Chapter 122 Investigation

Song Mu's microblog is full of irrelevant developments, such as daily sharing or food punch-in and handsome boy collection. There is no trace of chess. And the only thing that can be related is the latest development-taking part in the competition for the first time, please give your predecessors your advice! ! "What do you think is a little girl movie, so a person who eats, drinks and has fun all day can play chess?" According to Chen suddenly set his eyebrows, he stared at Song Mu's selfie on the screen with skeptical eyes, with an expression of disgust and contempt. He couldn't believe that this person in front of him was the candidate named by Fu Lao himself. Even once suspected that Song Mu used some improper means to win this reference opportunity. "Knock, knock-" A knock on the door outside the door interrupted Yi Chen's thoughts and was forced to pull him back to reality, suddenly returning to absolute being. "Master, Miss Song's information has been found." The assistant pushed the door and entered with an extra folder in his hand. I have to say that the efficiency is quite high. It can be checked upside down in less than an hour. The result surprised Yichen. According to the usual want to check a person, because is not a big shot, so basically half an hour, 40 minutes to save can solve, but Song Mu is not a little guy, according to his idea it will take at least half a day to get to the bottom. The speed can be so fast, can't help but let Yi Chen's heart inexplicably worried. "Tell me, what have you found?" Yi Chen leaned against the leather seat, his hands folded against his chin, half empty staring at the folder in front of him, as if he were calculating something. "Well... Miss Song is currently a university student. Mr. Gu Lao recognized her as a granddaughter. She and these young masters in Aaron family are very concerned. They usually eat and go shopping, nothing special." The assistant frowned slightly, looking a little embarrassed. The palm of my hand holding the folder was sweating, and my eyes flashed several times in succession. I don't know how to open my mouth. Just as Yi Chen was worried, Song Mu could find very little information, all of which were trivial things in life, and the assistant believed that his young master didn't like to hear this nonsense. Isn't this a clear search for scolding? At this moment, he is understanding how to write the word "helpless". "Are there any experiences and awards in the competition, or are there any connections with some people with backgrounds except Aaron family?" According to the morning seemed a little impatient, endured the tumbling emotions in my heart, trying to resolve the anger. Listening to yourself for half a day is equivalent to listening to loneliness. It is full of unnecessary information, which is really annoying. "No, according to the information we have so far, Miss Song is just an ordinary college student." This sentence with a slightly positive tone immediately made Yi Chen's heart cheerful, happy, worried mood on his face swept away, replaced by the same self-confidence as before, looking down on Song Mu's expression. The change with a difference of 108,000 miles was realized in just a few seconds, which is really an eye-opener. "I knew this person was a little girl film with no ability, and now it seems that it is true. In this case, there is nothing to worry about. She has nothing to praise except her good looks." After confirming that Song Mu did not pose any threat to himself, Yichen returned to his previous high position. Tomorrow's competition will definitely be won. This is no doubt. A vase player does not need to spend energy and time on himself. * On the other side, Song Mu had no idea that his family had been turned upside down. He lay leisurely on his soft big bed and brushed his microblog calmly, as if he were automatically shielding everything from the outside world. He was indifferent and immersed in his own world. "It's too boring. If I go on like this, it is estimated that I will grow mildew." Song Mu Ang's head screamed, his eyes closed and he looked like there was no love in life. The mobile phone he had provided like a baby was like a useless plank brick at this time. He threw it aside and then rolled up on the bed. "Gollulu-" Song Mu's stomach sent out a distress signal at this time. He didn't intend to take care of it, but it kept shouting like a devil, and seemed to stop until he reached his goal. "Think like this, it seems that I haven't eaten a bite since the press conference. It's really strange. How did I persist until now, but I still don't feel anything." Thought of here, Song Mu's heart can't help but have a kind of admiration for himself. If this matter had been placed before, he would have shouted to Gu Jingxiu to eat delicious food, but the "Manchu-Han banquet" was also indispensable. Can't stand the torture of hunger, Song Mu crept to the door, carefully opened the door, just leaned out a small head to observe the "enemy situation", looking around. The dark opaque corridor can only hear its heartbeat plop plop, strong impact, and the only source of light is Song Mu's mobile phone flashlight. At this time, Song Mu is like a ghost without feet. There is no sound when walking. The cat moves forward with its waist. Sweat can be vaguely seen on its nervous forehead. What I don't know is that it is a thief lurking in. Cautious all the way, smoothly came to the kitchen, Song Mu couldn't wait to open the refrigerator, his eyes seemed to be braving the golden light, like 800 years haven't eaten, delighted, trying to suppress the small joy in his heart. "I just want to eat dessert. Tiramisu cake is just to my liking." A refrigerator full of food satisfies Song Mu's taste buds. There are small desserts and bread of various flavors, and even milk tea from various milk tea shops that Song Mu likes, all of which are available. And these are none other than Gu Jingxiu's personal preparation in order to win Song Mu's favor. Or in other words, it is prepared for this kind of thing to happen. Song Mu jumped upstairs with a Tiramisu and strawberry cake in one hand, as if he had forgotten the mess when he came. At this time, the sound was as big as he wanted, regardless of "life or death". "It's really a little cat..." Until Song Mu entered the room and closed the door, he didn't notice that another pair of eyes were looking at himself in the dark behind him and witnessed the whole process of "stealing". "Knock--" Song Mu in the room was lying in bed eating happily. Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the door, which scared her so much that the cake in her hand almost didn't shake off a tingle. "Who is coming!" Song Mu, who was interrupted by the good enjoyment in the middle, became a little unhappy. His face was livid, his eyes were heavy, his eyebrows were wrinkled and angular, and a small flame rose in his eyes. "Miss, this is the bread that the third young master ordered me to bring you. He said that you must finish all the bread before you finish your meal. If it doesn't suit your taste, tell me, and I'll order someone to buy it." Outside the door stood an aunt who had just been transferred from Grandpa Gu and came home to take care of her daily life. She looked at herself peacefully and respectfully and said softly. "I see, please come and run again in the big night, and go to rest quickly." Song Mu had a professional smirk on her face, and said kindly, not forgetting to reach out and help her go downstairs. "This is really timely, it seems that the third brother still cares about me... but, with so much bread, does he think he is raising pigs?!" Although I am very grateful in my heart, Song Mu is still a little scared when facing the bread that can be piled into hills in front of me. I don't know where to put my mouth down. I'm sorry for my third brother's kindness if I don't eat it. If I eat it, I can't stand the heat of the explosion. It's really difficult to enter or retreat. "It's just to be happy and care about what you don't have." In the end, hunger defeated reason. Without saying anything, he picked up the spoon and stuttered, without taking care of it. At this time, there was only the food in front of him and nothing else. I don't know that Song Mu, who was investigated, lived a comfortable life, enjoying it, either eating or drinking, sleeping or playing. Anyway, he didn't spend a while on the competition. "Ding Rinrin-" While eating happily, the phone suddenly rang, and the dead silent room immediately echoed with passionate music. Song Mu, who was interrupted for the second time, almost gave Baiwan the fork in his hand. When the forehead of gas smokes, the veins stand out suddenly and violently, and even the breathing sound gradually becomes urgent. The cold aura all over the body makes people shudder. "Hey, who, what time is it? Believe it or not, I will sue you for disturbing the people!" At the beginning, it was a swearing, and the spitting planetesimals could splash on their faces, just like street bitches quarreling, and every inch of blood was boiling, which seemed to burn to the extreme. "It's me, Song Mu, you dare to attack me, so there is no love, is there?" It was Song Mu's roommate who called. She deliberately pretended to cry and blamed Song Mu for shouting. "It turned out to be you. Didn't I look like an electric person? Don't take it to heart... However, it's so late, why are you calling without sleep? What's the emergency?" Song Mu specially put down his mobile phone and looked at the time. He was surprised to find that it was already 11:30 in the middle of the night. I didn't expect time to pass so fast. "My big lady, is your home disconnected? Gu Jingxiu doesn't care. Didn't you see the comments on the Internet?" I said with some anger that it was unnecessary to call and care about her. I think the parties concerned did not take it seriously at all. It was simply "the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry." "Out of sight, out of mind, I am happy. What they say cares about me."