"Miss Song, what you said is certainly very tempting, but I can't live a lifetime with money." The woman is telling the truth.

"Well, I'll fulfill you."

"Then you have to give me a job for ten years, I won't pay you a salary, I will cover all the accommodation and meals every month, I won't treat you badly, as long as you work honestly, I can give you a promotion."

"Thank you, Miss Song."

"Forget, what's your name? I don't know yet. ”

"Brother Winter."

Song Shenyan felt too ironic when he heard this name, and asked her carefully: "Winter of winter, brother's brother?" ”

Brother Dong replied to her: "Yes." ”

"The name is not good, let's change it." Song Shenyan then said.

Brother Dong didn't know what to change: "You can just call me Xiaodong." ”

"This number is my assistant now, you call her, she will arrange your accommodation, my mobile phone number and WeChat ID, she will tell you, officially go to work tomorrow, go back and pack your things today."

"Then my brother, can he go home tomorrow?"

"Of course." Song Shenyan answered her, and then sent the person out.

After waiting for a minute, Xie Tangyu stood at the door: "Don't give a lesson? ”

"It's not my younger brother, but money is money, and the lesson still has to be given, it depends on how Huo Yan handles it."

"You're still connected." Xie Tangyu's unhappiness was all on his face.

He put Song Shenyan down on the sofa again, and then kissed her forehead gently: "I can't come tomorrow, don't wait for me." He said goodbye to her.

"Will you come back later?" She stared at the ring ring on his ring finger as if it were the original one, but the wedding ring was put away by her.

"I don't know." He smiled softly.

After the people left, the assistant called her and said in an anxious tone: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Xiao Shen was arrested, and they accused malicious murder." ”

"Got it, go to the hospital and wait for me."

"No, let's go to the police station."

Song Shenyan drove not fast along the way, almost scratched, and arrived at the parking lot at the entrance of the southeast branch of Beicheng at ten o'clock in the morning.

The assistant's car arrived one after another.

"This morning, when Mr. Shen went to visit the eldest lady in the hospital, there were two policemen, and they found out that the original surveillance was Mr. Shen's ghost, and then said that he killed people maliciously, and there is evidence."

"What's going on now?"

"The lawyer has been invited, and no one is allowed to enter except the lawyer."

"Got it."

Song Shenyan made a call to Shen Ci, but no one answered, she frowned and subconsciously wanted to call Xie Tangyu, but the two had just separated.

She called up Song Zhangheng's phone.

"Uncle, is it convenient? I have something to tell you. ”

"About Shen Zhouli? Come to Jidong, I'll send you the address. ”

Jidong is a studio founded by Song Zhangheng in Beicheng, mainly engaged in luxury design, the studio is open on the bustling street, a total of three floors, after arriving at the door, a man with long hair walked down: "It's Miss Shen, here." ”

He looks feminine and speaks masculinely, Song Shenyan didn't care so much, and followed him up, Song Zhangheng had an independent office on the third floor, which was very large.

"Mr. Song is inside, just Miss Shen go in." His tail note is somewhat familiar.

Song Shenyan felt that she was using one with the man who answered Song Zhangheng's phone that morning, but it was hard to say and it didn't matter, so she pushed the door and entered.

Song Zhangheng was changing clothes, shirtless, and his pants had just been buttoned up.

With his back to her.

The Buddha diagram of the Demon Suppression Seal was naked in front of her, like a huge net trying to trap her, and she stared without blinking, a strong attraction.

"See what?" Song Zhangheng put on his shirt, showed a defensive look, and took it back in an instant.

One thing, he cares a lot about this tattoo.

But Xie Tangyu can find a very clear pattern, is it really like what he said, has he found the old master?

Or from whose place did you get it.

The person with this picture must be someone that Song Zhangheng trusts very much.

Whether it was Chen Chen or Shen Ci, or someone she had never heard of.

"Uncle, I want to ask if Shen Zhouli's matter still has a chance to ease? It has been determined or is it said that the police are just scouting and summoning him to be investigated. ”

"There is evidence, but it is insufficient." Song Zhangheng sat in the black leather chair behind the desk, and then reached out to signal her to sit opposite.

Song Shenyan noticed that there were some Buddha pictures on his table, which were extremely symbolic, and they were all very rarely familiar to the outside.

A string of Buddhist beads is placed on a glass turntable, and these are like the ritual sense of a devout believer.

"Do you like it?" Song Zhangheng saw her staring at these things.

"No, I'm just curious that my uncle likes this kind of thing."

"Not me, a friend." Song Zhangheng covered up the past.

"What does my uncle mean when he says there is insufficient evidence?"

"Shen Zhouli did disrupt the police case through some connections, and the most important thing is that your father called the police and thought that the third sister's car accident was not important, but now the person is in danger in the intensive care unit, which is very strange."

"I can't see that my father cares about my mother." Song Shenyan looked at Song Zhangheng, wanting to see other information from his reaction.

But unfortunately, Song Zhangheng is impeccable.

He pretended to have a very strange expression: "How can you say that, the relationship between the third sister and the third brother-in-law has always been very good." ”

"Really? I thought my father would like you a little more. The tone was joking, so that Song Zhangheng didn't react for a while.

The man sat on the chair and broke away from the backrest, leaned forward slightly, and told her in an oppressive attitude: "How come, I like men, but your father is my brother-in-law, and my brother-in-law looks like a person who destroys other people's families?" ”

"Uncle, don't be angry, I'm just joking."

Song Zhangheng looked displeased: "Dare to say anything, I'm afraid that you will do something wrong in the future and not save your life." ”

"Shen Zhouli, do you want to care? He is your father's adopted son, and if something happens, the Shen family will naturally abandon him, and you will be more capable of getting your father's position at that time. ”

"Uncle, I don't have any skills and no ambitions, but Shen Zhouli is more suitable than me."

"Self-indulgence." Song Zhangheng's eyes revealed a kind of disappointment, as if he disdained her retreat.

"Got it, since you talk to me, I'll handle this for you."

"Thank you, uncle."

Song Shenyan didn't expect it to be so smooth, when she went downstairs, it was the little brother who sent her, and she asked sideways: "How long have you been working here?" ”

"Three years."

It's not a short time.

"Then do you know who my brother-in-law's boyfriend is? My curiosity as a niece, my uncle has to tell me. ”

The little brother replied to her calmly: "I don't know, Mr. Song is very clean." ”

"Miss Shen, please walk slowly, come and play when you have time."

Out of the studio, she saw a man across the street.

Chen Chen, he was wearing a gray shirt, matching trousers, a jacket at his elbows, holding coffee in his left hand, and a mobile phone in his right hand on the phone.

With blue square-rimmed glasses on his eyes, he looked like Sven scum, and the men and women passing by nearby couldn't help but glance at him.