Arrogant Uncle, don't be shy

"No." Xiaoqing said this first, then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly added, "no, no, there are some. Huanhuan received a guest and asked her a lot about Qiqi. We all thought it was Qiqi's former guest at that time. We didn't think much. "

Ling Chen asked, "when did it happen?"

Xiaoqing said thoughtfully: "just before Qiqi had an abortion, Qiqi decided not to kill the child. It should be because the child's father found her."

When she finished, she kept looking at the 20000 yuan pressed by Ling Chen, waiting to take the money and leave.

But Ling Chen took the money back and said coldly, "you didn't tell the truth. I can't give you the money."

"Are you kidding me?!" Xiaoqing was in a hurry on the spot.

"Are you kidding us?" Zhang Xiaoxiao mocked, "Qiqi's child is three years old. According to you, she decided not to do it when she was pregnant. How could it be two years ago? Could it be that she was pregnant with Nezha, and the child was not born in October? "

Xiaoqing changed her face. She looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao and Ling Chen. She scolded a dirty word in a low voice and lit it with a cigarette. Her hand trembled when lighting the cigarette. She pressed the lighter three times before it lit the fire.

Ling Chen saw that she knew that Xiaoqing must know something else, so she said, "to tell the truth, otherwise you can't get more than 20000 yuan today. The trouble is still ahead."

"I said who Qiqi's child is. Why do you come to trouble me one or two?" Xiaoqing has smoked several cigarettes in a row in an anxious mood. After all, she knows that she can't provoke the man in front of her, "I can tell the truth, but 20000 is not enough."

Ling Chen seems to have expected. He takes out a check from his pocket, puts it on the table and pushes it to Xiaoqing.

"This... One, two, three, four..." Xiao Qing was silly when she saw the check. She counted it for a long time to make sure that it was really a check for one million.

"To tell you the truth, this one million is yours, and 20000 in cash is yours."

The ash in Xiaoqing's hand fell on her leg, ironed a hole in her silk stockings and woke her up suddenly.

"OK, I'll tell you the truth. Three and a half years ago, a guest came to me... "

Zhang Xiaoxiao and Ling Chen walked out of the nightclub. It was raining and foggy outside. It shrouded the brightly lit bar street in a misty rain, as if the neon everywhere was a human dream.

Ling Chen looked down at the business card in her hand, and her expression was a little strange.

Zhang Xiaoxiao asked him, "what are we going to do now?"

"Go to Zhou Xiang's house." Ling Chen received the exquisite gilded business card in his pocket, walked through the rain eaves, went to the nearby convenience store to buy an umbrella, and took Zhang Xiaoxiao away from the bar street.

Zhou Xiang lived with his parents. There was the former staff building of the cotton mill. Later, the cotton mill collapsed, leaving only the staff building with the name of the cotton mill.

Ling Chen parked his car downstairs on the narrow road and took Zhang Xiaoxiao upstairs to ring the doorbell.

"Who?" Zhou Xiang's mother came out to open the door. When she saw these two young people who didn't dress like ordinary people, she wondered, "who are you looking for?"

In the living room, Zhou Xiang's father turned around from the sofa and immediately scolded, "what are you doing here! Not bad enough for my son! Dead woman, close the door! "

"You... You are..." Zhou Xiang's mother remembered that she had seen the two young people on TV and held a press conference with Chen Keli. Soon afterwards, her son was arrested.

Ling Chen stopped Zhou Xiang's mother from closing the anti-theft door and said in a serious tone, "Xie Xiangan is the real harm to Zhou Xiang. If you want him to stay in prison for a lifetime, let's go now."

There was silence in the old staff building, only the rain outside the building continued.

Zhou Xiang's father thought for a long time. Although his tone was not good, he let go: "come in!"

Zhang Xiaoxiao sat in the living room and looked at the family. The walls of the two bedroom and one living room old house began to fall off. The furniture in the house was old-fashioned, all in the style of the early 1990s. She watched Zhou Xiang's mother anxiously bring them tea and water. Zhou Xiang's father looked black and stared at Ling Chen. Then she thought of the red paint she saw on the door when she just knocked on the door. For a time, many prepared words couldn't be said.

It was Zhou Xiang's father who broke the silence. He directly asked Ling Chen, "what do you mean by saying that Zhou Xiang was hurt by his cousin?"

Ling Chen calmly replied, "literally. Xie Xiangan asked him to kill, and Xie Xiangan forced him to take the blame. What Zhou Xiang did wrong was to steal the design of Chunxiao studio. The rest should have nothing to do with him. "

Zhou Xiang's mother couldn't believe it: "since he didn't do it, why did he plead guilty?! Xiang an is Xiang Xiang's cousin. How could he hurt him! "

"Shut up!" Zhou Xiang's father finally found a vent for his resentment for many years and scolded his frightened wife, "Xie Xiangan, that son of a bitch, hasn't been on the right path for so many years. I said I couldn't let Zhou Xiang mix with him. You promised to say it well one by one. Now why did Zhou Xiang go in? Wasn't Xie Xiangan shot?"

Zhou Xiang's mother is an ordinary, timid, not very assertive middle-aged woman. When she was scolded, she had nothing to say.

Ling Chen was not interested in the quarrel between their husband and wife. He didn't even bother to persuade them to make peace. He only asked Zhou Xiang's father, "Xie Xiangan has Zhou Xiang's handle, so Zhou Xiang had to listen to him. I came here today to ask, "do you know what this handle is?"

Zhou Xiang's father patted his thigh and was very angry: "that smelly boy fooled around with Xie Xiangan all day. He didn't tell us anything. He had to quarrel when asked. How could we know!"

"He took the charges of attempted murder for Xie Xiangan to be sentenced. The only thing that can make Zhou Xiang feel more serious than this is... "Ling Chen didn't finish his last sentence, but Zhou Xiang's parents sitting opposite were as pale as earth.

What can be more serious than the crime of attempted murder, isn't it just murder?

Zhou Xiang's mother trembled and said, "you mean that we Xiangxiang killed someone. Xie Xiangan knew about it and threatened him?"

Ling Chen said to them, "I'm not sure if it is, but it must be more serious than the crime of attempted murder. So, I want to know if Zhou Xiang has ever been in a particularly bad mood when he went home in the past two years, or suddenly disappeared and didn't go home. "

The middle-aged couple who had just quarreled were holding hands together. They recalled for a while in shock. Suddenly, they looked up at each other at the same time, with a little panic in their eyes.