"Oh~" Song Zhiyuan smiled brightly, walked straight into the ward, and put down the things he was carrying, "The weather is too hot, Qi Chuan asked me to send some mung bean soup over to Miss Xu." ”

"Song Zhiyuan, don't be complacent." Xu Nianhe almost gritted his teeth.

"What is Miss Xu referring to?" Song Zhiyuan asked with an ignorant expression.

"Kite, you and Qichuan have joined forces to pit Miss Xu, this is your mistake." Zhou Jingyu added fuel to the fire.

"Really?" Song Zhiyuan looked at Zhou Jingyu with a smile, "Big brother told me a few days ago that I should divorce Zhou Qichuan and be your lover, now I don't know if it counts?" ”

"Song Zhiyuan!" Zhou Jingyu's face immediately turned cold.

"If it counts, I must seriously consider it, after all, if I were Zhou Qichuan, I would prefer to choose Miss Xu, wouldn't I?"

Looking at Zhou Jingyu, before he went crazy, Song Zhiyuan smiled again, "Big brother and Miss Xu will talk slowly, I won't bother." ”

As the words fell, she walked straight away.

She went to Xia Xingluo's place, entered the house with a familiar password, and then walked to Xia Xingluo's bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed, and according to previous habits, Xia Xingluo must still be sleeping at this time.

"Star—" Star.

Unexpectedly, when she pushed open the door and looked inside, she saw two entangled figures.

Depend on!

In the next second, Song Zhiyuan flashed out and pulled the door shut with a "bang~".

She didn't know that Xia Xingluo and Peng Liang, the new bartender of Du Chunfeng, met each other.

Leaning against the door and taking a deep breath, Song Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone to order.

Ten minutes after she finished ordering, the two of them came out with their clothes on.

"Sister Kite." Seeing Song Zhiyuan, Peng Liang called her, with a little embarrassment on her green face.

Looking at Xia Xingluo, his face was full of glory and refreshed!

Tsk, a woman who is fed is just different.

Peng Liang is just twenty-two years old, two years younger than her and Xia Xingluo, tall and straight, and his temperament is the kind of white and clean, cold and cold little milk dog type, how to look at it harmless to humans and animals.

Song Zhiyuan smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I didn't bother you just now, right?" ”

Peng Liang pulled the corners of his lower lip in embarrassment, "Sister Iris, I have something to do, so I'll go first." ”

"Don't, I'll order outside, eat and then go." Song Zhiyuan smiled.

"No, you and Sister Xingxing eat." After Peng Liang finished speaking, he ran away as if he was running.

Song Zhiyuan looked at it, couldn't help laughing, and poked Xia Xingluo, who was holding a cup and drinking water, and said, "Hey, are you squeezing people too hard?" ”

Xia Xingluo drank a large glass of water and sighed with satisfaction, "He took the initiative." ”

Song Zhiyuan, "??? ”

Xia Xingluo fell on the sofa with a little weak legs, "A new drama invested by my brother lacks a male number four, I think Peng Liang is quite suitable, so I recommended him to go." ”

And then he made a personal promise. Song Zhiyuan nodded abruptly.

Xia Xingluo propped his head and reminisced, "I didn't expect him to be quite energetic, and his physical strength is good." However, compared to your Xiao Zhou, it is estimated that it is far worse. ”

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

Fortunately, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Song Zhiyuan went to open the door, and the takeaway she ordered arrived.

The two of them sat down at the dining table, and without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to ask, Xia Xingluo took the initiative to talk about the fact that she asked people to investigate the motorcycle murder case.

One of the murderers took the house in Anduishan as a mortgage half a year ago and took out a loan of 2 million yuan to speculate in stocks, but he lost so much that he couldn't even pay the interest on the loan.

But on the day of his murder, his loan was suddenly repaid.

I heard that it was cash.

Xia Xingluo wants to continue to investigate, but he can't find anything.

"You mean, someone deliberately erased all the clues." Song Zhiyuan frowned.

"Hmm." Xia Xingluo nodded, "Nine times out of ten." ”

"Then you don't have to let people check it anymore, it's enough to know this." Song Zhiyuan said.

Xia Xingluo also frowned, thought for a while and asked, "Aren't you worried that Xu Nianhe will attack you again?" ”

"It's useless to worry, I'll act when the opportunity arises."

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

Song Zhiyuan's words fell, and the mobile phone vibrated in front of him.

She glanced at it, it was Zhou Qichuan calling.

"Where?" The phone was connected, and the man's low voice came first.

Song Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and didn't speak.

"You go back early and get ready, and at seven o'clock in the evening, accompany me to the charity dinner."