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The moonlight is gentle, and the person in front of her is also gentle, but I know too much, and I see through the deception under the gentleness, so I am out of place.

Fu Ying watched the neon recede outside the car window, felt the soft evening breeze blowing in from the window, and tried hard to clear her head, not thinking about the phone message that she just glanced at.

Even if the current tenderness is false, he just wants to enjoy it for a while longer.

The Canon in the car was ding-ding-dong-dong, Fu Ying looked at Zhong Qiu for a while, and asked aloud: "Is it true that the Canon is played on a loop in the car all the time? Have you never gotten tired of listening to it?"

"No, there are actually other discs, but they are all my mother's favorite songs." Zhong Qiu reached out and clicked on the stereo, and the piano sound in the stereo stopped abruptly, turning into a soothing prelude to music.

The voice of the mezzo-soprano flowed out slowly, and Fu Ying felt familiar when he heard it. He smiled: "It's really a song that I would listen to at home when I was young."

"My mother would play songs when she was alone at home. Every time I came home from school, I could hear the music at the door." He paused and sighed, "Every time I heard it, it was like my mother Just wait until I get home."

Fu Ying turned her head to look out of the window, and said softly, "You can use a bluetooth speaker and turn it on on your mobile phone when you get home, so that you can hear the music when you are at the door."

"I might think about it before, but now I don't need it anymore." Zhong Qiu smiled, reached out to hold Fu Ying's hand hanging beside her, and said softly: "When I think of you waiting for me at home, I can't even think about going to work." No, I just want to go home."

Let him hold her hand without taking it out, Fu Ying still looked out of the window: "I am the boss and I am not serious about my work, let Feng Qing hear this, be careful that he resigns."

"It's just you and me here, how could there be a third person overhearing it." Zhong Qiu glanced at the time and asked, "What do you want to do tomorrow? Do you want to follow me to the company?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "No, it's too tiring to go out, it's better to stay at home." He yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Then hold on for a while, and you'll be home soon." Zhong Qiu reached out and touched Fu Ying's face, "Don't fall asleep in the car, be careful of catching a cold."

Fu Ying responded, but still closed her eyes and fell asleep, not wanting to look at anything.

The car quickly returned to the community, Fu Ying opened her eyes the moment the car stopped, waiting for Zhong Qiu to get off the car and hug herself into the wheelchair.The two of them took the elevator upstairs, and Zhong Qiu's cell phone rang once, but he glanced at it and didn't answer it, and Fu Ying didn't mean to ask.

After tidying up and lying on the bed, Zhong Qiu helped Fu Ying draw the curtains, sat on the edge of the bed, touched the dark circles under his eyes and said, "Didn't rest well because of the uncomfortable legs these two days?"

"It's not that the legs are uncomfortable." Fu Ying leaned on the pillow and squeezed her legs, and said softly, "It's because the legs are injured, and the sleeping position can only be lying flat, so I can't sleep well."

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Qiu: "It's very late too, you have to get some rest after cleaning up."

"Hurry me up?" Zhong Qiu bent down, and the foreheads of the two touched. Fu Ying couldn't help but smiled and hid back, but the surname Zhong pressed on every step until Fu Ying's back was against the head of the bed, and there was nowhere to go. Can escape, and then stopped.

The breath of the two blended together, the warm yellow bedside lamp fell on his body, Zhong Qiu saw the shadow cast by Fu Ying's eyelashes shaking, his heart softened, he didn't want to force him too much, so he slowly loosened his grip Fu Ying's hand.

But at this moment, Fu Ying took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, shortening the distance between the two of them.

The lips touched for the first time, Zhong Qiu hugged his waist not to dare to move, and Fu Ying didn't follow up after taking the initiative.

The room was quiet, and the shadows on the wall also merged together, and it took a long time to separate.

"Whether to kiss or not, I'm anxious to see." Fu Ying pushed Zhong Qiu away and lay down, but she didn't dare to look at him and looked away.

Zhong Qiu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and suddenly said: "You are not called kissing, your lips are stuck together, and you are motionless, I thought you suddenly pressed pause."

He held Fu Ying's hand and squeezed it, then teased and asked, "Is this still the first relative?"

"I don't think you have moved. Are you also a relative for the first time?" Fu Ying asked back.

Zhong Qiu didn't speak, just bent down and pinched Fu Ying's chin, the two looked at each other, Fu Ying quickly closed it again, leaving only the stimulation on his lips.

Even though the initiative at the beginning was just to numb the other party, but the temptation is not fake, the liking in her heart cannot deceive herself, so Fu Ying's hand slowly wrapped her arms around Zhong Qiu's neck, allowing herself to deepen the kiss.

After the kiss was over, Zhong Qiu hugged Fu Ying and refused to let go, pecking his cheek and forehead lightly repeatedly, making Fu Ying itchy and funny, she dodged left and right and pushed him: "Stop kissing, it's so itchy."

Zhong Qiu buried his head in his shoulder and said sullenly, "My beard is cleanly shaved, it doesn't prick at all."

"I didn't say it was your beard that pricked me." Fu Ying pushed him: "Okay, it's too late, you have to go back to rest, and you have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhong Qiu propped up his body, looked at him fixedly and asked, "Then when can I rest here?"

Fu Ying was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reacted and said with a chuckle, "I always want to sneak into my room, why didn't I go to your place to rest?"

"Then go now." Zhong Qiu made a gesture to hug him, Fu Ying quickly pressed his shoulder: "Stop making trouble."

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Fu Ying took his hand and said, "Let me get used to it slowly, give me a little more time, okay..."

Zhong Qiu thought he understood his entanglement and hesitation, and immediately said softly: "I know, no one is urging you, you just need to relax and be yourself when you're with me."

"I..." Fu Ying hesitated to speak, and nodded after a long silence, "I see."

Zhong Qiu smiled and kissed his forehead: "Don't be in a hurry, we will have a long time to come, don't be in a hurry."

Hearing the door was closed, Fu Ying closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping, and curled up little by little under the quilt, leaving only a little black hair outside.

The mobile phone was turned on under the quilt, and the halfway through the file jumped out directly. Fu Ying looked at the above content, and the light from the screen reflected his cold face, which was completely different from the shyness just now.

The two couples who sold the house to themselves were indeed liars, but the sick child lying in bed was not a fake. The document Su Jiaojiao gave said that the real parents of the child received an anonymous donation to the child after they bought the house. Surgery can be regarded as the right use of the money, and I didn't lie to myself.

There is a problem with the source of the house, it is already obvious who the real owner is, and Zhong Qiu has long known his identity.

Fu Ying pursed her lips, clicked on the second file sent by Su Jiaojiao, and a photo popped up instantly made him startled and frowned.

He slid down and found that it was a photo of people who had been in and out of a second-hand car factory in the past, which seemed to be cut from a high-definition camera.

Her fingers paused, Fu Ying felt a bad feeling in her heart, but she continued to slide, but she stopped halfway down and looked at the man wearing a peaked cap in the photo on the screen.

Although she didn't wear the overalls she wore when she came to her house to install the door, her figure and most of her face exposed were enough for Fu Ying to be sure that she was the lock changer she met that day.

Fu Ying stared at the photo and didn't move. She obviously didn't think about anything, but her mind was as colorful as fireworks.

The idea that Zhong Qiu had originally suspected that the car accident was directed and acted by himself reappeared, everything that happened that day was rewinded, and the frame was fixed on the hand that Zhong Qiu handed him the coat.

During the long silence, the phone screen suddenly went dark.

The change of light brought Fu Ying back to her senses. She unlocked the phone again and enlarged the photo. According to the name repeatedly mentioned in Feng Qing's phone chat records, Fu Ying saved the photo and added the name Zhuang Chuan.

He continued to scroll down, and the last photo was marked red by Su Jiaojiao, and the photo of the perpetrator Zhen Kechun was written underneath.

Behind it is Zhen Kechun's identity information.

It is not much different from Fu Ying's thoughts. People who are willing to take on this kind of work generally owe usury, and the repayment deadline is coming soon, but they have no formal work and no income.

But even if there is a job, the hole of usury will definitely not be filled.

Fu Ying's hand continued to slide down, and she saw two blurry photos. Although she could only see two people sitting at a table in a roadside restaurant, Su Jiaojiao had already drawn a circle and marked the two people's faces. identity.

One is Zhen Kechun, and the other is Zhong Xu's uncle Cao Lishu.

After Fu Ying read the entire document, she sent a message back to Su Jiaojiao.

Fu Ying: Has Zhen Kechun contacted anyone else?

Su Jiaojiao: No, he was very careful to avoid loan sharks, and hardly had any contact with anyone. It was not until a while before the accident that he got in touch with Cao Lishu.

Su Jiaojiao: What?Do you have any other suspects?

Fu Ying paused, and sent Zhuang Chuan's photo.

Fu Ying: Check this person, his name is Zhuang Chuan, other information is unknown.Be careful, get out immediately if something happens.

Su Jiaojiao: OK~

Su Jiaojiao: In addition, the address you asked me to check is a teahouse next to an old community, where old men and women play mahjong. It seems that there is nothing special about it.

Fu Ying: "Got it."

After transferring a sum of money to Su Jiaojiao, Fu Ying distributed another sum of money and sent it to Jin Laowu's account.

Golden Fifth:?What are you doing?

Fu Ying: Before going to the second-hand car factory tomorrow, please do me a favor and meet someone instead of me.And you need to simply pretend.

He sent the address of the teahouse directly, and attached Su Jiaojiao's investigation results.

Fu Ying: Wear headphones, monitors and tape recorders.

Jin Laowu: Do you want to broadcast live for you?All right, but you transferred too much money, so you don't need so much.

Fu Ying: No, just treat it as a confidentiality fee for you. Remember to change clothes after the meeting and pick me up at Zhong's Building. Remember to drive a taxi and be careful.

Golden Fifth: Got it.

Putting down the phone, her eyes were dry and uncomfortable looking at the screen in the dark, Fu Ying blinked, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.Wanting to turn over, but not wanting to be peeped by the camera in the corner, he could only wrap his head in a quilt tightly with his head down.

Did Zhong Qiu plan the whole car accident, or did he know about the car accident in advance, but still lent himself the coat?He originally wanted the car to hit him to death, but suddenly changed his mind, and he still had other plans...

Fu Ying suddenly realized that she was looking for reasons for Zhong Qiu's behavior, and she was subconsciously making excuses for him.The self who only thinks of the bad in everything is actually longing for that little good possibility.

But isn't there no proof now?The tenderness and temperature in the embrace that day made Fu Ying too sentimental. He grasped the last unconfirmed possible struggle, took a deep breath, turned on the phone again, found one from the contacts, and opened the chat box.

Fu Ying: Are you there?I have a job tomorrow, are you free to pick it up?

The other party responded quickly, and Fu Ying immediately explained the details with a slight finger movement.After arranging everything, Fu Ying completely lost sleepiness. He looked at the darkness, his heart was full of bitterness but he couldn't express it. He could only open his eyes until dawn, thinking about what he should do next.

When Zhong Qiu pushed open the door the next day, he saw Fu Ying sitting on the bed in pajamas with red eyes and reaching out her hand to him.

"My legs are a little uncomfortable, can you give me a hug?"