After Song Qianxing left the dealer, he went straight back to where he lived.

She had lived in Ye Jinfan's house before. After Ye Jinfan had an accident, she moved out of it and rented a small room in the group rental house.

The community is located on the edge of the city and is a new community that was built a few years ago. However, because the address is not very good, the rent is very cheap and there are no prosperous business districts around. The only thing that can be considered lively is the circle outside the community.

Shop.

When passing a laundry shop next to the community, Song Qianxing raised his foot and walked in.

"Take the clothes." After entering the door, she took out a receipt from her pocket and handed it to the clerk.

The clerk stared at her for a while, then took the receipt from her hand and looked at it, wondering, "Didn't you just delivered it last night? Didn't you tell you that it would take three or four days to get it?"

"I'm in a hurry." Song Qianxing said, "Or you just wash me now and I'll add money."

After hearing this, the clerk said, "Then wait, I'll go and take a look."

Song Qianxing sat down in the chair next to him, waiting for two hours.

Two hours later, the clerk took out a black coat and said to her: "Ms. Song, the clothes are washed, do you want to check it?"

"No," Song Qianxing said, "Prepare me."

The clerk quickly took out a paper bag, helped her to pack her clothes and handed it to her.

Song Qianxing walked out of the laundry with a bag. As soon as he walked into the community gate, his cell phone suddenly rang.

She didn't bother to pay attention and let her phone ring all the way.

After entering the room, returning to her room, and putting down the bag in her hand, her cell phone was still ringing.

Then Song Qianxing slowly took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone, "What are you doing?"

Mu Qian's voice came from the phone, "Get out for dinner."

"No time," said Song Qianxing.

"Don't reject me." Mu Qian said with a smile, "You know there is no benefit in rejecting me."

"Oh." Song Qianxing said. "I just refused, come and hit me!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone and fell to the bed.

After lying quietly for about ten minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes again, touched her cell phone again, and dialed out.

"Address." She said to the person on the other end of the phone.

Mu Qian chuckled and reported the name of the restaurant.

So Song Qianxing, who had just returned home, went out again and went around for nearly two hours before he came to the restaurant that Mu Qian mentioned.

When the waiter led her into the door, Mu Qian was ordering dishes. He looked up and saw her and hurriedly said, "Come on, let's see what you want to eat."

"You're welcome." Song Qianxing pulled away the chair and sat down lazily, "Just say anything directly."

Mu Qianhui withdrew the waiter, picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea, and smiled and said, "How can you be rude with the wine?"

"Hotoujiu?" Song Qianxing glanced at her and said, "Have you offended me?"

"Of course I can't offend anyone." Mu Qian said, "But, Rong Heng said he accidentally said the wrong thing. I'm apologizing for him. But, I guess you shouldn't be angry with him, right?

”

"What's so angry about?" Song Qianxing said, "He just told a fact, a fact that everyone knows. It's worth your hard work to treat me to a meal?"

Mu Qian shrugged, "It's good that you're not angry. You have to eat rice, you can eat any name."

After saying that, Mu Qian handed the menu to her again.

Song Qianxing stared at the menu for a while before looking at Mu Qian again, "If I were not Song Qingyuan's daughter, would you still treat me to a meal?"

After hearing this, Mu Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Is this very important?"

"If you are for Song Qingyuan's sake, there is no need." Song Qianxing said, "Just like your husband, like Officer Rong."

Mu Qian smiled and said, "To a certain extent, my husband and I are independent of each other. Just like, even if you are Song Qingyuan's daughter, you and him can become two independent individuals. Song Qingyuan personally

Yan doesn’t have much influence, but personally, I like to make friends, three mountains and five mountains, three religions and other things, and I don’t care.”

Song Qianxing looked at her for a moment, and finally reached out to grab the menu.

After the order was served, Mu Qiancai said again: "Are you interested in talking about yesterday?"

"What happened to you yesterday?" Song Qianxing asked without raising his head.

"Investigate the instinct of a reporter." Mu Qian said, "I want to find the root of everything."

Song Qianxing said: "Then did you use the wrong instinct? Yesterday's incident was so clear and clear, what else is worth pursuing?"

"Because I think there seems to be something in it that is not as clear as it seems."

“What about?”

"For example, you are not a violent person." Mu Qian said, "It shouldn't be that you are so cruel that you use a bottle to blow his head with a wine bottle, right?"

Song Qianxing shrugged and said, "That's because you have a misunderstanding of me."

Mu Qian said: "So, in order to dispel doubts and misunderstandings, before coming here, I went to the bar where the incident happened-"

Upon hearing this, Song Qianxing finally slowly raised his head, looking expressionless, but his eyes were staring at her, and there was something hidden.

Mu Qian suddenly smiled at her and said, "It just so happened that the waiter who received me today was there at that time yesterday."

Song Qianxing slowly put down his chopsticks and said carelessly: "What's the matter?"

"According to him, Shen Haoxuan's people started talking big as soon as they sat down. At that time, there were not many guests in the bar, so he basically heard what those people said." Mu Qian said, "He told

I, Shen Haoxuan, said that his ex-wife is like a piece of wood and has no interest. If his brother hadn't valued the dealer's business and had to reunite with him, he wouldn't have spent more effort on her."

"So, he deserves to fight," said Song Qianxing.

Mu Qian nodded and continued, "But when he talked about this, everything was still peaceful, until he talked about his ex-wife, it seemed like he was interested in a little white face. He said, 'That little white face, my brother can kill him with a finger.

He, it was his good luck to not hit him last time, and next time, my brother can send him to see the King of Hell's name directly."

Song Qianxing slowly closed his eyes, feeling his temples pounding.

"I didn't hear him say this." she said.

Mu Qian nodded again and said, "Yes, I guess so... Could it be that, would you deliberately conceal the truth you heard in order not to reveal your thoughts? This involves Brother Xiaobei's personal safety.
Chapter completed!