"As expected of someone who writes suspense and mystery novels." This brain is indeed incomparable to a beautiful girl like her.
Su Beibei threw a bunch of small photos in front of Song Ci. Song Ci picked up the photos and took a look, and found that the protagonists in them were all Mu Mian.
The photos record all of Mu Mian's whereabouts in the past two months.
Su Beibei told Song Ci, "I hired a private detective to help me monitor Mu Mian 24 hours a day. I've checked every place Mu Mian has been in the past two months, but there's nothing wrong."
Considering that Song Ci had lived with Mu Mian for several years, perhaps she better understood the deeper meaning behind Mu Mian's every move. Su Beibei asked her to look at the photos and analyze them.
After spending some time looking through all the photos, Song Ci revealed a lack of interest. "Everything is normal, nothing suspicious."
Not giving up, Song Ci looked through the photos again and suddenly asked, "Did Mu Mian go to pay homage to his father alone this year?"
Su Beibei nodded. "Well, his wife was pregnant at the time and didn't go with him. I found out that Mu Mian and his father didn't have a good relationship. How much do you know about their relationship?"
Song Ci shook her head and said, "It's more than just bad..." Mu Qiu's grandfather was most likely killed by Mu Mian.
In her previous life, Su Beibei had brought evidence to report Mu Mian, which included some suspicious circumstances surrounding Mu Mian's father's death. However, due to insufficient evidence, Mu Mian was not convicted of patricide.
Of course, Song Ci couldn't tell Su Beibei about this directly, as it would arouse suspicion.
Song Ci briefly described the relationship between Mu Mian and his father. "Mu Mian's father has a violent streak. When he gets bullied at work, he takes it out on his wife when he gets home."
"Mu Mian grew up under the shadow of his father's violence, so he hated him very much. He was most afraid of becoming like his father. So, after we got married, Mu Mian took great care of my mother and rarely got angry with her."
Su Beibei curled her lips and said, "The more you fear something, the more you care about it."
"Yes. Mu Mian was determined to break free from his father's influence, so after his father died, he rarely went to pay his respects." Song Ci continued, "I lived in the Mu family for seven or eight years, and Mu Mian didn't go to pay his respects to his father every year. He would only go if Du Tingting strongly urged him to."
Song Ci picked out a few photos of Mu Mian going to the resting hall and placed them in front of herself. She stared at the photos for a while and always felt that something was wrong.
Su Beibei revealed the secret in one sentence: "Since he hated his father so much, why did he bring his father's urn back to Wangdong after his father died?" He should have just let it go.
Song Ci was stunned.
She hadn't thought about this question in detail.
Su Beibei analyzed further, "First, Mu Mian doesn't respect his father, so there's no need for him to bring his father's ashes back to Wangdong City for worship. Second, if he really wants to bring his biological mother's urn, he should bring her."
Mu Mian, why did he leave his beloved mother alone in his hometown, but place the ashes of his disgusted and hated father in the city where he lived?
Song Ci couldn't come up with a reason. "Beibei, you've written and read a lot of mystery novels. You're definitely smarter than me. You'll definitely be able to find the answer to this."
Su Beibei sneered, glanced at Song Ci's good figure under her sweater with a picky and arrogant look, and said: "Big breasts and no brains."
Song Ci wasn't angry at all, and was still leisurely drinking her coffee. "Well, you have small breasts but a high IQ, it's all decided by your intelligence, so this brain-intensive task is left to you." Song Ci admitted that it was right to say that big breasts mean no brains.
Su Beibei was so angry that she drove them away, "Go, go, go!"
Song Ci was angrily driven away by Su Beibei.
Han Zhan didn't go out today and was working at the company. Song Ci planned to go over and have lunch with him at noon. Since Song Fei's death, Song Ci couldn't concentrate on anything. Liang Bo wrote a new song, but Song Ci hadn't had the energy to help him compose it.
Knowing that Song Ci had been busy lately, Liang Bo didn't rush her.
At the last wedding, Liang Bo saw Han Zhan's godmothers at the wedding. Being clever, he figured out something: it's very likely that Mr. Han is the real boss of Zeus Aviation and Yuhua, and his partner, the goddess Song Ci, is the boss's wife!
The boss lady was not in the mood to work. As an employee, Liang Bo didn't dare to urge her, couldn't urge her, and was reluctant to urge her.
Song Ci called Liang Bo and told him that he was not suitable for work in the near future and asked him to find another expert to compose music.
Liang Bo listened and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you."
Song Ci was both relieved and depressed. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood recently and not in the right state."
Knowing that Song Ci had just lost her sister, Liang Bo didn't blame her. "Cheer up, you have to move forward."
Song Ci saw Han Zhan standing at the door of the company. "Well. Let's not talk for now. I have something to do."
"Okay, bye."
After getting out of the car, Song Ci walked to Han Zhan's side, took Han Zhan's arm, and looked up at him. "Brother Han, why did you get off?"
Han Zhan said, "I have to work overtime tonight, so I guess it will be very late. I probably won't be home tonight. I'll go out to eat with you at noon."
"Not going home?" Song Ci knew Han Zhan was busy, but she didn't know he was this busy. "Do you want me to accompany you at the company?"
"No, go home and have a good rest. I'm too busy to take care of you, and you'll be bored alone."
"Oh well."
At noon, the two of them had a Thai meal outside. After the meal, Han Zhan asked Asong to take Song Ci home. After sending Song Ci away, Han Zhan did not go home, but went to the underground garage.
Next to his Volvo stood a short, middle-aged man in a leather jacket. He had a dark complexion, but his eyes were bright and dark, giving off a feeling of someone who was not to be trifled with.
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