After dressing as a teacher, he had sex with the bandit handsome

"Let's take a look again." Song Zuiyi rubbed his temples, and sighed slightly distressed.

Several people also know that it is useless to sit here and speculate wildly.Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, and was going to go to the front yard with Hua Manlou to have a look, maybe they could find out more.

Chu Liuxiang nodded, watched them leave and got up to comb Song Zuiyi's long hair.

"What do you think about this matter?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the feeling of Chu Liuxiang's hand passing through his hair.

"I think you can go to Yin Qingyang's study or room to have a look." He tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes full of inquiry.

Chu Liuxiang skillfully tied his hair in a knot, "Study?"

He said, "There must be some secret hidden in the study."

The bones at the rose bushes had already been cleaned up, and it was difficult for them to find anything from the dead.Miao Tong, who seemed to know something, was brutally murdered. Now I have to check Yin Qingyang, who seems to have something to do with these things.

Chu Liuxiang clapped his hands and handed him the fan, "I can go in the study, but it's just a little troublesome for you."

"Then you go to his study." Song Zuiyi took the fan, looked at him and nodded, "I'll go to Wenren Miaotong to see if there are any clues."

Chu Liuxiang responded, and before leaving, she suddenly turned around and bowed her head to kiss him.

"be careful."

He touched the forehead that was attacked and smiled helplessly, "Okay, be careful too."

Although few people could trap Chu Liuxiang, he couldn't help but remind him.

After the two separated, they walked in two directions. Song Zuiyi strolled leisurely in the corner of the villa, as if he was not investigating a case but rather relaxing.

From a distance, he could see a pond full of lotus flowers. Song Zuiyi raised his head and saw an acquaintance sitting on the bank.He suddenly had a plan, thinking that in this world without relatives, he would be able to appreciate the changes of a person better.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and the hand holding the fan is behind his back.Quietly walked behind the dejected person sitting on the shore.

"Isn't this Mr. Yin?" He looked at Yin Hu silently for a moment and suddenly asked.

Yin Hu was immersed in his own world when the sudden sound startled him.After a shock, I was about to stand up, but forgot that I was sitting on the shore.

He stood up abruptly, only then did he feel his feet step on the ground.Before he had time to walk to the shore, he fell into the pond with a plop.

The almost overwhelming lotus leaves were almost destroyed and crumbling during his movements.

Song Zuiyi bent down to pull him, and when Yin Hu climbed ashore in a mess, he pointed at him angrily and cursed.

"What's the matter with you!" Yin Hu stood up and shook the water off his body, glaring at him with his hands on his hips.

Song Zuiyi coughed uncomfortably, and nodded frequently listening to his constant accusations.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction." He lowered his head and sighed, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

Yin Hu was so angry that he casually touched the water stains on his face that exuded a fishy smell.

"I think you did it on purpose! When I tell my father, I must beat you to death!"

As soon as Yin Qingyang was mentioned, he remembered the purpose of calling Yin Hu, so he straightened his body a little.Pretending to be ignorant, he raised his eyebrows, "Oh? How can your father take care of you now that he's so busy?"

As soon as these words came out, Yin Hu's expression changed instantly from his aggressive and arrogant appearance just now.

"You... I want you to take care of it!" He drooped his shoulders, lowered his head and yelled viciously before turning around and running away.

Seeing this, Song Zuiyi quickly pulled him back, "What's the matter? Young Master Yin also has unsatisfactory moments?"

He saw Yin Hu stopped, and slowly took out his handkerchief to wipe the water stains on his hands. "I thought Young Master Yin didn't worry about anything."

After listening to his "cynicism", Yin Hu straightened his neck and raised his head to retort, "What's wrong with me! I'm the only child of the Yin family!"

"Don't think that I was afraid of you when I left last time!" Yin Hu gritted his teeth, and looked at him with a look of embarrassment.

"No one follows you now, even if I kill you, no one will know!"

Song Zuiyi opened the fan and shook it gently in front of his chest, not paying any attention to what he said.

"How do you know you can beat me?"

"I..." Yin Hu was at a loss for words for a while, so he took a few steps back and looked him up and down.

Before, Hua Manlou didn't look like a person who knew martial arts, but he didn't expect to be beaten up later.According to what he said now, could it be that he is also hiding something?

Song Zuiyi lifted his chin slightly, and chuckled lightly when he saw Yin's wild fantasy.

"As far as I know, your father doesn't pay much attention to you recently." He held the folding fan in his hand and beat the other hand repeatedly.

Yin Hu's complexion suddenly became ugly, and the haughty expression between his brows also dimmed.But he was still talking hard, pretending to be calm and retorting: "You...you are talking nonsense!"

"Pfft." Song Zuiyi laughed out loud. Originally, he was just cheating on Yinhu, but now seeing Yinhu's reaction, he should be right.

Seeing that Yin Hu was not as tall as him, Song Zuiyi simply treated him as a child without asking.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong with your father recently?" He closed his fan and tapped his chin lightly, looking at Yin Hu with interest, "How about I come to give you advice?"

Yin Hu frowned and looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't believe what he said.

"What do you want to do?" He curled his lips, "I warn you, don't try to get Master Ben's attention!"

Yin Hu raised his chin high, his eyelids drooped slightly, and said contemptuously, "You are not good enough for me."

"Pfft." Song Zuiyi sighed and shook his head, "Then don't worry, I'm not interested in a dude like you."

Seeing what Yin Hu wanted to refute, he interrupted quickly, "What? I don't want to know why your father is suddenly indifferent to you? Don't want to win your father's heart back?"

Yin Hu was forced to stop his voice, and glanced at him indignantly.After giving a cold snort, he walked forward, turning his head and curling his lips to let him follow.

Why is it so like trying to win back the emperor's heart for a concubine who has fallen out of favor?Song Zuiyi lazily followed behind Yin Hu.

There is a pavilion in front of it, and there are light and misty veils hanging on all sides, which flutter in every direction when the breeze blows.

Song Zuiyi found a place to sit down on his own, and poured a glass of water to sip.

"Come on, tell your story." He rested his arms on the table to support his chin, and gave Yin Hu who was tangled beside him a look.It's like listening to a story.

Yin Hu was a little angry looking at him, but thinking that he also wanted something from others, he sat down with a cold snort alone.

He awkwardly changed several positions on the chair before slowly opening his mouth a little shamefully.

"I... my father suddenly seemed like a different person a month ago."

Song Zuiyi didn't speak, but nodded thoughtfully.

"At first I thought it was because of something happened to his business." Yin Hu lowered his head, recalling his father's actions in the past month.

"I thought he would be fine after a while or when his business is settled this time." He was a little restless, and subconsciously tapped his fingers on the table, "I didn't expect Dad to become more and more weird."

Song Zuiyi frowned and sat up a little, "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell, it's just how I feel." Yin Hu was extremely distressed, "I clearly remembered that my father didn't eat coriander before, but the new cook a few days ago didn't know that there was a lot of coriander in the dishes."

He poured a glass of water and drank it up, then continued, "But since my father ate all the food without changing his face, and didn't punish the cook."

"What if he suddenly finds that coriander is delicious and wants to eat more?" Song Zuiyi's slender fingertips calmly tapped the table again and again.

Yin Hu shook his head, as if he heard something funny, "How is that possible! My father hates coriander the most. The last time someone gave my father something with coriander, my father was furious."

"Besides this, what else?"

"My father..." Yin Hu's face suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"I could feel someone secretly watching me every night. That night I pretended to be asleep, and then found someone standing by my bed and staring at me."

Recalling the scene that night, Yin Hu still has lingering fears. "I was taken aback. Before I opened my eyes and shouted, he covered my mouth. When I recovered, I realized that it was my father."

Song Zuiyi raised his eyebrows, he couldn't make up his mind, "Doesn't that mean your father cares about you, and came to see if you slept well?"

"What are you kidding!" Yin Hu was so angry when he heard this, "Who would stand silently beside someone's bed every day and stare at people without saying a word! If you suddenly opened your eyes one night You are not afraid to find someone standing by your bed!"

Song Zuiyi touched his chin, thought about it carefully, and then said with a smile: "Then I guess that person was thrown out by my lover before he could reach my bed."

Song Zuiyi, who showed affection invisibly, ignored Yin Hu's contemptuous gaze.

"Hmph!" Yin Hu snorted coldly, and then continued, "When I asked my father why he did that the next day, my father said he wanted to see if I was well-raised."

He lowered his head frustrated and dissatisfied, "It's just perfunctory to me."

"See if you are well-raised?" Song Zuiyi frowned, his words were a little strange, as if Yin Qingyang had some plans for Yin Hu.

"More than that!" Seeing him in a daze, Yin Hu couldn't help but patted the table, "I also found out that my father did some weird things."

Song Zuiyi came back to his senses and asked, "What's the matter?" But thinking about what he just said in his heart was already very strange.

"It's just..." Yin Hu's eyes were evasive, and he seemed a little embarrassed to say what he said next.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "I went to talk to my father about something that afternoon, and when I walked to the door, I heard some... some strange sounds."

Song Zuiyi raised his eyebrows, curiosity hidden in the corners of his eyebrows, "What's the sound?"

"Just..." Yin Hu's face suddenly turned green and red, "It's those voices."

He was vague and refused to speak clearly, and lowered his head vaguely.

Song Zuiyi took a breath, and had a vague idea in his heart, but he still asked him, "What is that sound?"

"Don't...it's too...too hard..." Although Yin Hu has done this with many women, he has also done it with men.But that was his real father!Hearing those blushing voices his father made under/under other men, he was really struck by lightning.

Song Zuiyi was also shocked in place, although he had already had some thoughts in his mind just now, he didn't expect it to be so explosive.

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