Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

**

Today is the weekend, and the TV station building is closed.

He Yu and Dong Xiyou happened to not have to go to work.

Taking advantage of the sunny noon, the two came to the rental house again.

Come back in the daytime, it really doesn't feel so gloomy anymore.

When Dong Xiyou opened the door, the neighbor next door just came back.

Just that old man in the white sweatshirt who was taught by Su Ji and was very unqualified.

Dong Xiyou asked him about those seven days, and wanted to see if he could provide some clues. The old man was a little jealous of them, so although he was annoyed, he answered them all at first. Later, Dong Xiyou and He Yu spoke to each other , the old man became impatient with the detailed questions.

After taking a closer look, I realized that the girl who was so good last time didn't come at all today! !

The old man drooped his eyelids, and his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees. "I'm not a policeman. Ask me what I can know. You guys who rent houses are the most annoying. I don't know where you have provoked men with unknown backgrounds. The house price has been ruined by you for making such a big commotion!"

He Yu was taken aback, "How are you talking?"

"What if I just talk like that..."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Dong Xiyou pushed He Yu aside and stepped forward. He was not at all irritated by the old man's words, and asked very calmly, "How do you know that the criminal is a man?"

In his words just now, he clearly pointed out the "man" of unknown origin.

He Yu also paused.

The old man choked, "I...I...you don't care how I know!"

After finishing speaking, he wanted to open the door of the house, but He Yu stopped him, "You really have to make it clear, otherwise you will not report to the police, and we can suspect you...in collusion with criminals."

"Fart!" The old man became anxious when he heard this, but he was afraid that they would go to the police and cause him even more trouble, so he patiently recalled why he thought it was a man...

"I heard his footsteps!" He remembered after a few seconds, "It sounded like he was wearing those men's leather shoes."

It turned out to be like this...

Dong Xiyou was thoughtful.

Zhou Zicheng really likes to wear that kind of leather shoes, but he didn't expect the old man to be quite accurate.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, the old man hurriedly opened the door and entered the house.

"If the fuck dares to knock on my door and ask other things, I will call the police!"

Put down the words, "Bang"! Shut the door with a bang!

Dong Xiyou, "..."

He Yu, "..."

A second later, He Yu came to his senses and wanted to knock on the door.

Dong Xiyou held him back, "Forget it, the business is important."

Then when he entered the room, He Yu heard her sigh a little, and said to himself, "It would be great if I was here, the old man will definitely not dare to be so fierce."

He Yu narrowed his eyes suddenly! !

Dong Xiyou's rental house is dark, but the windows are not small, and the light is good during the day, so things are indeed much clearer than when they came last night.

Just now when the old man mentioned the sound of footsteps, Dong Xiyou recalled the sound of her footsteps in those days.

Thinking about it now, it seems that it is indeed the trampling sound of men's leather shoes.

However, such subjective things cannot be used as evidence for conviction.

But apart from footsteps, Zhou Zicheng didn't make any sound.

Dong Xiyou looked around and recalled carefully, following the only clue.

She was locked in the bathroom at the time, and the surrounding walls echoed, so she was extremely sensitive to sound.

She seems to remember...in Zhou Zicheng's footsteps...she heard a sound like a hard object sliding on the ground...very subtle...

She told this to He Yu, and He Yu pondered for a while, "It may be that the sole of the shoe stepped on a hard stone, and this cannot be taken as evidence."

Dong Xiyou nodded.

Indeed it is.

A square decorative painting hangs in Dong Xiyou's bathroom, which is the only decoration that can bring a warm atmosphere here.

It is the kind of handmade diamond painting that was popular some time ago. Countless sticky multicolored artificial "diamonds" are pasted one by one according to the color label. Some people feel decompressed, and some people collapse. A certain pattern will be formed.

Just like cross-stitch and digital oil painting.

It took her three days to complete Dong Xiyou's painting.

He Yu saw it at a glance, because what she had glued was a pattern of a grapefruit, and he thought it looked good, "Do you want to take this painting away?"

Dong Xiyou thought for a while and nodded.

He Yu helped her pick it off, Dong Xiyou held it in his hand and looked at it, stroked it with his fingers, and found that one of the diamonds had fallen off.

I searched around, but couldn't find it, and I don't know when it fell.

She remembered that when she bought it, the merchant said it was 50 times more sticky.

He Yu, "I'll help you find it."

Dong Xiyou said it was all right, only one was missing, which couldn't be seen from a distance.

**

On Zhou Zicheng's side, it was still the abandoned factory, and Miyazawatian had already entered the postoperative recovery stage.

The bandage has not been removed, so the final effect is still uncertain.

The expert was tied up on a stool, with a black bag on his head and a seal on his mouth. Because of his struggle, he kicked his legs and made noises on the ground.

Mouth sobbing.

On the hospital bed next to him, Gong Zetian and Zhou Zicheng were chatting as if no one was there. Zhou Zicheng bought some food for his son and was feeding him right now.

Miyazawa was very sensible, "Dad, I can eat by myself, don't worry about it."

He had bandages on his face, and he was slurred when he spoke.

Miyazawa nodded in relief, got up and poured water for him.

He still wore the men's leather shoes on his feet, and the sound of hard objects sliding against the ground was still there when he walked.

But it's so small that you won't notice it unless you listen carefully.

Miyazawa looked at his shoes, "Dad, your shoes are old, I'll buy you a new pair when I get out of here."

Zhou Zicheng praised him for being sensible, poured the water back, and put it on the table beside the hospital bed, "These are not important. When you recover, Dad has more important things to take you to do."

"What's the matter?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

Gong Zetian had the final plastic surgery as he wished, and he was in a good mood. If Zhou Zicheng didn't say anything, he didn't ask.

"By the way, Dad," he thought of something else, "That bitch Su Ji seems to be filming a dangerous scene today, have you seen the news?"

Zhou Zicheng took an apple and sliced ​​it thinly between the skin and the flesh with a sharp fruit knife. With his other hand, he rotated the apple and peeled it skillfully. "Dad doesn't need to read the news. Dad is in charge of their planning."

"That's right." Miyazawa chewed his food with difficulty, grinning a little, "Dad, I heard that she is going to ride a white tiger. Tell me, could something happen to her?"

It is not difficult to hear the expectation in the tone.

Zhou Zicheng peeled the skin slowly, without any pause.

"Bastards..." He slowly raised his eyelids, looked at Miyazawa, and said meaningfully, "Who can say for sure..."