"you know?"
Later, the maid nodded and confirmed again and again: "The herbicide commonly used in my field has this smell, and the color is right. Don't believe you smell it?"
"It's kind of like... urine?"
"Well. The chemical name is too old, I can't remember, but there is a name you must have heard."
"what?"
"Paraquat."
This is a fast-killing herbicide with contact and certain systemic effects. After taking a small amount, people may not have much reaction at that time, but as time goes by, lung function is gradually impaired, fibrosis, and there is no specific antidote. In other words, this poison is not easy to take. Waiting for death.
Regardless of such a small one, it is more than enough to kill, let alone kill a cat
"Why does this kind of thing happen at home? The two old gardeners usually clean up the weeds by hand, and they haven't heard of any medicine, so how can they..."
"If it is really used for weeding, then you should also buy bottled or canned, large quantity, long use time, and this one in your hand is more like... the packaging of injections."
The small quantity, disposable, transparent glass tube, at first glance, it is taller than ordinary farmers' household paraquat.
"What do you mean by this?"
"I suspect that the tube of paraquat in your hand has been purified, and it is more toxic than ordinary agricultural paraquat! Moreover, it is extremely rare. If there is no certain way, it is difficult to obtain. Who can be so boring and spend a lot of time to kill Angel ?"
"Xiaoqun, you know a lot. I'm all confused..."
"You forgot that I studied agronomy in college? I know a little bit about things related to pesticides, although they are not so comprehensive."
"That's pretty awesome. I'm very worried now. You have the most ideas. Please help figure out how to explain things to you! Please—"
The maid pondered for a moment, "There must be no concealment, it will be discovered sooner or later."
Xiaoya was anxious in a cold sweat: "Will I be expelled? No, I still have a younger brother who wants to go to college, so I can't lose this job."
"Don't panic! Listen to what I have said. Since I can't keep it secret, I just tell my wife Angel is dead. As for the reason... You say so..."
At 8 o'clock in the morning that day, Fang Yaqin came down from the upper floor. Before reaching the dining room, he was shocked by the bad news!
Almost cried out in front of the servant.
The cat was fine yesterday afternoon, how could it die overnight
Fang Yaqin didn't believe it, but when he reacted, she forced her heart to ask why.
The housekeeper only said that the cat ate the dirty things in the trash can.
"what?"
"It looks like a moldy cake."
"like?"
The butler raised his hand and wiped his sweat, "Sorry madam, I am not the first to find Angel."
"Who is that?"
"Two maids."
"Where are they?"
"I'm going to call..."
Fang Yaqin questioned the two immediately, with no doubts.
Finally, she asked: "Where is the cat? Let me have a look."
"Madam, Angel is already in the soil for peace."
For this reason, Fang Yaqin was still sad for a while.
Except for the two maids, no one knew how the cat died.
It took Songgan a week to find out that the cat at home was gone. He heard that he had eaten his stomach. When he was found out, he was out of breath. He didn't ask more about the details.
After all, a lot of things in the company are already annoying enough, so how can you care about a cold pet cat
Song Gan has finished processing the backlog of documents and it is already four o'clock in the afternoon.
The secretary knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Song, it's time to pick up the young man."
Song Gan paused, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and couldn't help but frown, "Didn't it mean that school will be over at five o'clock?"
Secretary: "It will take you half an hour to get to the kindergarten now. Usually the school gate will be surrounded by parents 20 minutes before school is over. If you arrive half an hour earlier, you can just occupy a relatively high position."
"What is this particular?"
No matter if you lean forward or backward, you can receive the child. Who cares how to stand
The secretary considered an unknown reason, and explained patiently: "Usually children want to be the first to see their parents to pick them up, um... You can use this psychology as a show off or a comparison."
The corner of Song Gan's mouth twitched.
What is this comparable? In his opinion, sooner or later, there will be a gap of a few minutes, as for
The secretary smiled: "Anyway, my child strongly asks his dad to run the top three."
"What if you can't get to the top three?"
"The little guy will be angry."
Uh…
"How to get angry?"
The secretary thought for a while, "cry."
Song Gan: "..."
In fact, it's not that he is not familiar with the business. It is really that he has not been a father to somebody for a short time, so roughly it will take about two or three weeks.
A month ago, he didn't know that he still had a five-year-old son.
Therefore, everything has to be learned from scratch. At present, it seems that being a father is more tiring than being a president.
When the president, you are facing a company.
To be a father, you have to face a furry child who can no longer bear.
Tired!
"Let's go." Song Gan took his coat and strode out of the office.
The secretary followed closely.
At half past four, many parents were already standing outside the iron gate of Xingxing Kindergarten.
Before the evening rush hour, the road was not too congested, and Song Gan arrived earlier than expected, so the Da Ma Jin Dao occupied the middle of the front row.
The secretary did not follow and stayed in the car to prevent the traffic police from sticking the ticket.
Therefore, Song Gan was quite at a loss on his own.
He didn't even dare to look back, except for the densely packed faces, he could hardly see anything else.
Raise your wrist to look at the watch for the Nth time, shit!
There are twenty-five minutes...
He pulled his tie a little irritably, and then loosened the first two collar buckles, showing an unruly and unrestrained movement.
For most parents, Song Gan is a fresh face.
This man is in a suit, tall and tall, and the watch is also a six-figure brand-name product. He exudes a sense of extravagance from the inside out. Standing in the crowd, it is just too prominent.
"Hey, boy, are you here to pick up the baby too?" The old man in white sweatshirt and plywood slippers shook his big pu fan and asked with a smile.
Song Gan couldn't react for a while: "... Are you talking to me?"
"of course!"
"Yes, I will pick up the child."
"I can't see that you still have this kind of heart. It's really commendable. These years, there are not many fathers like you who do the work by yourself. Like my son-in-law, he runs business all day long, or he is on a business trip. Time to pick up the kids."
Songgan had a meal, thoughtfully: "What about the child's mother?"
"Hey! It's all the same, busy making money! The child spends more time with grandma and grandfather than his parents than his parents, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Even the parent meeting is held by me and the old woman in turn."
Song Gan suddenly became interested, most of his impetuosity faded: "Is the child kissing his parents?"
The old man waved his hand and shook his head: "What kiss? Last time his dad walked away for half a year, when he came back, the child didn't recognize him anymore. He was called uncle! But he made my son-in-law angry. From then on, he I also try not to arrange business trips and at least meet my children every day."
Song Gan nodded: "What children need most is companionship."
"That's why I said you're pretty good boy! Take time to pick up the kids. But, I don't seem to have seen you before, right?"
"Ok."
"That's right. It may be a little difficult to wait at first, especially in this hot day, the most boring! But after a period of time, it's okay to slowly adapt."
Twenty-five minutes, the old man was basically eloquent and talkative. Song Gan played the role of the audience most of the time, accumulating a lot of experience and benefiting a lot.
At five o'clock, school ends on time.
Wei Xiaole stood wiltingly in the team, listlessly, and the female classmate next to him pulled his little hand, but he also avoided it in disgust.
Female classmate: Humph! Who is not a small official
Wei Xiaole pouted, girls are the most annoying, but Ma Ma is the exception...
Well!
He started to want to kiss his mother again...
Teacher: "Everyone is in line, and the door will be opened in one minute. Please use your eyes to find out where your parents are, OK?"
"Okay~" the little milky voice was brushed.
Wei Xiaole inadvertently raised his eyes and saw a familiar figure.
In fact, he wasn't too familiar, so he had been his father for a few weeks.
Song Gan also saw Xiong's son.
Wei Xiaole's facial features are like him, but his skin is as white as his mother, and it seems to be reflecting in the sun. He is tall, with awkwardly long legs, and very delicate.
The eyes face each other, one big and one small.
Song Gan took the lead with a smile, showing the sunny side as much as possible.
Wei Xiaole hooked the corners of her mouth, actually twitching slightly—
The man laughed ugly and sullenly.
Song Gan, who was disliked by his son: [I smiled ignorantly]
The door opened, and the little peas rushed to the arms of the parents. Not to mention, the scene was quite spectacular.
Song Gan received his son and walked in the direction of the car.
Wei Xiaole threw him away, pouting his mouth, with a look of dissatisfaction: "Where is my mother?"
Song Gan's face suddenly sank, "Will you not add a title before speaking?"
Wei Xiaole pursed his lips and hummed both lightly and heavily, showing that he was not convinced.
"Without a title, how do you know who you are asking?"
"I'm asking you."
Song Gan: "Who am I?"
The little guy just sullenly called "Dad".
Song Gan was satisfied, "continuously said."
Wei Xiaole frowned: "Are you annoying? Such a big person is more naive than me at the same table!"
"Are you at the same table?"
"A chubby girl who loves stinky beauty and wears pink and says that she is a sleeping beauty."
Song Gan: "..." My son has a really big vocabulary and his logic is really clear, ha ha.
"Okay, then I'll even say it," the little guy took a deep breath, with a bit of tolerance for morale, "Dad, what about my mom?"
"She went to Jingping and has not returned yet."
"When are you coming back?"
"do not know."
Wei Xiaole curled his lips and was silent for a moment, "Then I won't have to follow you when she comes back, right?"
"Wrong! You are my son, and the guardianship is in my hands."
"But I want to follow my mother..."
Song Gan's face condensed: "No way."
"Bad! I don't want to follow you!"
"There is no choice, she gave up."
"You lied! My mother won't leave me behind, it must be you—"
"how do I?"
"You, you snatched me over!"
Song Gan's complexion was even more ugly.
Seeing this, the female secretary in the car hurriedly opened the door and raised a warm smiling face, "Little master, did you have fun at school today? Your father said, I want to take you to McDangdang."
Wei Xiaole blinked and looked up at Song Gan, asking if his eyes were true
Song Gan picked him up, put him in the back seat, and sat in with him, "If you don't make trouble."
"Oh, then I won't make trouble." Sit down nicely.
It's useless to make trouble anyway, Ma Ma is still in Jingping and never came back... Of course, eating McDangdang is more important, hehe!
Song Gan: "..." My son is so dull
How did that damn woman teach
After eating the McDangdang, Wei Xiaole patted his belly and was satisfied~
Song Gan held his son in one hand and answered the phone with the other, "Hey, who?"
"Ms. Song, this is Chu Yujiang, do you have time to meet?"
"Chu... Yujiang?"
"You may not know me, but you should be familiar with Liu Ye, right?"
Song Gan suddenly became cautious, "What is the order of the sixth master?"
Although MT Finance does not have close contacts with Quan Hanting’s Phaeton like Mingda Group and Valin Electronics, it is necessary to deal with Phaeton in Ningcheng, and Phaeton’s status and the strength of the person in charge make everyone fearful at the same time. , It is necessary to give some face.
Before Song Yuanshan gave up his position, he had been in contact with Phaeton, and Song Gan had relatively little contact, so he did not catch a cold with the name "Chu Yujiang" in the first place.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Fang mentioned "Quan Liu Ye", no matter how dull he was, no matter how ignorant he was, he instantly understood it.
Chu Yujiang: "I can't afford to be told, but I have a few questions I want to ask."
"What about...?"
"Song Lin." Chu Yujiang followed the meeting address in the newspaper.
"... Okay, I'll come right now."
After finishing the call, Song Gan put away his mobile phone, "Tian Hui, you send Xiaole back."
The little hands grasping his two fingers tightened suddenly, "Where are you going?" There was an obvious tension in the dark eyes.
Song Gan squatted down: "Hey, Dad has something to deal with."
"So you left me here?!" The little guy stared in disbelief.
Sometimes Song Gan couldn't understand why a five-year-old kid could change so many expressions
Aggrieved, decadent, unhappy, unhappy...
Switch at any time without pressure.
"I didn't ask Tian Hui to take you home? Why did I call you to leave you here?"
"... Ma Ma is right, you are an irresponsible big soul."
puff-
Secretary Tian couldn't help but laughed.
Song Gan glanced at her coldly.
Tian Hui hold back!
"You take good care of your child and send it home safely to the nanny."
"I see, Mr. Song."
Inside: Hahahaha...
Song Gan took a taxi and left the car to the secretary to take Xiong's son home.
Wei Xiaole stood on the steps in front of McDonald's door, with watery eyes, as if he could cry in the next second.
Tian Hui hurriedly held his little hand and said, "Xiao Le, good aunt, will take you home. Your father will be back when you finish your homework."
"Auntie, there is no homework in the kindergarten."
"Uh… "
"Then aunt will play with you for a while? Waiting for your father to come back?"
"No, I can play by myself, you are an aunt, and there is a generation gap with children."
"..." Auntie suffered 10,000 critical hits.
"Auntie, are you saying that my dad is a daddy?"
"This..." Tian Hui's head was sweating, "It's hard to tell." After all, it's his immediate boss, and he will die if he says bad things.
Wei Xiaole: "I heard you smile just now."
"..."
"Oh, you adults are all cheating paper! You know that coaxing children is too unethical."
"..." There was nothing to say.
"Let's go, don't you want to take me home?"
"Oh!"
"Would you like to buy me a cone again, Auntie? The dessert station is right next to it. It's very close. You don't have to walk at all. Okay? Okay?"
"Good, good." Mao's child is a creature, the old aunt can't stand it at all when it is coquettish!
…
Municipal Public Security Bureau, Criminal Police Brigade.
trial room.
"...Li Wenjin, I'll ask again, is there anyone behind the scenes?!" This time, a middle-aged policeman changed his voice and his eyes were sharp. Just a few words can make people tremble, and the heart trembles.
Unfortunately, the man opposite was indifferent.
Compared to when she was arrested two days ago, Li Wenjin looked a lot more haggard, her face was pale, her beard was shaggy, and the red blood in her eyes had not disappeared.
He has not slept well for two days.
The police kept changing and questioning him, and he didn't get a rest at all.
"No..." When he opened his mouth, his throat was dry and dumb, like a torn bellows, his Adam's apple rolled lightly, "I did it by myself without any instructions behind the scenes."
"why?"
"I want to retaliate against the Shen family."
Li Wenjin himself couldn't count how many times he answered the same questions.
The middle-aged policeman got up and left.
"Trouble... Could you give me a glass of water?"
"Endure!"
Li Wenjin tugged at the corners of his mouth. His lips were white because of dryness. With this action, a bloody mouth was opened. He stretched out his tongue and licked it off, and an iron smell filled his mouth instantly.
The middle-aged policeman went outside, his face was completely exposed: "It's a hard bone!"
"We have rotated more than a dozen people, do you want to continue?"
"continue."
"Can you do this..." the young policeman hesitated.
"Don't worry, you have taken care of it. If you want to give him a bit of hardship, you can save his life. Even if something goes wrong, there is still a tall guy around, and it won't affect you and me."
The young policeman got this guarantee, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "I understand."
Twenty minutes later, they went home again together.
"Still not explaining?"
"Is there really no behind-the-scenes instructions? He did it all alone?"
Everyone looked at each other.
To say that the mouth is hard, but this person's mouth is too hard.
True or false, they have been completely confused.
In silence, the landline rang.
"Hey... OK, you said... Yes..." The middle-aged policeman's eyes were sharp, "I see."
call ended.
"Team Sun, what's the situation?"
"Are there instructions from above?"
"Who did this guy offend? It's also miserable enough, not even convicted of homicide, and tortured, not respected at all..."
"You are still too young! How can a murderer pay attention to respect or disrespect? That is what it deserves!"
"Okay!" The middle-aged policeman, the man known as the "Team Sun" coldly scolded, "There's no end?! It's all the fucking shut up for Lao Tzu! Immediately call the second and third teams, change clothes, fuck you guys. "
"do what?"
"Of course it is behind the scenes! The deflated calf hides deep enough..."
At eleven o'clock that night, the Second Criminal Police Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau surrounded a night scene.
The owner of the night club thought he was here to check the venue, so he didn't dare to neglect, so he hurriedly invited people in. Hey, these are all raw faces. Could it be that he will end up in the second half of his life
Every step was sweating, the boss didn't dare to do a little action, all of them were armed police, armed with guns!
"Which private room is Song Rin in?"
"..."
"answer!"
The boss reacted, "Song Shao? Are you here to catch him?"
"Don't talk nonsense, lead the way!"
"Yes, yes, please..." The boss sighed greatly relieved, screaming~ It's better not to catch him.
Moonlight private room in lotus pond.
The loud music stopped abruptly when the police broke in.
A group of people were quickly subdued, and one by one squatted into the corner with their heads.
After a quick investigation, "Report! Song Rin was not found!"
"No?! How could it be possible?!"
"That..." the boss said weakly, "This private room has a back door that leads directly to the street outside..."
"chase!"
When Song Rin was surrounded by the night field, he quickly reacted, fled through the back door, and quickly disappeared into the night.
At this time, the Song family was also not peaceful.
The third criminal police team ambushed all around the villa, leaving only the captain inside to negotiate with the Song family.
From the outside, it was as calm and peaceful as ever.
"Comrade police, what do you mean?!" Song Yuanshan said angrily.
Hearing this, Sun Hao ignored it. After a few gestures were completed, he turned his head and looked at Song Yuanshan: "As you can see, arrest the suspect and bring him to justice."
"Where is there any suspect here?!"
"Song Rin is your son, right?"
"Are you here to catch him?"