Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The car drove for nearly forty minutes as indicated by the navigation, and finally stopped in front of a Gothic-style cafe.

Song Ci sat in the car and looked at the coffee in front of him.

Long Yu told Song Ci: “According to the information given by my wife, I found Su Beibei, Su Buforg’s widow. She is currently a suspense novel writer and has opened a cafe under her name. This is her. live here."

Long Yu stared at the door of the cafe, then turned around and asked Song Ci: "Do you need me to accompany you in?"

Song Ci nodded, "You go in with me, order a cup of coffee and wait for me. I have something to discuss with Su Beibei."

"it is good."

Long Yu and Song Ci walked into the cafe together.

The cafe business is very good and the customers are mostly young people. Song Ci glanced at the customers in the lobby before turning his gaze behind the coffee bar. There, a woman in a long black dress stood with her back to Song Ci, reading a book with her head down.

Song Ci asked the woman, "Hello, is your store manager in?"

The woman was flipping through the book, and when she heard the words, she acted.

Putting the bookmark slowly and closing the book, the woman turned around, but said: "I am." After the answer, she looked up. After seeing Song Ci's face, the other party was obviously taken aback.

She recognized Song Ci.

"Song Ci?" Staring at Song Ci, Su Beibei asked in surprise: "You are looking for me?" She had never seen Song Ci at all. Song Ci ran to find herself, what is she going to do?

Song Ci was a little surprised. "Are you Miss Su?"

Long Yu had shown Su Beibei's information to Song Ci. Su Beibei was only nine years old at the time. The little girl in the photo was a cute girl in a pink doll collar dress. And the person in front of you...

The woman is tall, wearing a black strapless dress and a black collar around her neck. She has long, slender, black straight hair, the princess cuts her bangs, and her face has Gothic makeup, which makes her a dark temperament haunting her whole body.

"I'm Su Beibei." Su Beibei felt ridiculous. "You call me by name, don't you know me?"

Song Ci answered the question: "The changes are so great that I couldn't guess my identity for a while."

Hearing that, Su Beibei raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not ask where the'change' came from.

Song Ci looked around and felt that the first floor was not a good place to talk. She asked Su Beibei: "Miss Su, can I change to a hidden place to talk?"

Su Beibei thought about it for a while, and then raised her head to a male waiter with a pigtail and said, "Akun, help me take care of the store. I have something wrong."

"Good store manager."

Su Beibei walked out from behind the stage and got closer, and Song Ci realized that the other party was slightly taller than her.

The proper imperial sister.

"Come upstairs with me." After speaking, Su Beibei led Song Ci a few steps and walked towards the entrance of the corridor. Song Ci followed. She stared at Su Beibei's back, and many pictures flashed in her mind.

Song Ci met Su Beibei in his previous life. Su Beibei was almost 30 years old at that time, and his dressing style was very different from now. The first time I saw Su Beibei, she was wearing a blue jeans and a blue shirt. She was a tall beauty.

She came with hatred, but was almost murdered by Mu Mian and died. If Song Ci hadn't been kind and secretly sent her away, Su Beibei might have died.

Song Ci recalled the past, but did not observe it for a while, and when he returned to his senses, he was already standing in Su Beibei's open study on the second floor.

Su Beibei's study is connected to the living room, separated by a glass wall. In the study room, there are walls full of books, most of which are novels and authoritative magazines related to mystery detectives and suspense. On the desk, there is a black laptop. Su Beibei was standing at the desk, looking for something with her head down.

Song Ci stood aside and looked down, only to find that Su Beibei was unpacking a pack of Salem cigarettes. This cigarette has a harsh taste, and it smokes quite vigorously, which is different from ordinary women's cigarettes.

Su Beibei drew a white cigarette from the cigarette case, held the filter with her slender index and middle fingers, and handed it to her mouth to bite. She lit the cigarette like an old pipe, smoked a cigarette in between, and then spit out the smoke from her nose.

After a mouthful, Su Beibei nodded his chin towards Song Ci, "Sit down."

Song Ci sat down on the black leather sofa behind him. Waiting for the cigarette to smoke only half of the time, Song Ci cleared his throat and said, "Miss Su, I have read your masterpiece "The Soul of the Golden Street". It was very wonderful."

"The Soul of the Golden Street" is a suspenseful work published by Su Beibei and four years ago. It is Su Beibei's famous work. That year, Su Beibei was 19 years old.

"The Soul of the Golden Street" tells the story of a beautiful but powerless woman who desperately pursues a man in order to chase love and money, but is deceived by the man, and then forced to kill by the man.

The plot of the story is very clichéd, but Su Beibei's pen is sharp, and it is very attractive to read the whole story.

Su Beibei squinted at Song Ci and said lukewarmly: "The early works are not worth mentioning."

Song Ci shook his head, "But I think that book is different."

"How is it different?" Su Beibei said disapprovingly: "It's just an ordinary suspense story. The plot lacks novelty and the ending is not exciting enough. Compared with the later works, it is not worth showing off."

Song Ci said, "But I only read hatred and hatred, fear and resentment in "The Female Soul on the Golden Street". This is not to be found in Miss Su's later works." I glanced at Su Beibei, Song Ci If pointedly said: "There must be an interesting story behind the book that prompted Miss Su to create "The Soul of the Golden Street." I wonder if Song Ci guessed it right?"

Su Beibei's face was hidden by the faint smoke, and her expression was not clear. After a moment of silence, Su Beibei finally spoke. She said, "There is no story, it's just a work with an open mind."

Seeing that Su Beibei's oil and salt did not enter, Song Ci finally got a new move. She reached into her shoulder bag and took out a photo from it.

Su Beibei glanced at her movements, her eyes still cold.

"I don't know the woman in my photo, can Miss Su know?" Under Su Beibei's indifferent gaze, Song Ci turned the photo over. A beautiful and pitiful face broke into Su Beibei's eyes.

Seeing the woman in the photo, Su Beibei's pupils trembled slightly. The smoke, I don't know when it has been burned, and it has even burned Su Beibei's fingers. The finger was scalded, and Su Beibei suddenly lowered her head and put out the cigarette butt.

Song Ci said in a deep voice: "The woman in the photo, she was named Xu Xiangxiang, who died in the autumn of 2005. Miss Su, the heroine Shu Xiangsi in your work "The Soul of the Golden Street" was created based on Su Beibei. Yes, right?"