"Hello, I didn't see you yesterday."

Song Wen regretted a little after speaking, which showed that he had always cared too much about her, and he was a little bad. The woman didn't seem to notice the mystery, and smiled: "I don't know what I've been busy with every day for the past two years, and I also liked to eat chestnut cakes back then, and I forgot everything when I was busy, I'm really old." ”

As she spoke, she swept the broken hair on the side of her face behind her ears, this action was extremely elegant and feminine, and Song Wen's eyes were stunned. At this moment, a middle-aged man and woman who looked like a couple next to him got up and got out of the car, and the woman hurriedly grabbed Song and asked, "Block, sit here." ”

The two sat down, and the woman remembered that she had just pulled someone's arm, and explained a little embarrassedly: "I was worried about missing my seat just now." ”

Song Wen said excitedly: "I know, I know." “

The two of them sat together, breathing close to the ground could be heard, Song Wen's arm was close to the woman's shoulder, and Song Wen even began to hate the sleeves of his suit at this moment.

The tram swayed, and the two sat side by side, you touch me and I hit you. After a while, they both felt strange to sit silently like this, and they both turned sideways together and said, "You ......."

Two people, you look at me, and I see you stop at the same time.

Song Wen smiled: "You say it first, ladies first." ”

The woman was a little embarrassed: "I don't know your surname, oh, my name is Cui Yushan." ”

"Yushan, what a good name, my name is Song Wen, and I am the editor-in-chief of Pujiang Evening News."

Song Wen didn't know why he told his work place so happily, probably because Pujiang Evening News was too famous, and the famous newspaper in the city added a mature and successful charm to himself, right? It's just that in the end, vanity was troubled, he lied and said that he was the editor-in-chief, and sure enough, Miss Cui's eyes lit up suddenly: "Mr. is the editor-in-chief of Pujiang Evening News, it's amazing, I have to read your newspaper every day, hey, today's headlines......"

Song Wen vaguely agreed, but he didn't expect this woman to know so well about the Pujiang Evening News, and he was afraid that she would be exposed, so he hurriedly explained: "Actually, I haven't been officially promoted to editor-in-chief, and I was appointed to the original, but the title has not been added to the newspaper. He was deliberately vague.

Miss Cui looked at him with adoring eyes and nodded again and again: "Mr. Song, I admire cultural people the most, but it's a pity that I am in the factory every day and have no chance to meet cultured people. ”

Her tone was earnest, her face was full of surprise, and there was a little softness and tactfulness between her eyebrows, Song Wen looked at it in her eyes, like drinking a big bowl of iced sour plum soup on dog days, and every pore was clamoring for ironing.

At his age, his career has stagnated, his family is boring, and he has always felt that he is a man who has failed to the extreme, but today he was suddenly looked at by a young woman with such eyes, and his whole body instantly became vigorous again, and even the suspiciously shaped bald part of his head began to be numb and itchy, as if there was a new hair struggling, ready to move.

It is said that power is the best aphrodisiac, but in fact, the cult of personality is not the same.

Song Wen's bones were a few pounds lighter at this moment. His hand involuntarily put on her bare arm, which was white and slippery, and it felt so good, and he touched it little by little along his wrist, and when he reached the elbow position, he was grabbed by her.

"It's not like that."

Her voice was in his ears, low as a mosquito, and the heat made his ears tingle. It's like I'm shaking all over my body. Suddenly, the earlobe was hot, and the warm and soft touch swished straight to the bottom of his heart, Song Wen's comfortable toes curled up, Miss Cui actually licked his earlobe lightly with his tongue, Song Wen held Miss Cui's hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "Go down together, huh?" ”

This sound was full of teasing, and Song Wen felt that he seemed to be transformed into a tall and handsome Lin Haiyang, a messenger who protected flowers, and was a very attractive figure in the hearts of women. A long-lost surprise and impulse had overflowed his heart and slammed into his body, urgently needing a breakthrough.

Miss Cui didn't answer, just pinched her fingers in the palm of his hand, and then smiled, knowing each other.

Zhao Nan stood in the crowd, staring at the scene with great interest, almost laughing out loud.

After two days of investigation, he has been able to determine that Song Wen's revenge is basically a lie.

It is true that Luo Meilan is Lin Haiyang's deceased wife, but he found the record of Luo Meilan's death, she died of a heart attack, Luo Meilan suffered from congenital heart disease, which is also the reason why she and Lin Haiyang have been married for many years but have no children, it is not what Song Wen said Lin Haiyang did not allow.

Luo Meilan is not a little sheep to be slaughtered, her father is indeed a university professor at St. John's, or a foreign student, the family is very good, only this only daughter, has been the pearl of the palm since she was a child, after graduating from Chinese and Western Girls' High School, she did not go to college because of physical reasons, but she is definitely not a woman who can be submissive, judging from her family background, marrying Lin Haiyang belongs to the next marriage, of course, there must be a reason for illness. Based on the analysis of various data, Zhao Nan and Ye Quan both think that it is unlikely that Song Wen will take revenge on Luo Meilan, and the biggest possibility is to avenge himself, and the reason for all this is jealousy, the jealousy that fills the heart, after fermentation over time, is swaying in the body, and needs a channel to vent.

Song Wen swore that Luo Meilan was his first love, but on the other hand, he had a heart-to-heart with a strange woman on the tram, which is already very revealing in itself.

Especially today's incident with Miss Fan, Zhao Nan judged that Song Wen was a narrow-minded and obscene man. Song Wen thought that he had done something to take revenge on Miss Fan, but he didn't know that all this was under the supervision of Zhao Nan, including all the illegal acts of the little minion of the Green Gang, Xiangyun Sha Ah Si, were all in Zhao Nan's control.

In the first few cases, Zhao Nan didn't get much benefit, he also needed a channel to vent, now Song Wen is like a mouse falling into a cat's claws, Zhao Nan is not in a hurry to expose him at once, but slowly enjoys the pleasure of watching him step by step towards destruction, what can be happier than watching the play, and the actors are still unconsciously working hard?

The tram stopped, and Song Wen and Miss Cui got off the train hand in hand. Zhao Nan lowered his top hat and carefully followed.

The cheating man and woman walked around the street, as if to hide people's eyes, and finally walked into a small hotel one after the other.

Zhao Nan stood in front of the hotel, smoked a cigarette, smiled, and then walked to the side of the street and paid for a phone call.

"Mrs. Song, your phone."

The proprietress of the South Goods Store at the mouth of the alley stood at the door and shouted.

At this moment, Mrs. Song was having trouble with her youngest son, and the child was crying loudly, and she didn't hear the shouting of the proprietress.

A neighbor with a good thing knocked on the door and informed her: "You go and answer the phone, I'll help you see the little hair." ”

After a while, he saw Mrs. Song angrily killing, and the neighbor was startled: "Mrs. Song, what's wrong with you?" ”

Mrs. Song cried out and said, "The one who kills a thousand knives, the guy with no conscience, he ...... He's with another woman! ”

The neighbor almost cheered out with excitement, but his mouth was still persuading: "No, Mr. Song is such an honest person." ”

"Really, really, at the Dahua Hotel on Huaihai Road, I ...... I'm going to catch the traitor! ”

Mrs. Song wiped her eyes fiercely, and her gaze suggested that the figure of the dwarf winter melon was like a small mine ready to be launched at the moment, and it would explode as long as she saw the target.