Meet the Brand Officer

Lin Xiyou hurriedly stepped forward to check, and there were only some account data recorded on the creased page, nothing special.

It is only calculated based on time, this batch of goods was purchased by my father a few months before the accident. If I guess correctly, this batch of materials should be used for the project where the accident happened.

Song Ziyuan also knew a thing or two about building materials, and searched the Internet. According to the conversion of prices ten years ago, the prices of materials registered in the accounts should be normal.

When she was at a loss, Lin Xiyou suddenly noticed that Li Rongquan's name was printed on the purchaser in the lower right corner, her eyes dimmed, and her guess emerged.

Seeing her solemn expression, Song Ziyuan quickly flipped through the pages, "This seems to be just a fixed tabulation format, just like the accountant cashier is written on the receipt."

"Yes, but I always feel that something is wrong." Lin Xiyou was trapped in the fog, and the fragments in her mind were scattered, faintly about to come out, and there was only a connecting line.

Who was the person on the phone with my father that night?Father said he was going out to do some errands, so who was he going to meet?

It must be the person who made black money with no conscience. When his father insisted on exposing him, he was afraid that it would be exposed, so he maliciously murdered his father. When something happened at the construction site, he took the opportunity to blame his father and made the illusion of committing suicide in fear of crime. , to guide the direction of public opinion.He himself hides behind the scenes and enjoys the benefits.

Lin Xiyou's eyes were red with anger, and she clenched her fists tightly. Who is this person!Even if she digs three feet into the ground, she must find out the truth.

Anger mixed with grievances, eyes filled with tears unconsciously, for the unjust injustice suffered by the father, for the ridicule and ridicule that the mother and daughter have suffered over the years, and even more for the family that was shattered by the accident.
Song Ziyuan frowned slightly, his eyes showed pain, he speculated about various possibilities, so as to ease her emotions and divert her attention.

He pointed to Li Rongquan's name, "Could it be him?"

Lin Xiyou's eyes moved to the old photo, her voice was hoarse due to depression.

"I once suspected that he was not only a participant in the project, one of the people who handled it, but also a competitor in the same period. But my mother said that after my father passed away, Li Rongquan contributed both money and effort, and paid for it every day. Before and after coming to my house, I helped to take care of a lot, and even gave up promotion and resigned voluntarily..."

"Come home every day? What do you do?" Song Ziyuan keenly noticed something was wrong, "How was his relationship with your father before, did he come home often?"

"My dad has a good relationship with his colleagues, and it's rare for us to come to the house as a guest, but my mother said that when my dad just passed away, Li Rongquan came to help every day and was very enthusiastic."

"A colleague, to do this." Song Ziyuan fell into deep thought, thinking about guessing: "From another perspective, assuming that he has an inseparable relationship with the whole incident, then his purpose of doing these things and coming to your house to help must be I don't have a pure mind, I don't have any ulterior motives."

"You mean?" Lin Xiyou was startled, "playing a good person on the surface, removing suspicions, covering up others, especially giving up promotion and resigning."

"Then he came to my house frequently to help, could it be?" Lin Xiyou's voice stopped, and the eyes of the two fell back to the stack of ledgers in front of them in unison.

"Look for evidence and destroy the corpse." They said in unison.

Lin Xiyou regained her composure, "Everything is just our guesswork, and we can only confirm it further if we find Li Rongquan."

"Well, I'll help you find it together." Song Ziyuan promised unconditionally.

"Thank you, Song Ziyuan." Lin Xiyou's heart sank, she raised her lips and smiled.

A warm and innocent smile climbed to the tip of the curved eyebrows, and those bright eyes that had just been under a heavy rain were wet and pure.

Suddenly, he bumped into the little deer in the deep forest in his heart.

Wang Xinchi was so soft that he couldn't help but raised his hand and stroked the wet tears on her cheek.

He hooked the corners of his lips, and said softly: "I said, never thank me."

Lin Xiyou felt like getting an electric shock. She wanted to step back and stood stiffly on the spot. Before she could speak, she heard a terrible scream.

"what--"

Immediately afterwards, the tall figure in front of her rushed straight towards her, like an octopus, wrapped her arms around her, and hugged her tightly.

This unexpected big bear hug made her dumbfounded.

The fluffy hair brushed her neck lightly, falling like light feathers on her shoulders.

Lin Xiyou's cheeks were flushed, she was at a loss for a while, her hands were stiff, and she said cautiously: "What's wrong with you."

"There's a big cockroach!" Song Ziyuan buried his head firmly.

"Pfft-"

Lin Xiyou laughed for a moment, and couldn't help teasing: "Are you afraid of cockroaches?"

"No, it came straight at me. It's a conditioned reflex." Song Ziyuan said stiffly, with his face still on her shoulder, "Did it fly away?"

"If it doesn't leave, I will be suffocated to death." Lin Xiyou patted his back with his backhand, as if comforting the frightened big golden retriever, "Let's go, don't be afraid, be good."

"..." Song Ziyuan let go of his arms in embarrassment and retreated, stroking the end of his eyebrows unnaturally. "I'm really not afraid"

Lin Xiyou didn't expose it, and with a hidden smile, she packed up the photos and ledgers, and left her hometown.

Along the way, Song Ziyuan emphasized that he was not afraid of anything, and tried to explain why he was only afraid of a stinky cockroach.
Interrupted by his twittering, the haze that had been gathering in her heart dissipated quite a bit in an instant.

When they got home, they tacitly said nothing, posted Spring Festival couplets, hung lanterns, prepared New Year's Eve dinner, and celebrated New Year's Eve happily.

The lights of thousands of houses and the smoke from cooking are just the best taste in the world.

This is the most humane year that Song Ziyuan has spent since his mother left.

Looking at the table full of sumptuous home-cooked food, he was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Yuan, you're welcome, eat more." He Xiujing enthusiastically poured vegetables into his bowl, which almost piled up into a small hill.

"Well, thank you auntie, I'll do it myself." Song Ziyuan took a sip, his eyes turned red instantly, perhaps because of the connection of emotions, perhaps because of the flashing of memories, even the taste is very similar to his mother's handicraft.

"It's delicious. Auntie's craftsmanship is really... great."

He smiled and stuffed vegetables into his mouth one chopstick after another, but the choked voice and moist eyes made people feel distressed.

Lin Xiyou and He Xiujing looked at each other and understood silently.

"Eat slowly, be careful of the fishbone, I won't snatch it from you, it's all yours." Lin Xiyou interrupted with a smile to ease his emotions.

He Xiujing had also heard about it, and she gently exhorted: "If you like it, come back anytime, and Auntie will cook it for you. Treat this as your own home."

"Yeah!" Song Ziyuan showed a clean smile.

"I heard Xiaoyou said that you are very enthusiastic and helped her a lot in Haishi. Or..." He Xiujing suddenly joked, "You should be your auntie's godson, and I will cook for you every day from now on."

Song Ziyuan, who was feasting, was startled and coughed violently
Son?How can it be done, absolutely impossible.