Bai Qingyu...
Mo Beiyan said the name silently in his heart again.
Not only the name is the same, but even the temperament and eyes are very similar to that person. At first glance, it seemed that Song Qingyu was still standing in front of him alive.
Mo Beiyan knew very well in his heart that this was impossible. That person was already dead, and he died right in front of his eyes.
Thinking of the strangeness of Song Qingyu's death, Mo Beiyan's eyes deepened suddenly, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
At this moment, a male voice that was as clear as spring water suddenly sounded behind him, "Uncle!"
It's Lu Nianzhen.
His nephew.
Mo Beiyan slowly loosened his fist, turned around and put his hands in his trouser pockets, with a three-pointed uninhibited seven-pointedness, as if the tension in the moment had never happened before, walked towards Lu Nianzhen, and left a sentence. : "I hope you can enter the second round of selection."
Song Qingyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the cool and handsome young man not far away, and recognized him as Lu Nianzhen, a school grass and learning tyrant. What's interesting is that Lu Nianzhen happened to be the male god of Bai Qingyu's stupid girl.
Unexpectedly, he was Mo Beiyan's nephew.
Oh, the world is really small.
However, it should have nothing to do with her.
After Song Qingyu left, Mo Beiyan and Lu Nianzhen had a brief chat. The bell rang in class, and Lu Nianzhen took his clothes and left. Mo Beiyan turned and returned to the car.
Bai Qingyu's eyebrows unconsciously appeared in his mind, and then he recalled the face that belonged to Song Qingyu.
Bai Qingyu tried very hard to lose weight, sweat on his forehead. What he saw just now was a fat man as big as Bai Qingyu, doing lap training hard. This training is a thing that requires perseverance, and it is impossible to do without willpower.
In this regard, it is also very similar to Song Qingyu, who is a very hard man.
With such a similar temperament, coupled with Bai Qingyu's understatement but determination that cannot be ignored, with the eyes of Mo Beiyan, this Bai Qingyu model is only one step away from losing weight!
He took out his cell phone and made a call, and ordered: "As long as Bai Qingyu can make it to the finals, sign her into the company."
He wanted to see how much energy was hidden in that little body
It is said that the fat man is a potential stock. After a week of persistence, Song Qingyu found that he was not so breathless when he started running. Obviously, the body has adapted a lot.
I didn't lose much weight on the scale, but after a week of hard work, I looked at my body in the full-length mirror. I squeezed my body and felt tighter than before. Song Qingyu was still satisfied.
To be a model, you must keep your figure. Being thin is not enough. If your body is not healthy, your skin will be loose. Song Qingyu is very clear that what he does running and borrowing sports equipment is just to lay the foundation.
Laying a good foundation and having a healthy body is the first step. Shaping still needs professional fitness equipment, so she needs to go to the gym.
On Saturday and Sunday, Song Qingyu secretly left home and went to the gym.
Because of his rich experience in shaping in his previous life, Song Qingyu did not go to the large class with a fitness instructor. Instead, he picked the right equipment for himself and began to use local fitness equipment to lose weight. type.
After exercising for nearly two hours, Song Qingyu found that he was a little dizzy. This body was actually a little weaker, and it would have a counterproductive effect in a short time, and she had to stop and rest.
The smell of sweat in the gym was so great that Song Qingyu decided to go outside to get some breath.
There is an open-air garden behind this gym with a very unique landscape.
At this time, there was no one in the garden. Song Qingyu chose a slightly concealed position to sit down, leaning on the pillar and closing her eyes to relieve exhaustion.
Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps on the corner of the corridor, and helpless voices: "Uncle, you treat me as a god, and there is no evidence. If you say that she was murdered, let me put the coffin in a conclusive conclusion. How can I convince the crowd?"
Song Qingyu opened his eyes quickly, and looked over there vigilantly.
"I need time! Time! Uncle Mo, you do well, Song Qingyu's release from prison is already very low-key..."
When he mentioned his name, Song Qingyu's heart shuddered.
"Yes, yes, I know she did very well in prison, she should not have suicidal tendencies when she finally gained freedom, but the case is about evidence!"
The voice was a little far away, obviously walking in the other direction, and Song Qingyu frowned and followed.
This matter has something to do with her. She wants to figure out that if someone does not believe that she committed suicide, it means that someone is investigating the case. Isn't it the same as her goal
Song Qingyu’s case of jumping off the building has human evidence, as well as the autograph of the deceased. It looks like this case is a normal suicide case.
There are people who don't believe her besides her client. Song Qingyu is eager to know who this person is and what purpose will she help her for
Uncle Mo, there aren't many Jiang Cheng surnamed Mo, so maybe that's the one, right
Following the man talking on the phone, he walked out of the gym, Song Qingyu drove a car and followed him, and found that he got off the car and entered a coffee shop. Song Qingyu also followed in, and when he entered the door, he obviously felt that Yingbin was dismissive of himself.
She didn't care about these eyes, found a place and sat down.
This location is good. When you are attentive, you can hear the conversation behind. Song Qingyu casually orders a cup of coffee and listens to the conversation behind.
"Yan Jinkuan, the more you live, the more you go back."
Song Qingyu, a slightly familiar voice, thought for a while, and made sure he had heard it.
"Why do you have this idea?" This is the voice Song Qingyu heard before, that is, Yan Jinkuan.
Yan Jinkuan, why is this name so familiar
Yan Jinkuan responded with two words: "Feeling."
Yan Jin sighed exaggeratedly: "Don't tell me, do you still have that thought? To me, she is not the only woman in this world..."
"To shut up!"
Song Qingyu always feels familiar with the two words cold and sharp, she knows who this uncle Mo is!
Suddenly, I felt a cold in the back of my neck.
She raised her head and met a pair of deep eyes. An expressionless man with sharp facial features carved with a knife stood in front of her, with a deep domineering imperceptibly, even if Song Qingyu lived for two lives, he felt that sitting in front of him was too weak.
She calmed down and beckoned: "What a coincidence, Master Mo!"
That's right, the uncle Mo who met Yan Jinkuan is Mo Beiyan!
Mo Beiyan stared at Song Qingyu with cold eyes, and asked faintly: "Is it a coincidence, or is it intentional?"