"Really?" Song Kaifeng had old eyes, "Who was the man standing next to you that day?"
Shen Hou raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed, and he retracted his hand, stood up straight, and lowered his attacking posture, "It turns out that your entanglement is here. Actually, there is no need to go in such a big circle. You want to know, just go straight to me, why bother So much effort, so much preparation? Anyway, there is nothing shameful..."
The old man choked in his throat.
However, Shen Hou said to himself: "I think you know what I did before."
Song Kaifeng twisted his eyebrows abruptly, and dark eyes flashed across his eyes.
If Shen Hou-zhuang hadn’t seen it, his tone remained unchanged: "That person is the bodyguard supervisor of Honey. He has a wide network, many ways, and well-informed. He happened to know me again. In that situation, he was the only person I could ask for help. ."
"Fortunately, the old man is nostalgic. He didn't turn his face away from acknowledging people because I was out of the'honey'. He helped the two children without telling them. He also rushed to the hospital with me to confirm the safety of the two children. ?"
Reasonable and blameless.
Shen Hun said everything by himself, so what questions can he have
In the end, "...Since you have stepped into the door of my Song family, those messy relationships that you used to have should be broken. Interpersonal relationships should also be managed selectively, removing the dross and leaving only the essence."
Shen Wei looked down and nodded in a humble posture, but in his drooping eyes there was a cluster of cold flames, not blazing, not hot, just infiltrating and evil.
Song Kaifeng said earnestly and earnestly: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about the two children. They are the eldest grandchildren of my Song family, and they will inevitably show up in this circle in the future, socializing and socializing. If you are attacked by gossip because of you, Do you bear it?"
After Shen Wei listened, his eyebrows that were originally sarcasm loosened, Song Kaifeng saw everything in his eyes.
"I... ... "
"Okay," the old man preemptively said, "you can think about it for yourself, don't make a decision that you will regret in the future."
Shen Xu left the study thoughtfully.
Seeing the woman's slightly heavy footsteps and no longer stubborn back, Song Kaifeng was satisfied. He thought that the purpose of today's conversation had been achieved, and even for the two children, she should be restrained in the future.
As everyone knows, the praying mantis catches the cicadas and thinks he has a good harvest, but ignores the oriole in ambush behind him.
Back in the west yard, Shen Hun asked Aunt Yang to help look at the two younger ones, while she herself turned around and went into the bedroom under the pretext of changing clothes, and dropped the lock easily.
Shen Wei suppressed the excitement in his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and found a hidden application. The icon was a headset, and there was a string of English underneath—E**esdrop (**)!
Touch with your fingertips, click to open, and at the same time turn on the Bluetooth function, Shen Hou flips out the earphones and puts them on.
After a burst of electric current, there was a faint voice of people talking, but it was too small to hear clearly.
Shen Hun was not in a hurry. She began to adjust the data. After several attempts, she finally heard a clear conversation.
"... Then how did she answer?" Zhong Yuhong's voice.
"She said no." Song Kaifeng.
"What are you going to do next? Say in advance that you can't hurt the two children. They are my life now, and they won't be able to touch them!"
"Look at what you are talking about?! It is your attitude that has caused the dilemma of today's rat avoidance..."
Shen Hou took off the earphones and didn't listen anymore. She didn't care much about comparing her to a "mouse" on the other end.
Just now in the study, Shen Hou held the edge of the table with both hands, and at that time, she silently glued the equipment under the table.
As for the bowl of bird's nest that was not rejected, it was just to give her enough reason to stay in the main house until Song Kaifeng came back, and then asked her for questioning and took her into the study.
Every step is in Shen Hou's calculations.
Half an hour later, the three called: "Can the equipment be used?"
"Yes. I will automatically save the content of the conversation I got, and then use the form of mobile phone audio to send my hair to your phone every three hours. I try my best to stare at it, but I cannot guarantee that I will be there at all times. Therefore, after you get the audio, you need to perform a second screening to ensure that there is no important information that is missed."
"Yes!"
In the evening, the main house called for dinner.
Shen Hun took the two children and went back to the West Yard when he was ready to eat.
The atmosphere on the table is not particularly bad, but it is not good enough. Silence is the main thing, with suffocating depression.
"Hey, grandma picks up some vegetables, eat more..." Zhong Yuhong said, adding a piece of sweet and sour pork to the little girl's bowl.
Qingqing did not hold the chopsticks proficiently, and was barely able to do it himself, but as he ate and sprinkled, a circle of white rice grains soon fell around the rice bowl.
Song Kaifeng frowned. He was the most disciplined. He paid attention to the "food not talking and sleeping". Naturally, he couldn't bear this kind of inelegant eating, even if he was a child under three years old.
Zhong Yuhong saw the dissatisfaction on his face, and she spoke before Song Kaifeng, and told the servant: "Go to the kitchen and get a small spoon, no metal."
"Yes."
Soon, the spoon was handed to the little girl, Zhong Yuhong smiled and said: "Guybao, we don't use chopsticks, can we use a spoon?"
"It's not good... You have to pick up vegetables, but the spoon can't..."
Zhong Yuhong's face was awkward.
Shen Hou just bowed his head to eat, quiet and duty-bound, as if he didn't know what was happening in front of him.