I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 811 811, Evidence

Lu Xunzhi pushed open the door, and saw Song Zhen standing in the tea area, fiddling with something.

He smiled slightly and said softly, "Make coffee?"

"It's too late, I can't sleep after drinking." Song Zhen didn't look at him, and continued to work on the things in his hand, and said: "Zhou Zhou has a bad stomach. I checked it on the Internet these days, and it turns out that milk tea is very nourishing." Stomach, when drinking black tea, add some sugar or milk, it can also reduce inflammation and protect the gastric mucosa, and it also has a certain effect on the treatment of gastric ulcer.”

After saying that, he handed the prepared milk tea to Lu Xunzhi: "Try it, is it delicious?"

Lu Xunzhi took it, tasted it, and smiled: "It's delicious! It's really delicious!"

Song Zhen's eyes were shining brightly, and he said with some pride: "Then I'll start making it for Zhou Zhou tomorrow."

"Milk tea is good for your health. Why do you still say on the news that drinking milk tea is bad for your health?" Lu Xun shook his head puzzled, held the cup, drank it again, and swallowed: "It's delicious!"

Song Zhen smiled: "You don't know, do you? The milk tea in the milk tea shop outside is not real milk tea. Many of them are made with chemical additives and excessive sugar, which can be regarded as beverages at most. Our own is black tea. +Fresh milk+sugar, all natural without any additives."

The father and son quickly sat down in front of the sofa.

Outside the window, there is still the sound of cold wind.

But in the hand, there is warm milk tea sweet in my heart.

Lu Xunzhi's eyes were slightly wet: "Next time, I'll make you something to eat too."

After saying that, he reached out his hand to wipe his eyelids in shame.

The son is so old, as a father, he hasn't cooked anything delicious for his son, not even a bottle of milk.

Before at Qiqi Island, he and Liang Xiaoqi cooked breakfast for everyone, and he was also in charge of helping out. Liang Xiaoqi was the real cook.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Song Zhen smiled sensiblely: "It's a small matter, we will have a long life in the future."

Lu Xunzhi took a deep breath, and hurriedly said: "It's getting late, I won't delay your rest, I'd better talk to you about business."

"Yeah." Song Zhen put the milk tea on the coffee table and looked at him seriously: "Say it."

Lu Xunzhi is like a persuasive teacher, looking at Song Zhen gently, guiding him: "I have thought about it carefully, we should take the initiative to contact Song Enshuo. If these things are really done by him, we have no evidence, we can only watch. Seeing one person after another, unexpectedly, they died suddenly. Xiaozhen, you see, everyone has their own motives for killing people. Now we are father and son. Let’s analyze it. If it is really Song Enshuo, he has What is the motive for killing Yue Lingfeng?"

Song Zhen thought for a while: "Could it be that Yue Lingfeng has evidence that he killed Yue Meiqi? As far as I know, the parents of the Yue family have been dead for a few years. Yue Lingfeng only has one elder sister, Yue Meiqi, and only Song Jun. Such a nephew. If he knows that his own sister was killed by Song Enshuo, then he will definitely take revenge! In order to conceal the truth, Song Enshuo will act first."

The more Song Zhen thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was right.

And he blinked and stared at Lu Xunzhi, with an expression like a child who has finished answering a question and is confident of getting it right, just waiting for his parents to praise him.

He still pursed his lips tightly, and put his hands on his lap nervously, seemingly casually, but inadvertently pinched the corners of his clothes.

Lu Xunzhi looked at the expectation in his eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "You look at me like that, but I can't bear to pour cold water on you."

(End of this chapter)