Nan Yiyi was reluctant to let him go, so she personally sent him downstairs. After watching Yan Jiang drive away, she reluctantly walked into the building and returned home, looking back every few steps.
Yan Jiang was not familiar with the nearby road conditions and was used to using his mobile phone for navigation. As a result, he searched all over his body but still couldn't find his phone.
Realizing that the phone might have fallen at Nan Yiyi's house, Yan Jiang had to turn back to her house to get it.
Yan Jiang rang the doorbell and waited for a while before Nan Yiyi came to open the door.
Seeing Yan Jiang coming back, Nan Yiyi's face showed a hint of surprise. "Jiang Jiang, why are you back again?"
Yan Jiang said, "I think I left my phone at your house. I'll come look for it."
"Oh, okay."
Yan Jiang searched the sofa but couldn't find it. After thinking for a while, he went to the guest bedroom. He remembered that he had put his phone on the bedside table before going to bed.
Could it have fallen to the ground?
Yan Jiang knelt on the wooden floor and looked under the bed. He actually saw his phone. But at the same time, he also saw a pair of Air Jordan men's shoes.
Yan Jiang reached out and picked up the phone. He stared at the shoes for a while, then stood up and walked out of the room calmly.
Walking out of the room, Yan Jiang put his phone in his pocket.
Nan Yiyi noticed his movements and asked him, "Where did you drop your phone?"
Yan Jiang said: "Put it under the pillow."
"I'm glad I found it."
It was already half past eight in the evening. Nan Yiyi invited Yan Jiang to stay overnight. "Jiang Jiang, why don't you stay at your mother's place tonight?"
"No." Yan Jiang refused quickly and decisively.
Nan Yiyi was stunned by Yan Jiang's ruthless rejection, and disappointment gradually appeared in her eyes.
She lowered her head dejectedly and uttered "oh" listlessly.
Yan Jiang glanced at her and turned away.
Back in the car, Yan Jiang touched the steering wheel with his fingers, and suddenly sent a WeChat message to a colleague in the bureau who was in charge of intelligence.
Yan Jiang: [Brother Jun, can you help me investigate someone? ]
Jun Ge: [Who?]
Yan Jiang: [My mother, Nan Yiyi, currently lives in Fengcheng. I'm mainly investigating her love life and family situation.]
That pair of AJ men's shoes is the favorite shoes of young boys.
Yan Jiang suspected that Nan Yiyi had lied to him. She wasn't living alone at all, and there was someone hiding in her house. Knowing Yan Jiang was coming, she had made special preparations in advance and deliberately created the illusion of living alone.
Why did Nan Yiyi do this?
Yan Jiang won't feel at ease until he has thoroughly investigated the matter.
Jun Ge: [Okay, I'll give you the results tomorrow.]
Yan Jiang: [Thanks. I'll treat you to a meal later.]
Yan Jiang returned to the hotel and sent a text message to Song Fei first. When he learned that Song Fei was not busy, he called Song Fei on video.
Fu Hanshen's lover Shen Zhiyi retired some time ago and is planning to change to a retirement job. She has nothing to do these days, so she studies some strange things at home.
Song Fei lived in Fu Hanshen's house. She was standing in Fu Hanshen's kitchen, studying steamed cakes with her master's wife Shen Zhiyi.
The two kitchen idiots were trying to steam a cake, and Fu Hanshen was terrified watching from the side.
The phone in her pocket rang. Song Fei washed her hands and answered Yan Jiang's video call.
She took her phone back to her room, lay down on the bed, and asked Yan Jiang, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Yan Jiang asked, "How did you figure that out?"
"Feel."
"Yes, I'm in a bad mood."
Song Fei sat up, looked at him seriously, and then asked with concern: "What happened? Did you have a fight with your mother?"
"No, I suspect she is hiding something from me."
"Oh?" Song Fei narrowed her eyes and asked him, "Is it a big deal or a small matter?"
"I can't say for sure."
"Tell me what's on your mind. I'm not a worm in your stomach. I can't guess, and I don't like to guess."
Yan Jiang pondered for a moment before telling Song Fei his thoughts.
"I went to her house today and saw that it was very clean, with only women's belongings in the house. She told me that she was not married and had been living alone all these years. Naturally, I didn't doubt it."
"Well, then?"
Yan Jiang: "I was sleeping in the guest room at noon and lost my phone. It fell under the bed. I didn't realize it until I left her house that night. I went back to the room to look for it, but under the bed, I saw a pair of men's Air Jordan shoes."
Song Fei narrowed her eyes coldly.
"There's a man in her family, and he's a young man at that." Song Fei curled her lips in a cold smile and said, "It's most likely her son."
Yan Jiang's eyebrows twitched. "What did you say?"
"The boys who like AJ shoes are rarely middle-aged or elderly. It's most likely a young boy. Your mother probably wouldn't support a gigolo, so that person is most likely her child."
Seeing Yan Jiang frowning, looking as if he had been deceived and sad, Song Fei couldn't bear it, so she said again: "Wait for me to check."
"good."
Now we live in an Internet society, and a person's social relationships can be easily investigated through the Internet.
Song Fei first hacked into Nan Yiyi's home computer and discovered that the content browsed on her fixed desktop computer was all content that only boys would be interested in. Such as the same-looking internet celebrities after plastic surgery, luxury cars, AJ shoes, Maria Ozawa...
Song Fei looked at the man's photo album again and found many photos in it, and Nan Yiyi also appeared in the photos.
One of the photos is the boy’s elementary school graduation photo. Nan Yiyi is dressed beautifully and the boy is hugging her shoulders. The two look somewhat similar and it is obvious that they are mother and son.
Nan Yiyi has a son who is not young anymore.
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