couldn't help but lose my mind and look at the drawing, the precise and powerful composition of the lines seemed to have put a labyrinth for her to break through, and she suddenly felt a sense of resentment that she had no way to serve the country.

At this desperate moment, the phone in Song Qiaobi's hand suddenly rang loudly, and it also had a vibration function, so frightened that Song Qiaobi almost took off his hand, and then looked at it, the caller was no one else, it was Cheng Yiyi!

Also call at this time, hum! Song Qiaobi was so angry that she really wanted to hang up directly, but after hesitating for a moment, she still decided to pick it up.

As soon as she connected, she didn't speak at first, waiting for the other party to speak.

Sure enough, the other end asked, "Hey?" Brother Zhou? ”

Brother Zhou? Bah! It's so kind!

Song Qiaobi still didn't speak at this end, and when the woman asked again, she slowly responded softly: "Miss Cheng, do you have anything to do with my husband?" ”

The other party suddenly stopped talking and fell silent.

Just when Song Qiaobi thought she would hang up, she spoke: "Miss Song? ”

"Mrs. Zhou, to be exact." Song Qiaobi smiled lightly.

The woman seemed to smile as well: "...... Mrs. Zhou, don't mind, I'm also abrupt, I didn't expect ......"

"Hehe, it's okay, probably because Miss Cheng and I don't know each other very well, but it's also my fault that I didn't ask my husband to introduce you to me earlier...... When he comes back, I will definitely ask him to arrange a treat, and Miss Cheng can come to my house as a guest and taste the dishes made by my husband. ”

"Hehe......" I heard that the woman was a little embarrassed.

Song Qiaobi asked further: "But, Miss Cheng, is there anything important for you to call my husband so late?" ”

The woman was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something, and at last, as if she had the courage to say, "Actually, I called him to ask you to meet." ”

"What?" Song Qiaobi never expected her to say this, and she was defenseless.

"I'd like to meet you and have a good talk."

"You...... Do you and I have anything to talk about? ”

"Isn't it?"

"Nope." Song Qiaobi really didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"But I think...... At least Mrs. Zhou still wants to know where the water leaks in her home......"

As soon as Song Qiaobi heard this, his face immediately blushed, his ears were hot, his palms were feverish, and his body trembled without fighting.

With her attention, the woman on the other end began to laugh, and she couldn't hear what kind of laughter it was, in short, with bad intentions.

"Okay, let's meet, how do you want to meet?" Song Qiaobi is out of the way, the real warrior is the one who dares to accept Xiao San's blatant provocation and fight.

"How about still in my house? Apartment ...... in the central square"

When did it become her home? Shameless! Song Qiaobi's whole body cells are in a state of readiness at the moment, and she is extremely sensitive.

"Why can't you see you in public?" Song Qiaobi is not stupid.

"Uh......" The other party didn't seem to expect her reaction, and seemed to laugh again: "Okay, let's be at Starbucks downstairs." ”

"When?"

"What time does Miss Song usually get off work?"

Song Qiaobi snorted coldly: "I can ...... at what time I want."

"Is it okay to have five o'clock on Friday?"

"That's it!" Song Qiaobi deserved to be happy on his face, but he wondered in his heart whether it was time to buy insurance from Du Qin.

The phone hung up for a long time, Song Qiaobi's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, repeatedly recalling the dialogues just now, the emotions came and went, and the excitement made her dizzy, until she heard Zhou Chonghan's footsteps at the door, she immediately put down the phone, returned to her seat, and helped him put the last thing in it - it was a book, called the perfect architectural golden section

At the moment when Zhou Chonghan opened the door, Song Qiaobi suddenly thought, will his boot password be 1618?

It's a pity that she didn't have a chance to try it for the time being, and he spent the last night of his trip on the sofa.