Ye Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard Song Hongyan's rhetorical question.
He wanted to say something, but found that he didn't know how.
Sissi raised her head and asked with a hint of disappointment: "Mom and Dad, do you have anything to go out again?"
Apparently she had seen too many scenes of Song Hongyan appearing and leaving in a hurry.
"It's okay, mom won't go out."
Song Hongyan smiled at her daughter, then looked at Mark and spoke softly:
"Let's not talk about these things for now. Let's eat. If the sky falls, we will finish eating before we talk."
She calmed down her emotions, smiled calmly, and served Mark a bowl of soup to lighten the atmosphere.
Ye Fan took the Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup, and then wiped the corners of Sissy's mouth with a tissue:
"Yes, we're not going anywhere, we're just going to eat together!"
"Sissi, eat slowly. Mom has cooked so much food, so you have to work hard to finish it."
He gave the little girl another chicken wing, then picked up the chicken soup and drank it.
Just thinking about the death of Nangong's mother and son, Mark Fan was somewhat absent-minded.
The meal lasted for an hour before it was over. Sissi was very satisfied and happy. It was the first time she had her parents accompany her to eat.
Then she and Ye Fan quarreled for another half an hour, discussing what they would like to do at Disneyland tomorrow, and then reluctantly went to take a nap.
After Sissi left, Song Hongyan asked people to clear away the dishes, and then brought coffee utensils to grind the coffee beans.
There is a beginning and an end. The unfinished coffee in the morning cannot be abandoned halfway.
Ye Fan walked around the deck, and then sat opposite Song Hongyan, spreading his arms on the edge of the sofa, feeling the sea breeze.
It's just that although the scenery is beautiful, Ye Fan is thoughtful.
"You are restless. Do you still think in your heart that I killed Mrs. Nangong and her son?"
Song Hongyan knew Ye Fan well enough and started the topic with Ye Fan generously:
"Actually, if you have doubts in your mind, you can ask me directly."
"It's ten times better to talk out the thorn in your heart and get rid of it than to hide it and slowly let it pus."
"Do you think that speaking out about your suspicions will make me feel that you don't trust me and make me feel uncomfortable?"
"From your perspective, maybe you took care of my feelings."
"But from my perspective, this will distance us and make you more and more suspicious."
"Compared with my temporary disappointment, I hope there is no grudge between us."
"Only if you and I are honest and don't allow any suspicion to exist, can you and I go further."
"So if you have any thoughts about Nangong's mother and son falling into the sea in a car accident, you can tell me directly."
While speaking, she put down what she was holding and slowly walked behind Mark.
The woman reached out and hugged him, and put her head on his shoulder.
Hearing Song Hongyan be so open and honest, and feeling the woman's sincerity, Ye Fan felt much relieved.
But he also felt somewhat guilty.
"Yes, I did think it was you!"
"If Nangong Jun yells at you like that, even if you don't knock out his teeth, you will still give him a mouth."
"In the end, you let them leave lightly. If it had been me, it wouldn't have ended like this."
Ye Fan let out a long breath: "This subverts my previous understanding of you."
Song Hongyan smiled: "In your eyes, what kind of woman am I?"
Ye Fan hesitated and said: "You are not a person who likes to cause trouble, but you are by no means a person who is willing to give up."
Song Hongyan chuckled against Mark's ear: "In your eyes, am I such a lingering woman?"
Ye Fan shook his head gently: "It's not that you are still haunted, it's that you must avenge yourself."
"And they had only been gone for more than an hour when they were hit by a large truck and fell into the sea."
"The combination of these two things makes me suspect that you did it."
He expressed his suspicions and his whole body suddenly felt much more relaxed.
He suddenly discovered that once suspicion is placed in the sun, the dark emotions will completely dissipate.
Ye Fan had to lament that Song Hongyan had taught him another lesson.
"I can't prove now whether it has anything to do with me."
Song Hongyan's pretty face bloomed with a smile, she put her arms around Ye Fan's neck and whispered:
"But I can guarantee that this car accident was not caused by me."
"If you find out that it has anything to do with me, I will let you do whatever you want with me..."
She was half serious and half teasing, which not only dissipated Ye Fan's suspicion, but also made him feel less guilty.
The woman told him with this attitude that although he didn't trust her and was suspicious of her, she still didn't take it to heart and asked him not to use pressure.
Ye Fan couldn't help but pinch the woman's face: "Fairy..."
"It hurts, be gentle!"
Song Hongyan hummed, and bit Ye Fan's ear, intentionally or unintentionally stirring up Ye Fan's flames.
Then, before Ye Fan could make any move, she slyly escaped with a smile.
She sat back down in front of the coffee bean and said, "Making you unable to get up or down is a punishment for not trusting me."
Ye Fan was helpless and poured a glass of lemonade and drank a few sips to suppress some instinctive reactions.
He also changed the topic: "If you didn't do it, then who would have done it? This is very suspected of being framed."
After all, Nangong mother and son had just had a conflict with Song Hongyan, and now that the two of them fell into the sea in a car accident, it would be easy for the Nangong family to believe that Song Hongyan was responsible.
"I don't know. I have too many enemies. I don't know who is stabbing me at the moment."
After resolving the grudge between the two of them, Song Hongyan's pretty face became even more charming:
"However, judging from the conflict in the children's playground to the time of the car accident and the crash into the sea, the mastermind behind the scenes has probably been keeping an eye on us and witnessed the conflict between us and Mrs. Nangong."
"Only in this way can the murderer make enough arrangements to cause a car accident."
"I will ask the control room to check the surveillance of the children's playground later to see if there are any enemies of ours."
She maintains clear thinking: "Although we are not afraid of taking the blame, we cannot take the blame for others in vain."
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "Let Situ Kong follow up on this matter."
For Ye Fan, as long as the murderer is not Song Hongyan, he doesn't have much to say and let the truth take its course.
It was approaching six o'clock in the evening. In the funeral parlor and corpse storage area in Hong Kong City, several detectives were holding pens and recording things with the forensic doctor.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and then several men in trench coats rushed in like wolves and tigers.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a face that looked exactly like Zang Ao.
Several detectives saw this and subconsciously shouted: "Who are you? You can't come in here!"
The middle-aged man didn't talk nonsense. He raised his hands and knocked down several detectives and forensic doctors.
Then, he took a few steps forward and opened the two cabinets with a clatter.
Mrs. Nangong and Nangong Jun were clearly visible, but they had lost their vitality, their faces were pale, and they were dead.
The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly: "Take it away!"
Several companions quickly loaded up the two corpses, then carried them away from the funeral parlor.
During this period, several staff members tried to stop me, but they were all beaten unconscious one by one.
"Brother, sister-in-law and Junjun are indeed dead."
The middle-aged man also turned around and went out, and took out his mobile phone: "I have taken out the body and will have it sent back to West China today."
"Son of a bitch!"
A voice filled with grief and anger came from the other end of the phone: "If you kill my wife and children, I will kill his whole family!"
The middle-aged man whispered: "Brother, leave this matter to me."
"I will make other arrangements for this matter, Ghost Mastiff, you complete the task at hand first!"
The voice on the other end of the phone remained sober:
"I heard that the target is very difficult. If you can't kill him, you will probably die!"
"You are the sharpest knife in our Nangong family. I don't want anything to happen to you. Your help will be indispensable in future gold mine disputes!"
"And this attack is related to the future of the Nangong family."
"If it works, we will get huge support and get out of this three-acre area in West China!"
"If you lose, you will die and Nangong will die..."
