After Song Qianxing left the banker, he went straight back to where he lived.
She previously lived in Ye Jinfan's house. After Ye Jinfan's accident, she moved out and rented a small room in a group rental house.
The community is located on the edge of the city. It is a new community built a few years ago. However, because the location is not very good, the rent is very cheap. There is no bustling business district around. The only lively area is the circle outside the community.
Shop.
When passing a laundry next to the community, Song Qianxing walked in.
"Get the clothes." After entering the door, she took out a receipt from her pocket and handed it to the clerk.
The clerk stared at her for a while, then took the receipt in her hand and looked at it, confused, "Didn't you just deliver it last night? Didn't I tell you that it would take three or four days to pick it up?"
"I'm in a hurry." Song Qianxing said, "Either you wash it for me now, and I'll pay more."
After hearing this, the clerk said, "Wait a minute, I'll take a look."
Song Qianxing sat down in the chair next to her and waited for two hours.
Two hours later, the clerk took out a black coat and said to her: "Ms. Song, the clothes are washed. Do you want to check it?"
"No need." Song Qianxing said, "Help me put it on."
The clerk quickly took out a paper bag, packed her clothes and handed it to her.
Song Qianxing walked out of the laundry carrying the bag. As soon as she walked into the gate of the community, her cell phone suddenly rang.
She was too lazy to pay attention and let her phone ring all the time.
After entering the house, returning to her room, and putting down the bag in her hand, her cell phone was still ringing.
Song Qianxing slowly took out her cell phone, glanced at the caller ID and answered the call, "What are you doing?"
Mu Qian's voice came from the phone, "Come out for dinner."
"No time." Song Qianxing said.
"Don't reject me." Mu Qian said with a smile, "You know there is no benefit in rejecting me."
"Oh." Song Qianxing said. "I refused. Come and beat me!"
After saying that, she hung up the phone and fell on the bed.
After lying there quietly for about ten minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes again, touched her cell phone again, and made a call.
"Address." She said to the person on the other end of the phone.
Mu Qian chuckled and reported the name of the restaurant.
So Song Qianxing, who had just returned home, went out again and walked around for nearly two hours before arriving at the restaurant Mu Qian mentioned.
When the waiter led her in, Mu Qian was ordering food. He looked up and saw her and said hurriedly: "Come on, come on, let's see what you want to eat."
"You're welcome." Song Qianxing pulled out the chair and sat down lazily, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Mu Qian dismissed the waiter, picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea. She smiled and said, "How can I be so rude when I serve the first drink?"
"Hetoujiu?" Song Qianxing glanced at her and said, "Have you offended me in any way?"
"Of course I can't offend anyone." Mu Qian said, "But Rong Heng said he accidentally said the wrong thing, and I came to apologize on his behalf. But I guess you're not angry with him, right?"
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"What's there to be angry about?" Song Qianxing said, "He just told a fact, a fact that everyone knows well. Is this worth your trouble to treat me to a meal?"
Mu Qian shrugged, "As long as you're not angry, you have to eat after all. You can eat it with any name."
After saying that, Mu Qian handed the menu to her again.
Song Qianxing stared at the menu for a while, then looked at Mu Qian again, "If I were not Song Qingyuan's daughter, would you still treat me to dinner?"
After hearing this, Mu Qian raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Is this important?"
"If you are looking for Song Qingyuan's face, then there is no need." Song Qianxing said, "Just like your husband, just like Officer Rong."
Mu Qian smiled and said: "To a certain extent, my husband and I are independent of each other. Just like, even if you are Song Qingyuan's daughter, you and him can be two independent individuals. Song Qingyuan is very important to me personally.
Words don’t have much influence, but personally, I like to make friends, and it doesn’t matter to me whether there are mountains or religions.”
Song Qianxing looked at her for a moment, and finally reached out and took the menu.
When all the ordered dishes were served, Mu Qian asked again: "Are you interested in chatting about what happened yesterday?"
"What does yesterday's matter have to do with you?" Song Qianxing asked without raising her head while eating.
"The instinct of an investigative journalist," Mu Qian said, "is to get to the bottom of everything."
Song Qianxing said: "Did you use your instinct in the wrong place? What happened yesterday was so clear and clear, is there anything else worth pursuing?"
"Because I feel like there's something here that's not as clear as it seems."
"for example?"
"For example, you are not a violent person." Mu Qian said, "Just because that person is Miss Zhuang's ex-husband, you are not so cruel as to blow his head with a wine bottle, right?"
Song Qianxing shrugged and said, "That's because you misunderstood me."
Mu Qian said: "So, in order to dispel doubts and misunderstandings, before coming here, I stopped by the bar where the incident happened -"
Hearing this, Song Qianxing finally slowly raised her head, her face seemingly expressionless, but her eyes were staring at her, clearly hiding something.
Mu Qian suddenly smiled at her and said, "The waiter who greeted me today happened to be there at that time yesterday."
Song Qianxing slowly put down her chopsticks and said casually: "What next?"
"According to him, Shen Haoxuan and the others started talking loudly as soon as they sat down. At that time, there were not many customers in the bar, so he basically heard what those people said." Mu Qian said, "He told
I, Shen Haoxuan, said that his ex-wife is like a piece of wood and has no interest. If his brother hadn't valued the banker's business and insisted on getting back together with his ex-wife, he wouldn't have spent any more effort on her."
"So, he deserves to be beaten," Song Qianxing said.
Mu Qian nodded and continued: "But when he said this, everything was still peaceful, until he mentioned that his ex-wife seems to have taken a liking to a pretty boy. He said, 'That pretty boy, my brother can kill him with just a few fingers.
He was lucky that he couldn't be killed last time. Next time, my brother can send him directly to see the King of Hell."
Song Qianxing slowly closed her eyes and felt her temples twitching.
"I didn't hear him say that," she said.
Mu Qian nodded again and said, "Yeah, I guess so... Is it possible that you would deliberately conceal the truth you heard in order not to reveal your thoughts? This involves Brother Xiaobei's personal safety.
If we never find out the real culprit behind the scenes, Brother Xiaobei will be in danger at any time. If something happens, how will those who care about Brother Xiaobei live?"