"Why did you reject Luo Xiaoran?"

Xiao Rong heard this question from him and felt funny like, Woody lowered his head, looked at his wine glass and laughed softly.

Song Yi didn't understand what Xiao Rong was laughing at.

Xiao Rong laughed a little, then raised her head and asked him back, "As a male star, why do you have so many female fans?"

Song Yiyi sneered, "Of course it's because I have talent and face value."

"How arrogant," Xiao Rong shot him a glance, lowered her eyes, held her chopsticks to continue eating, and spoke nonchalantly, "There are many more talented than you in terms of face value, and these women-people who like you just can't get you."

Song Yi's brow peaked.

Xiao Yung speaks the truth.

It is true that what you don't get is always the best, whether you are a woman - or a man.

He's a male star, not destined to be gotten by the average female fan.

And these female fans, before he was famous, would have all sorts of fantasies, even delusions that they could one day date him.

Relying on this vain yearning and platonic love.

It could make him a quick hit.

And the popularity continues to grow.

"You're pulling a lust trick?"

Song Yi understood Xiao Rong's thoughts.

Xiao Rong raised her eyes and smiled a little, not denying it, "It's only when you want to catch the enemy that you can tell if it's genuine or not."

"You want Luo Xiaoran to love you truly?"

"This woman-people like my face," Xiao Rong took a bite of her food, put down her chopsticks, and gently touched her face, "I have to thank my so mother for giving me pain, and for giving me such a nice face."

Song Yiyi looked at his face, and thought about Xiao Yu's looks, suddenly felt puzzled,"Although you and Xiao Yu are not born from the same mother, but at least it is the same father, why do you two look nothing like each other?"

This question, in fact, Song Yiyi was thinking about it a long time ago.

Xiao Yu's face was nothing more than a slightly higher level of popularity.

But Xiao Rong was different, Xiao Rong's looks, whether among men or among women, were at a level of beauty that made people ignore their gender.

Androgynous, yet free of the delicateartifice of women and the ruggedness of men.

Shaw Yung is elegant and clean.

Like a breeze passing between ice floes on a snowy day under a bright sun.

It's stunning yet comforting.

"She inherited her mother's looks and I inherited mine, so it's not unusual for the two of us not to look alike."

There's nothing terribly wrong with that statement, though.

However, it made Song Yi feel a little less reasonable.

No matter what, they're all Xiao family bloodlines.

Both half-siblings, it's kind of weird to look so unlike them.

Xiao Rong looked at Song Yiyi still furrowing his brows and pondering the question, and suddenly laughed, "Do you know what Xiao Yu's mother looks like?"

"Xiao Yu's mother looks good," Song Yiyi has not seen Xiao Yu's mother in person, but, has seen Xiao Yu's mother's photo, "her mother back then was the North City's famous flower, Xiao Chengye was very emotional with her."

"Anymore feelings, didn't you marry her?"

Xiao Rong felt some irony.

The love between a man and a woman - no matter how much they swear, sometimes, there are still some realities that get in the way all at once.

Take, for example, the gap between high and low status.

"What you say is also true, if it wasn't for that aunt of mine who has some skills and gave Xiao Yu's old mother the idea, Xiao Yu wouldn't have been recognized by Xiao Chengye to stay back and raise in the Xiao family."

"Your aunt helped?"

It was the first time Xiao Rong had heard of such a thing.

It turned out that Xiao Yu was able to be brought back to the Xiao family in the North City by Xiao Chengye, and there was actually someone behind Xiao Yu's bitchy - human mother giving her advice?

　"Yes, it's Song Frost's mother, Lin Fengya," Song Yiyi continued when she saw Xiao Rong's uninformed look, "You're siblings with Xiao Yu, you don't even know about this?"

Xiao Rong's eyes were dark and heavy, as if something was brewing inside, he picked up his wine glass and dipped his eyes and took a sip of wine, "Once upon a time, I didn't care."

"It's also true that you didn't live in the Xiao family for a few days before, so how would you know these things."

Xiao Rong has almost always lived inside the College of Education.

Even when he occasionally left the College of Education, it was when Xiao Yu found the right opportunity to set him up for harm.

Xiao's family had kept their hands off of him all these years, and it was only recently that his relationship with his family had become a bit closer, so it wasn't surprising that he had just learned about these things.

"You know quite a bit, Mr. Song."

Xiao Rong looked at Song Yi and slowly smiled.

It was a good thing for Song Yi to know so many things.

Knowing more, the message to him becomes more.

He was able to use what he knew to make a good plan for what he should do next.

Song Yiyi also knew exactly what Xiao Rong had in mind.

Just don't want to keep talking about it.

He remembered the bag of papers he had just given to Xiao Rong, "What exactly are you looking into Sun Jing's wife for?"

"I have my uses."

Xiao Rong remained tight-lipped.

There's no point in revealing it.

Song Yiyi saw that he didn't say anything, and didn't bother to ask again, just looked at the cat that was brought over by Xiao Rong,"This cat you really intend to bring back to raise yourself?"

"Sure."

"I thought you didn't like cats?"

"Some people like it." Xiao Rong lowered her eyes, her eyelashes hiding the color in them.

It made it impossible to see what was going on in his mind.

...

The crime scene of Suyuan's murder.

The room remained the same as it was after the last time Su Yuan Yi came.

Red paint was splattered on the curtains like blood.

The walls were also covered in red paint, shocking to the eye, like bright blood that never fades.

Sun Jing saw that he had already carefully looked back and forth in the room, but has been silent, finally some can not help it, "Mr. Song, in the end, you have a social what clues to provide me?"

Song Frost had been gently touching the red paint on the wall with her fingers, and when she heard that, she turned her head sideways, looking at Sun Jing, "Your police have dispelled their suspicions of Xiao Rong?"

"Xiao Rong has no suspicion of committing the crime," Sun Jing said seriously, "We've already lined up that he wasn't present at the time when Su Yuan was killed."

"Could it be behind the scenes?"

"Impossible!" Sun Jing immediately denied it, "We've conducted a serious interrogation of the criminal, and the criminal explained that no one instructed him to do this."

"You trust Xiao Rong like that?"

Song Frost looked at Sun Jing's attitude of complete trust in Xiao Rong and suddenly felt a little amused, "Is it because of the factor of personal feelings mixed in again?"

When Sun Jing heard this, he immediately changed his face, "Mr. Song, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm just guessing, you don't have to react so strongly."

It was only after Song Frost reminded him of this that Sun Jing realized that his hasty retort just now was indeed a bit too drastic.

He calmed down before explaining, "I also suspected Xiao Rong before, so I made several contacts to investigate him, but the result of the investigation was that he is a kind person who values love and justice."

Emotional?

Hearing Sun Jing give Xiao Rong this evaluation.

Song Frost suddenly felt a bit amused, "How are you sure he's a big-hearted person?"

"I just met him tonight, a girl with good conditions confessed to him, but he was thinking of the already dead Sweet Zhang and resolutely refused."

Hearing this, Song Frost pondered for a moment, "Officer Sun, you're a police officer, you should know better than me, there are some things that are seen and heard that are not as useful as evidence."

"What are you trying to say?"

Sun Jing stared at him.

Song Frost said, "Su Yuanyi was the victim, not simply injured in a car accident."

"Victimized?"

Sun Jing was a bit surprised.

"I suggest you, go and investigate more about Su Yuan Yi and Xiao Rong."

It occurs to Sun Jing that Su Yuan Yi's car accident happened shortly after Su Yuan's sacrifice.

Plus the fact that at the time, Su Yuan Yi was visiting this crime scene before the drunken crash.

At once, the heart became a little cold.

Could it be that there really is someone behind all this?

Is it really related to Xiao Rong?

Song Frost saw him in deep thought.

Then he opened his mouth, "I went to see Su Yuanyi, that's why, I came to revisit my hometown with Officer Sun, I hope that this hometown revisit will allow Officer Sun to discover something a little bit useful, I still have things to do, so I'll leave first."

Song Frost had no intention of continuing to stay over here for long.

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Frost left, and only a contemplative Sun Jing remained in this room.

Sun Jing, however, went to think about Xiao Rong's relationship with this matter, and the more he felt that it was impossible.

However, it's also quite unreasonable for Su Yuan Yi to have such a bizarre car accident shortly after Su Yuan's sacrifice.

Song Frost with case five senses, shouldn't have had so much attention on this.

But now, he had asked himself out specifically to meet here.

Here, is there really something wrong?

They've already taken a good look at this crime scene before.

Sun Jing hesitated and began to walk around in the middle of the room.

He went through every corner of the house, every detail.

Instead, he went back and forth around the room a dozen times without finding anything.

With a somewhat bored sigh, Sun Jing got up and headed for the balcony.

I was just about to pull the window open and take a blast of cold air out of it.

Suddenly he could see, just outside the window at the top of the first floor landing, a strange glove-like object fluttering in and out with the cold wind.

But even this strong wind failed to blow him off the top of the building.

It was as if something had hooked him.

There is a lot of trash inside the neighborhood.

Especially in a lot with a lot of tenants.

Trash bags with daily necessities, some of which will be blown out of the trash can by the wind.

He didn't care about the strange glove.

However, after smoking a cigarette, how do you think about it in your mind is not right.

Simply put the cigarette out and turned to go downstairs.

At night, not many people go out inside the neighborhood.

Only the occasional off-duty person passed by.

Sun Jing was agile, and the roof of the first floor hallway entrance was not that difficult to climb.

Sun Jing climbed up a few times.

Picked up the glove that had almost been blown away by the wind.

Just realized that the glove is a bit strange.

Surprisingly, they are silicone gloves.

Also, the gloves have strange patterns on them.

Puzzled, with the wind at his back, he turned the lighter on and proceeded to the brightness it brought.

A quick look to see what the pattern on the glove is.

Instantly, Sun Jing sucked in a breath.

The lighter in his hand also went out.