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Some time ago, He Tong from Spades finally contacted Song Qinrong and told her all the information traced by Fu Sichen and the Shen family.
The closest relatives and friends around you may be thinking of killing yourself.
No matter how strong Song Qinrong¡¯s psychological quality is, it¡¯s hard to say that she doesn¡¯t mind or feel uncomfortable.
"I know your worries, but Sister Yaoyao I had doubts about my grandma because of her poisoning, and Fang Yueling almost led me astray."
Song Qinrong sighed softly as she spoke.
Proper vigilance is of course indispensable, but since that person can hide behind his back, even if they join forces, they will not be able to find out anything.
¡°It¡¯s hard to tell whether what you saw is a real suspicion or a smoke bomb deliberately released by the other party to disrupt the line of sight.
"In short, don't be too desperate to doubt anyone. It's easy to lower your vigilance towards another person because of this."
The traffic light was red at the moment when he finished speaking. Fu Sichen stepped on the brakes lightly, turned to look at Song Qinrong who looked serious, and gently rubbed the top of her hair: "Okay."
¡°That¡¯s what I said, but the screen that just sent the message to Chen Yan was still on, with four simple words on it: Check Song Muyao.
No matter who it is, there is always a reason for wanting Song Qinrong¡¯s life.
Whether Song Muyao or Mu Qing, they got along well with Song Qinrong.
But the private tracking of Song Qinrong only came to light not long ago.
This is worth exploring.
What was the reason that made her delay taking action until now?
What is the opportunity to take action?
Fu Sichen thought hard for a long time and already had a rough guess in his mind.
Thinking of this, the man tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and the smile on his face became colder.
Just as absent-minded as him was Xiaobao.
The three-year-old little meat bag was buckled in the safety seat, holding his belly and thinking about the scene that just happened in the art exhibition.
At this point, the family of three went out happily and returned home with worries.
On the way, Lin Yu called Xiaobao and told him that the medicine had not been developed yet and he would not be able to come back tonight.
This gave Fu Sichen an opportunity to stay overnight and take care of the mother and son in an upright manner.
The most unhappy person is of course Xiaobao.
Without the threat of Song Muyao, the ruthless Xiaobao was completely unwilling to let Fu Sichen touch him again and only clung to his mother.
After dinner, I hugged my mother¡¯s thigh and said coquettishly: ¡°Mom, will it be okay for me to sleep with you tonight?¡±
Xiaobao looked at Song Qinrong with a pair of big eyes that were irresistible.
Song Qinrong nodded, and just as he was about to say the word "ok", the man's deep and clear voice sounded first: "No. You have a bad sleeping posture, and you move around in your sleep. What should I do if I kick the girl's wound?"
Xiaobao¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°How could I move around in my sleep?¡±
"It seems that I need to make a video of you sleeping and put it in front of you before you admit it?" Fu Sichen sneered back.
Xiaobao choked for a moment, and then he rubbed his neck without giving up: "Then I can sleep on the floor! Anyway, I just want to sleep with my mother!"
Fu Sichen narrowed his eyes: "Sleep on the floor? Are you planning to let the girl worry if you catch a cold the next day?"
¡°It¡¯s summer now, it¡¯s so hot, how can you catch a cold sleeping on the floor!¡± Xiaobao was unconvinced.
Fu Sichen was calm and said only one sentence: "So, you were not the one who had diarrhea at noon today?"
Xiaobao was choked to the point of being speechless.
He ate popsicles like crazy on a hot day, but he still clearly remembered the pain of having diarrhea at noon.
Although I feel better after taking antidiarrheal medicine, I have not fully recovered yet.
??Sleep on the floor at night, in case you catch a cold while kicking the quilt
Thinking of this, Xiaobao's face changed several times, and finally bit his lip reluctantly: "Then forget it."
Then he looked up again: "But what if I don't accompany mom and you sneak into mom's room in the middle of the night? No! You can sleep with me tonight!"
"No." Fu Sichen refused simply.
Xiaobao was so angry that he almost suffocated: "You, you, you, you actually rejected me? I don't even mind sleeping with you anymore!"
"But I dislike it." Fu Sichen looked at Xiaobao from top to bottom, as if he was looking at an unsatisfactory product, "You stink too much."
?Xiaobao pointed at himself in disbelief: "You actually said that I stink?"
This dog man¡¯s nose is broken!
He obviously has a strong milky scent, okay!
Song Qinrong was so troubled by the quarrel between father and son that she had no choice but to stop.
¡°Let¡¯s do this, open a surveillance video at the door of mother¡¯s room so that the baby can keep an eye on it at any time. In this way, our baby doesn¡¯t have to worry, okay?¡±
Hearing this, Xiaobao reluctantly nodded in agreement.
The living room finally regained a moment of tranquility. Song Qinrong hurriedly suggested playing a Sudoku game, which instantly attracted Xiaobao's attention.
Mother and son were nestled on the sofa, filling each box with gusto.
No one noticed that Fu Sichen, who had been watching them, quietly got up and left the living room at some point.
It wasn¡¯t until he came outside the balcony on the second floor that he picked up the phone: ¡°Tell me.¡±
Chen Yan¡¯s voice came from the other end of the phone: ¡°Four Young Masters, we have found out the results of the photo of the woman you sent.
She is the current art teacher at Jinghua Academy. She attended Anyun Middle School in country T in high school and joined the school's art club.
Ms. Song also went to Anyun Middle School for half a year as an exchange student. "
"You mean, they are old classmates?" Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows.
Chen Yan responded "Yes" and continued: "The incident happened in country T. At that time, Miss Song had not yet joined the entertainment industry. Afterwards, this past incident seemed to have been covered up by Young Master Song.
Therefore, not many people in the entire entertainment industry know that Miss Song¡¯s first boyfriend was actually whom she met at Anyun Middle School. "
"First boyfriend?"
For some reason, Fu Sichen instantly remembered the woman he met in the exhibition hall this afternoon, and carefully and happily said to Song Muyao, "If he knows, he will be very happy."
Chen Yan nodded: "My first boyfriend, but he committed suicide a few years ago."
"he died?"
Fu Sichen narrowed his eyes.
He really didn¡¯t expect that Song Muyao, who was always enthusiastic and cheerful and took pleasure in teasing men, would be burdened with such a heavy past.
¡° Moreover, it is not difficult to tell from the woman¡¯s words that Song Muyao and that man must have had a very good relationship back then.
It was only after that man died that everyone worried that Song Muyao would not be able to get over the shadow of losing her lover.
"Check to see if the girl has anything to do with this matter." Fu Sichen immediately ordered.
"Fourth Young Master" Chen Yan said hesitantly, "When that man died, Miss Song was only in junior high school and had been studying medicine with Mr. Yang.
¡°Don¡¯t say it was this man¡¯s death, even in other places, the two of them had nothing to do with each other. "
No matter how you look at it, you feel that the whole thing has nothing to do with Song Qinrong.
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