So the two coincided and were ready to start with the driver.

Even if this matter has nothing to do with Concubine Su, for the sake of Song Heng being his rare brother, Bo Jingsi will not watch from the wall.

Soon, the elevator "ding-" sounded.

Two men came out of it.

There are two residents on the first floor of the complex.

Song Heng obviously investigated very clearly, and walked directly to the house on the left.

Rang the doorbell.

Soon, a little girl of seven or eight years old opened the door.

Seeing Song Heng and Bo Jingsi standing outside the door, the little girl was stunned at first, and then shouted inside:

"Dad, there's a super beautiful little brother."

Soon, Bo Jingsi heard the voice of a somewhat hoarse middle-aged man: "It's here." ”

Song Heng looked at the little girl's delicate face and smiled gently: "Little friend, where is your mother?" ”

"Mom?" The little girl tilted her head, and then wondered, "My mother died, who are you?" ”

"I'm looking for your father."

"My dad is stir-frying," the little girl winked, "you wait a minute." ”

As soon as the words fell, a somewhat burly man wiped his hands with an apron, walked out, and asked, "Who?" ”

When he saw that it was Song Heng, the man's expression froze, and then he quickly showed a smile: "Why did the young master come to me?" If anything, you can call me. ”

The man took off his apron a little crampedly, then took a few steps forward to hold his daughter's hand.

"Is there something wrong with the young master?"

"It's a little bit of a thing."

Song Heng nodded, and then asked politely, "Can we go in?" ”

The Song family's salary for all drivers is quite high.

So this driver's home is still quite neat and beautiful.

He hurriedly hugged his daughter out of the way, and then found two pairs of disposable shoe covers from the shoe cabinet.

"There are no new slippers at home." He handed over the shoe cover a little embarrassed, "The two young masters should wear this." ”

After speaking, he rubbed his hands embarrassedly: "It's okay if you don't wear it, the house is also very messy." ”

"Put it on."

Bo Jingsi took the shoe cover, handed a pair to Song Heng, and the two of them bent down to put the shoes on, and then walked in.

The house is not big, but it is cosy and clean.

Looking around, there is indeed no trace of the hostess's life, and the things that appear most often are used by children.

It can be seen that this driver is indeed the same as on the information, and he loves his daughter very much.

The driver's surname is Fang, and his name is Fang Xin.

His wife died of cancer a few years ago, leaving behind her daughter, who was five years old at the time.

It's called Fang Tian.

"Tian Tian," Fang Xin touched Fang Tian's face, "Go to the room to do your homework first, Dad has something to do now." ”

"Okay Dad." The little girl obediently jumped back into the room.

When he saw her close the door, Fang Xin looked at Song Heng and asked nervously:

"What does the young master want to drink? There is only a little juice and milk at home. ”

Song Heng smiled: "I don't drink." ”

Fang Xin looked at Bo Jingsi again.

From the moment Tsukasa Bokei appeared, there was a feeling of being suppressed in the apartment.

Fang Xin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while being surprised by the strong aura of the young master of the Bo family.

"Just plain water."

He leaned back on the sofa, his posture was lazy and casual, but his dark eyes were cold, making it difficult to detect the emotions in his eyes.

Fang Xin nodded hurriedly, then turned around and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and handed it to him.