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

Xiao He stood there in a daze, motionless. He quickly recited his resume and said, "I came to work in the Zhou family when I was twelve years old. I served Miss An Xin when I was in Zhou's house. Later, I came here with my husband and Miss An Xin.

After the lady left, I was placed in the front hall of the hotel by my husband. But as soon as he saw me, he thought of Miss An Xin, so he arranged for me to work in the back hall. Until you showed up today, you also know what happened next.

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"No, it's not these." Song Wushuang was a little crazy. She had difficulty breathing, her head began to feel dizzy, and small silver stars began to appear in front of her eyes. "Tell me, why am I here?"

The symptoms of hypoglycemia made her unsteady, and she fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Xiao He immediately raised his right hand and swore with three fingers, "Manager Song, I really don't understand what you said. But I swear to God, if I had lied just now, I would have died."

Song Wushuang held up the lotus jade pendant, "Can you tell me where this jade pendant came from?"

"This is an ordinary lotus jade pendant. It was given to me by Miss An Xin when I was serving it. I usually don't wear it, but I just saw it today and put it on."

Song Wushuang couldn't figure out the mystery, so he could only say, "Okay, can you let me watch it for a few days?"

"But this was given to me by Miss An An..." She was stubborn, but still agreed, reminding, "Manager Song, don't lose it. After all, it was given to me by Miss An An."

"You have a good relationship with her?"

Xiao He became nervous again, fearing that this former master-servant relationship would make Song Wushuang suspicious of her, and that Song Wushuang would misunderstand that her motives were impure and she had evil intentions.

"After all, I have served Miss An An for several years. She treats me well, so I naturally have feelings for her." Xiao He added hesitantly, "But Mr. Zhou is kind to me, and I have also seen Mr. Zhou treat her well over the years.

She left without saying goodbye, which made Mr. Zhou suffer for a long time, so I am angry with her. But...after all..."

"No need to say any more, I understand. I don't mean to blame you." Song Wushuang interrupted her. "You are affectionate. Now that you are sent by Mr. Zhou to be my assistant, I am relieved."

She looked at the lotus pendant, "I've seen this thing before, and I'm curious as to why it appeared here, so I wanted to borrow it for study."

Xiao He was relieved, "How could you have seen Miss An Xin's things? I'm afraid you made a mistake. This kind of ordinary lotus pendant is a very common decoration."

What Xiao He said made sense, but she was certain that this pendant was the lotus pendant worn by the mysterious old lady. The Chinese festival pattern on the top of the pendant and the golden tassels hanging below the pendant were exactly the same.

Xiaohe continued to sort out her clothes, took out a white cheongsam and hung it on the hanger, "Tomorrow is the memorial service for the young lady. This is more suitable for you to wear."

"Tomorrow, so soon?"

Xiaohe nodded, "Since the newspaper reported the news of the little lady's death, the eldest lady and Mrs. Zhou have sent letters one after another. They will arrive in Shanghai tomorrow. And Shanghai has Shanghai's rules for everything.

If Jiu is not buried, if he misses it tomorrow, he will have to wait several days before the groundbreaking, so the memorial service for the young lady cannot 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. It should be laid to rest as early as possible.

After finding the murderer, Song Wushuang has fulfilled his first wish when he came to the Republic of China. Not only did he prove his innocence, but he also relieved Zhou Zihe's worries.

"Manager Song, Mr. Zhou should be busy with the funeral of the young lady at this time and will not come back for dinner. Why don't we eat first?"

"He usually eats dinner here? Didn't you say he only lives here occasionally?"

"Yes, that was before." She murmured in a low voice, "Now that you live here, he will definitely come back to stay often." Xiaohe became anxious, "The weather is getting cold, and the food is getting cold quickly. Let's hurry up."

Let's go eat."

Song Wushuang followed Xiao He downstairs. The food had already been placed on the dining table in the living room. Mother Liu stood aside and looked at her with a smile.

On the table, there are four dishes and one soup, which smell delicious.

After Song Wushuang sat down, he habitually lifted up his long hair that was scattered behind him and tied it in a bun on the back of his head before eating.

Unexpectedly, the exclamation of Liu's mother standing behind her made Song Wushuang laugh, "Don't be afraid, the scar on the back of my neck was burned by a firecracker when I was a child."

Xiao He also leaned behind her and looked at her. She and Liu Ma looked at each other but said nothing.

She pulled her collar to cover the scar, "That's why I like to wear my hair in a shawl. I only dare to tie my hair when I wear clothes with a high collar." Song Wushuang didn't care. As he ate the food, he felt that it was very satisfying.

Seeing that the two of them were still standing and arrogant, they said, "Stop standing, let's eat together."

"No, no, we never have dinner with the lady." Mother Liu was very embarrassed.

Song Wushuang immediately realized that the lady Liu's mother was referring to was An Xin, and said nonchalantly, "I'm not Miss An An, let's eat together. When there are more people, the food will be more delicious."

They both didn't know what was going on and were very nervous. She was still thinking about how to persuade them, but they actually sat down obediently.

However, the atmosphere is very strange.

"What's wrong with you two?" she asked strangely, putting down her job, "Are you scared by my scar? That's not true, the scar is not very big." After saying that, she stood up and looked for, "Where is the mirror?

Let me see if it gets bigger."

Xiao He hurriedly pushed her back onto the chair, "Manager Song, don't worry too much and just have a good meal. We just don't have the habit of eating with An... together with you."

Suddenly, the two of them 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 stood up with everyone, as if welcoming the leader to inspect the work. "Mr. Zhou, you haven't eaten yet, do you want to eat together?"

He nodded, walked directly to the seat next to her and sat down. He took his rice bowl and added some food to himself.

When the leader sat down, she had no choice but to sit down with him. She was actually cautious for a moment, and even thought about the words of toast in her mind reflexively. This was all the shadow left by the past when she went out to dinner with her boss at work.

Liu's mother said, "I have a tonic soup stewed in the pot for Mr. Zhou. I will go and serve it to Mr. Zhou."

Xiao He also echoed, "I haven't tidied my room yet. I have to tidy it up first. I'll eat later."

For a moment, he was the only two people left at the table.

Zhou Zihe picked up vegetables for her and brought her favorite vegetables in front of her. This feeling was very strange, with happiness mixed with embarrassment and embarrassment with warmth.

Song Wushuang lived here, and suddenly she had the mentality of a new daughter-in-law, preparing meals at home and waiting for her husband to come home from get off work.

She suddenly understood that although Zhou Zihe did not express his position with his mouth, he tried hard to accept her feelings with his actions.

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

"Tomorrow is Zhou Ziyun's memorial service. Do you want to attend?"

She immediately put away her smile and said seriously, "Of course, she is your biological sister. I should go there regardless of business or private matters. By the way, is there anything you need my help with?"

He shook his head and took a sip of the tonic soup brought by Liu's mother. The strong smell of Chinese medicine spread into her nasal cavity. She finally knew how the craft of making medicinal soup from this tonic soup was passed down when she was injured.

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After drinking the tonic soup in one gulp, he wiped his mouth with the handkerchief on the table and said, "Go to the hotel early tomorrow. The memorial service will be held in the back garden of the hotel."

Song Wushuang was stunned, "I'd better help decorate the venue tonight."

"No, you've been very tired these past few days. Go to bed early and help me maintain the scene tomorrow."

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

Without waiting for her answer, he stood up and strode out the door. When he reached the door, he stepped back and asked, "Are the clothes and daily necessities I asked them to deliver to you just now to your liking?"

Song Wushuang smiled and nodded. He also smiled and just said, "You don't have to wait for me to come back."

Watching his leaving figure, Song Wushuang felt, were they still in love?

In modern terms, they are all living together!

When she thought of this, she blushed.

*

After dinner, Song Wushuang took a walk in the garden, thinking to himself that this place can only be called a small mansion. The front yard is really not big, only sixty square meters. Apart from planting some flowers and plants, it would be too big to plant a fruit tree.

Take up space.

Xiao He noticed her boredom and suggested, "The backyard is much more interesting than this."

Sure enough, when we came to the backyard, Ma Liu chased the hen that escaped from the cage in the yard with a kitchen knife. The scene was a bit funny.

There are not only chickens in the backyard, but also a cage of ducks and several geese.

Suddenly, Ma Liu grabbed the hen's wings and the hen could no longer flap.

She quickly cut the chicken's neck with a knife, and the blood spurted out and splashed on a patch of flowers and plants. Then, Liu's mother took a small basin and started bleeding in the basin.

Song Wushuang couldn't bear to see this scene, and his face looked a little ugly, but Xiao He didn't take it seriously, "Don't blame Mother Liu for being cruel, this animal must be killed alive, otherwise when it dies and the blood coagulates in its body, then

The blood will not come out, and the meat will not be eaten."

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

Many details were disrupted and reorganized.

She said to herself, "So, if a person is stabbed while alive, the blood will spurt out. If a person is stabbed after death, the blood will not have solidified and will not spurt out."

Xiaohe didn't know why, so he just nodded, "This is indeed the truth."

She slapped her head hard and said, "This is common sense. Why did she ignore this?"

She turned around and ran out, not forgetting to turn around and tell her, "Xiao Ai, I will go back to the hotel right away and have something important to do. You should call the patrol room now and ask Mr. Ouyang to go to hotel room 405."


Chapter completed!