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The person in front of me frowned slightly, "What kind of person is this girl? Is it possible for her to cooperate with us?"

Song Shiwei raised her eyes: "You have also found out about this matter, right?"

He said solemnly: "Yes, Shengtian Entertainment is suspected of committing crimes in the porn industry. We now need the victims to understand the situation."

She thought for a moment and shook her head slightly: "I don't think this girl is good. I can try to talk to her, but don't have high hopes."

He responded: "Okay."

She finally added: "I have received other valuable information and sent it to you simultaneously."

Ji Yanchen nodded slightly and replied seriously: "The Procuratorate has helped us so much this time. On behalf of the Public Security Bureau, I would like to treat you to dinner to express my gratitude."

"How's it going tonight?"

Song Shiwei had not yet switched back from the official atmosphere. She was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing. She followed his words and declined politely: "You're welcome. This is what our procuratorate should do."

He seemed to have expected her answer, and then asked calmly: "Then can I invite Song Shiwei to dinner in Ji Yanchen's personal name?"

She was silent for a moment and refused again: "You have an injury on your foot. Go back and rest early."

"As long as my feet are not injured, I will go out on a mission over the weekend."

Ji Yanchen handed her hat back, and his gaze fell calmly on her cheek, which made her slightly lower her eyelashes and avoid her eyes.

"We finish at four o'clock. You think about it first and give me an answer then, okay?"

***
"How did you go down for so long?"

Song Shiwei walked into the house and threw down her hat. The young man's eyes followed her into the living room suspiciously, "Why did it take so long to say hello?"

She was absent-minded and did not respond, which made Song Qingyu feel more and more panicked: "Sister! Although Officer Ji lost a leg for the country and is worthy of respect, you don't have to be overflowing with the mother's heart and want to redeem him with yourself, right?"

"..."

Song Shiwei glanced at him speechlessly, she was so stupid that he didn't want to speak.

Seeing that her face was a little impatient, Song Qingyu felt even colder. She slumped on the sofa and regretted: "...I shouldn't have taken his breakfast, no, I shouldn't have talked to him from the beginning... Breakfast was Guangdong Shunji, it took a long time to queue up, I thought he was sincere... He was sitting in a wheelchair, it was very pitiful, and his movements were very unskilled, and he had to be guided by an old man next to him."

Song Shiwei laughed angrily at his blabbering and interrupted him: "Okay, it has nothing to do with you, he doesn't do it at all."

The phone rang at this moment, and she subconsciously stopped talking. After looking at the name on the screen, she threw the phone to the person on the sofa.

Song Qingyu picked up the call. It was a call from Song Tang, asking them to go home for dinner.

Song Shiwei had no objection. She was more accustomed to living alone. Besides, Song Qingyu had almost recovered from the injuries on her face after living here for a week. It was time to go back.

She went back to her room and changed into more formal clothes. When she came out, Song Qingyu was sitting in front of her dressing table, holding a bottle of concealer in her hand and rubbing roughly on the remaining bruises on her face.

She couldn't help but feel the pain in her heart, and frowned as she reminded, "This concealer is very expensive, so use it less."

Song Qingyu glanced at the simple bottle in her hand, which was printed in foreign languages: "Is this a brand? It doesn't look very expensive."

She leaned against the door frame, rubbing her eyebrows, and found a reference for him: "It's more expensive than your shoes."

Song Qingyu raised the bottle and took a closer look, squeezed out two more pumps and carefully placed it back on the table.

After packing their things, the two took the elevator down to the underground garage.Song Shiwei found a store on the way and bought a few boxes of health care products for middle-aged and elderly people and put them in the back seat.

Song Qingyu glanced back and curled her lips and said: "You don't have to buy these things, they are expensive and useless." She turned a deaf ear and closed the car door and returned to the driver's seat.Seeing that she ignored her, Song Qingyu couldn't help but said, "My mother gave away all the things you bought last time."

Song Shiwei held the steering wheel, her expression unwavering: "That's her business."

It has nothing to do with her how to deal with these things. She is only responsible for spending money to fulfill her obligations.

Song Qingyu knew very well how stubborn her character was hidden behind her calm appearance, so she pursed her lips and leaned into her seat without saying anything.

When he got off the car, he took the initiative to pick up the gift box in the back seat. When he walked in, he saw Song Tang greeting him in the foyer. He glanced at the living room and asked casually: "Where is my mother?"

"Went to your uncle's house."

Song Tang watched the two of them changing their shoes, smiling slightly, "Have you had lunch? I've bought the groceries, and I'll be cooking today."

Song Shiwei looked at him calmly.

Lin Man was usually there every time she came, but she didn't know why Song and Tang specifically chose a time when his wife was away to call her back today.

She replied quietly: "I had a late breakfast and I'm not hungry yet."

Song Tang nodded repeatedly: "Then eat some fruit first. Qing Gu, go to the storage room and take out the snacks and nuts you bought last time!"

The person on the sofa agreed impatiently, and Song Shiwei was not happy because of this special treatment.

Everyone tacitly understood that in this home, she was a guest.

There were no plans to stay here to eat. After sitting for a while, Song Shiwei made an excuse and got up to leave.

Song Qingyu was not surprised, but Song Tang went out of his way and said he had something to discuss with her and called her into the study alone.

They were both taciturn people, and they had rarely been alone together like this over the years.

Song Shiwei sat silently on the chair, feeling a little uncomfortable.Song Tang put on his reading glasses, opened the drawer, and took out several leaflets.

"Shi Wei, this community will open next month. Your Uncle Li's son works here. He said that the supporting facilities are well planned. I think it is also close to your unit."

He spread out the single page and put it in front of her, "I'm coming with the floor plans. You can see which one you like. When you have time, let's go to the sales office and make a decision."

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and stared blankly for a moment, then realized that he wanted to buy her a house.

She looked at the house plans on the flyer. The structure was square and transparent, and the square footage was not small.There have been several newly opened projects near their unit recently, and the unit prices are not cheap. The apartment type Song Tang chose would probably cost him half of his life savings.

Her face was dark and unclear, she was silent for a long time, and then asked quietly: "Does Aunt Lin know?"

People in the Song and Tang Dynasties were academics and did not know how to manage money.

His money was previously managed by his ex-wife, and later by his current wife. The financial power of the family has never been in his hands.

The person in front of him paused for a moment, with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face: "I know. Girls have to have their own little family, and she supports it."

Song Shiwei tugged her lower lip lightly, thinking absentmindedly, how could she support it, at most she wouldn't oppose it desperately.

"Now that you have been transferred back to Chengdu to work, I have nothing to worry about. Before, you were so far away from the county, and I always felt uneasy."

(End of this chapter)