Song Wushuang felt her legs tremble, and she shouted angrily, "Answer me, what do you know?" ”

Xiaohe stood there in a daze, not moving. Quickly carrying his resume, "I came to Zhou's house to work at the age of twelve, and I served Miss Anxin when I was in Zhou's house, and then followed Miss Anxin here, and then Miss Anxin left, and I was placed in the front hall of the hotel by Mr., but as soon as Mr. saw me, he thought of Miss Anxin, so he arranged me to do chores in the back hall." Until today you appeared, and what happened later, you also know......"

"No, not these." Song Wushuang was a little crazy, she had some difficulty breathing, her brain began to dizzy, and even small silver stars began to appear in front of her eyes, "Tell me, why am I here?" ”

The symptoms of low blood sugar made her unsteady on her feet, and she fell on the bed, gasping for air.

Xiaohe immediately raised three fingers of his right hand and swore, "Manager Song, I really don't understand what you said." But I swear to God, if I lied just now, I won't die a good death. ”

Song Wushuang carried the lotus jade pendant, "Can you tell me, where did this jade pendant come from?" ”

"This is an ordinary lotus jade pendant, which was given to me by Miss Anxin when she was serving her. I don't usually wear it, but today I just saw it and brought it with me. ”

Song Wushuang couldn't understand the mystery of this, so he could only say, "Okay, can you lend me a few days to watch?" ”

"But this is the ...... Miss Anxin gave me" She was stubborn, but she still agreed, reminding, "Manager Song, don't lose it, after all, it was sent by Miss Anxin." ”

"You have a good relationship with her?"

Xiaohe became nervous again, afraid that this former master-servant relationship would make Song Wushuang suspicious of her, afraid that Song Wushuang would misunderstand her impure motives and plot against her.

"After all, I have served Miss Anxin for several years, and she treats me well, so I naturally have feelings for her." Xiaohe hesitated and said, "But Mr. Zhou is kind to me, I have also seen Mr. Zhou's kindness to her over the years, and she did not say goodbye, which made Mr. Zhou suffer for a long time, so I am angry with her." But...... After all......"

"No more talk, I understand. I don't mean to blame you. Song Wushuang interrupted her. You have affection, and now that I have been sent by Mr. Zhou to be my assistant, I am very relieved. ”

She looked at the lotus pendant, "It's just that I've seen this thing, and I'm curious about how it came here, so I wanted to borrow it for research." ”

Xiaohe was relieved, "How could you have seen Miss Anxin's things, I'm afraid you made a mistake." This ordinary lotus pendant is a very common ornament. ”

Xiaohe's words are not unreasonable, but she can be sure that this pendant is the lotus pendant worn by the mysterious old lady, the Chinese section on the top of the pendant, and the golden tassels hanging under the pendant, which are exactly the same.

Xiaohe continued to arrange her clothes, took out a white cheongsam and hung it on the hanger, "Tomorrow is Miss Xiao's memorial service, it is more appropriate for you to wear this." ”

"Tomorrow, so soon?"

Xiaohe nodded, "Since the newspaper reported the news of the death of the little lady, the eldest lady and Mrs. Zhou have come to write one after another, and they will be able to go to Shanghai tomorrow." Moreover, Shanghai has Shanghai's white affairs rules, and there is no burial every Thursday and every nine days, and it will take several days to break ground if you miss tomorrow, so the memorial service of the little lady can not be delayed any longer. ”

That's right, the case has been solved, Zhou Ziyun's body can no longer be frozen in the morgue of the patrol room, and it should be buried early for safety.

found the murderer, Song Wushuang can be regarded as having achieved his first wish to come to the Republic of China, not only to prove his innocence, but also to relieve Zhou Zihe's worries.

"Manager Song, Mr. Zhou should be busy with Miss Xiao's funeral at this time, and he won't come back for dinner, so let's eat first."

"He's usually here for dinner? Didn't you say he only lived here occasionally? ”

"yes, that was before." She muttered quietly, "Now that you're staying here, he'll definitely come back often." Xiaohe was anxious, "The weather is cold, the food is cold quickly, let's go eat quickly." ”

Song Wushuang followed Xiaohe downstairs, the food had already been placed on the living room table, and Mother Liu stood aside, looking at her with a smile.

On the table, there are four dishes and one soup, and the smell is very fragrant.

After Song Wushuang took his seat, he habitually picked up the long hair scattered behind him, and put his hair in a bun on the back of his head before eating.

Unexpectedly, the exclamation of Mother Liu, who was standing behind her, made Song Wushuang smile, "Don't be afraid, the scar on the back of my neck was burned by firecrackers when I was a child." ”

Xiaohe also leaned behind her and watched, she and Liu's mother looked at each other but didn't say anything.

She pulled the collar to cover the scar, "That's why I like to comb my shawl hair, and I only dare to pull it up when I wear clothes with a high collar." Song Wushuang didn't care, eating the food, he felt that it was very palatable, and looked at the two of them still standing, Zhang Luo, "Don't stand, let's eat together." ”

"No, no, we never eat with Miss." Liu's mother was very embarrassed.

Song Wushuang immediately realized that the Miss in Liu's mother was Anxin, and said indifferently, "I'm not Miss Anxin, let's eat together, there are more people to eat." ”

The two of them didn't know why, they were very nervous, and she was still thinking about how to persuade them, so they sat down obediently.

It's just that the atmosphere is very strange.

"What's wrong with you two?" Putting down his job, he asked strangely, "Scared by my scar?" No, this scar isn't huge. As she spoke, she stood up and searched, "Where is the mirror, I'll see if it's getting bigger." ”

Xiaohe hurriedly pressed her back into the chair, "Manager Song, don't worry about it, eat well." We just didn't have an ...... The habit of eating with you. ”

Suddenly, the two of them immediately stood up and said in unison behind her, "Mr. Zhou is back." ”

Song Wushuang turned around and saw that Zhou Zihe was really back.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable, and she also stood up with everyone, as if welcoming the leader's inspection work. "Mr. Zhou, you haven't eaten yet, do you want to eat together?"

He nodded, and walked straight to the seat next to her and sat down. I took my own rice bowl and added food to myself.

The leader sat down, and she could only sit down. For a while, he was actually restrained, and even reflexively thought about the toast in his head. This is all the shadow left by the previous work and leaders when they went out to socialize and dinner.

Liu's mother said, "I still stew tonic soup for Mr. Zhou in the pot, and I'll go and serve it to Mr. Zhou." ”

Xiaohe also agreed, "I haven't cleaned up my room yet, I have to clean it up first, and I'll eat later." ”

For a while, there were only two of them left at the table.

Zhou Zihe picked up vegetables for her, and brought her favorite vegetables to her, this feeling is very strange, happiness with embarrassment, embarrassment with warmth.

Song Wushuang lives here, and suddenly has a mentality that the new little daughter-in-law is preparing meals at home and waiting for her husband to come home from work.

She suddenly understood that although Zhou Zihe did not express his position, he tried his best to accept her feelings in action.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but snicker, and unconsciously, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Tomorrow is Zhou Ziyun's memorial service, do you want to come to attend?"

She immediately put away her smile and said seriously, "Of course, she is your own sister, and I should go whether it is public or private." By the way, is there anything I can help with? ”

He shook his head and took a sip of the tonic soup brought by Liu's mother, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine rushed into her nostrils. She finally knew how the art of making medicinal soup was passed down when she was injured.

After drinking the tonic soup in one go, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief on the table, "I'll be at the hotel early tomorrow, and the memorial service will be held in the back garden of the hotel." ”

Song Wushuang was stunned, "I'll help set up the venue tonight." ”

"No need, you're tired these days, rest early, and help me maintain the scene tomorrow."

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then threw it on the table and said, "I still have to go back to the hotel to work, you can rest early after eating." ”

Without waiting for her to answer, he got up and strode out the door, and when he got to the door, he retreated, "The clothes and daily necessities I asked them to send just now are still to your liking?" ”

Song Wushuang smiled and nodded, he also smiled, and only said, "Don't wait for me to come back." ”

Looking at his departing back, Song Wushuang felt, isn't this considered a relationship?

In modern parlance, they are all living together!

The thought of this made her blush.

*

After Song Wushuang finished eating, he took a walk in the garden, secretly thinking that this place can only be called a small mansion, the front yard is really not big, and it is only sixty square meters under the eyes, except for planting some flowers and plants, planting a fruit tree is too much space.

Xiaohe saw her boredom and proposed, "The backyard is much more interesting than this." ”

Sure enough, when she came to the backyard, Liu's mother chased the hen that escaped from the cage in the yard with a kitchen knife, and the scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping was a bit funny.

There are not only chickens in this backyard, but also a cage of ducklings and a few geese.

Suddenly, Mother Liu grabbed the hen's wings, and the hen could no longer flutter.

She slashed the neck of the chicken with her knife with a sharp knife, and blood spurted out, splashing a patch of flowers and plants. Subsequently, Liu's mother took a small basin and bled in the basin.

Song Wushuang couldn't see this scene, his face was a little ugly, but Xiaohe didn't care, "Don't blame Mother Liu for being ruthless, this livestock and poultry is to be killed alive, otherwise when it dies and the blood coagulates in its body, the blood will not be released, and the meat will not be eaten." ”

Song Wushuang suddenly felt that she had been struck by lightning, and the picture of Zhou Ziyun's death appeared in her mind again.

A lot of details are disrupted and reorganized.

She said to herself, "So, if a person is stabbed alive, blood will spurt out." If you die and are stabbed again, the blood will not have coagulated and will not spurt. ”

Xiaohe didn't know why, just nodded, "The truth is indeed the truth." ”

She patted her head hard, "It's common sense, how could she be negligent about this." ”

She turned around and ran out, not forgetting to turn around and tell her, "Xiao Ai, I will go back to the hotel immediately and have something important to do, you can call the patrol room now and ask Mr. Ouyang to go to room 405 of the hotel." ”