"The squad leader took me to walk around the mountain and we were back."

Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

Then.

He walked to Song's mother and said, "Auntie, the deceased is gone. Please mourn me. I will get back my uncle's justice. You and the squad leader must be well."

The reason why he suddenly said this to Song's mother was because Zhang Fan felt the other party's intention of suicide in Song's mother.

Song Fanshuang has lost her father, so Zhang Fan can't let her lose her mother again, right?

"Xiaofan, aunt knows it, don't worry, I'm fine."

Song's mother smiled slightly, lit an incense stick in front of the candlestick, and then turned around.

but.

When she reached the stairs, Song's mother stopped again, looked at Zhang Fan, and said, "Xiao Fan, I have to feel wronged you tonight. There are only two rooms upstairs. You and Shuang'er sleep with one?"

Ga!

Zhang Fan was stunned.

Song Fanshuang's face was blushing.

"What?"

Zhang Fan looked at Song's mother in amazement, and after a while, he put out a word.

He and Song Fanshuang slept in the same room, with a lonely man and a widow, and a dry Chai Liehuo. What is Song's mother doing?

"Xiao Xiaofan, I'll sleep on the floor. There are not many rooms in my house, but there are cotton wool. It's not cold this day, so it's just right to sleep on the floor."

Song Fanshuang naturally saw Zhang Fan's embarrassing attitude and said quickly.

As for Song’s mother, after giving a statement, she went upstairs directly.

Of course, Zhang Fan and Song Fanshuang discussed and resolved the rest themselves.

"No, no! I'll sleep on the floor, not to mention that I'm here to solve the problem tonight, so I won't sleep much."

Zhang Fan quickly waved his hand and rejected Song Fanshuang's proposal.

If he could, he even wanted to deal with it in the main hall, but he was worried that he would alert the people who made the bad things.

"Go upstairs first."

Song Fanshuang replied with a red face.

"Um!"

Zhang Fan followed behind him and came to Song Fanshuang's boudoir together.

The room is not too big. After a large bed is placed, the bookcase and wardrobe next to it occupy a lot of space. The free floor can barely be used for a floor.

"Xiaofan, you should go to bed."

Song Fanshuang sorted out the close-fitting clothes she placed on the bedside and had to change every day. After tucking her face into the wardrobe with a red face, she said.

"Squad leader, you sleep, I'm thick-skinned and durable, and it's okay to sleep anywhere."

Zhang Fan shook his head with a smile.

This is Song Fanshuang's quilt. If he gets in and sleeps for a night, what will it be?

Although I don’t have any skin-friendship, Is it considered to be indirectly sleeping in the same bed?

Still not suitable.

certainly.

Zhang Fan was more worried that Song Fanshuang's thin body could not withstand the disease, so he would not sleep on the ground for a night and would cause himself to catch a cold, which would be troublesome.

"Then, are you sitting next to the head of the bed?"

Song Fanshuang did not continue to argue with Zhang Fan, but asked expectantly with a blushing face.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she just felt that if Zhang Fan was by her side, she would definitely have a good night's sleep and a good dream.

"good!"

Zhang Fan ultimately did not refuse this request.

Go to bed.

Song Fanshuang slowly took off her clothes and changed her pajamas. Zhang Fan turned her back and didn't look at her.

But the rustling sound of changing clothes was still particularly fascinating.

"Okay, Xiaofan."

Song Fanshuang got into the quilt, and then Zhang Fan turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Fan leaned against the head of the bed, and Song Fanshuang breathed evenly. After turning off the light, she didn't know if she fell asleep or didn't fall asleep.

but.

The faint smile raised at the corner of Song Fanshuang's mouth was still clearly visible.

"Oh! When I was in college, the class monitor was very kind. Who would have thought that in just a few years, I had suffered such a change. I don't know who Uncle Song offended, and his family was destroyed."

Zhang Fan sighed helplessly. He could only hope that Gu Weixiong could investigate this matter as soon as possible.

At night.

It's quiet.

Silently.

After sitting next to the bed for more than ten minutes, Zhang Fan heard Song Fanshuang's snoring sounds.

It can be seen that Song Fanshuang has not been able to have a good sleep these days after Song Yuanfeng's death.

Zhang Fan waited until midnight.

Just when Zhang Fan thought it was because of his arrival that the people who caused the trouble did not dare to commit crimes against the wind.

"Dong, dongdong, dongdongdong..."

A messy and irregular knock sounded.

Zhang Fan's body was stunned.

It's still here.

at the same time.

Song Fanshuang, who was already asleep, was also awakened. She turned on the light and looked at Zhang Fan in fear.

"I'll go and have a look."

Zhang Fan dropped a few words, turned over and jumped downstairs, and then came to the place where he knocked on the door.

only.

There was no one on the quiet street.

Even no matter how Zhang Fan sensed it, he could not notice any traces of people around him.

"No one?"

Zhang Fan was a little confused.

He was sure that this brick and tile house in the Song family had absolutely no trace of evil spirits.

To eliminate evil spirits, it can only be artificial.

But he had just gone downstairs fast enough. Almost after the sound of knocking on the door, he appeared at the scene in less than three seconds.

Even so, he still did not catch the person who was in trouble.

"Is it the Master of Martial Arts?"

Zhang Fan pondered in his heart.

If he was a martial arts master, he might not be able to detect it.

only.

He couldn't understand that the Song family was just a Jianmu Group. Even if they offended the Sanye Jianmu Group, the other party would not have invited a martial arts master with extraordinary strength, right?

What's more, the Martial Arts Venerable really despises the use of this method of pretending to be a god and making ghosts to scare people?

The clues were cut off, and Zhang Fan felt a little confused.

There are no ordinary people who cause trouble, and it is unlikely that they will be the Venerable of Martial Arts.

Zhang Fan couldn't figure out what else could be possible.

After returning to the second floor, Song Fanshuang and Song's mother both got up. They looked at Zhang Fan, as if they were waiting for an answer.

“Not found yet.”

Zhang Fan shook his head, told the truth, and said, "Let's knock on the door at four or five in the morning. I want to see who is at work."

Even though Zhang Fan did not get any clues or results, he still firmly believed that this matter was artificial.

"Xiaofan, be careful. If it doesn't work, forget it. At worst, we can move out of this place."

Song's mother looked at Zhang Fan worriedly and whispered.

"Don't worry, aunt."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly.

His gaze narrowed slightly, revealing some doubts.

Because in Song's mother's eyes, he did not feel the other party's real concern, but instead felt guilty.

This unreal feeling made Zhang Fan a little confused.

I have been kind to the Song family.
Chapter completed!