I Have Four Dads After Transmigrating in a Novel

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update, I have four new chapters from my father!Chapter 147:

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Jiang Mian received the message from Song Ziyi and hoped to see her again when he left.

Jiang Mian didn't refuse. After finishing work, he took the silver fox who had become a fox to Song Ziyi's house.

Song Ziyi originally only had three days, and when Lian Feng went to her house, Zuo Xingping went with him.

After seeing their father and daughter getting along, thinking of himself and his baby daughter, Zuo Xingping used some other methods to give Song Ziyi two more days.

But in the last two days, she was very weak, and even at night, she could not go out at will.

Song Xueliang asked for leave from the school these days-after the incident, everyone knew that his daughter was killed, and they all regretted.

Song Xueliang has taught books for a lifetime. He is upright, upright, and kind. When teaching, if the students he teaches are particularly difficult, he will often provide financial support. His students like him very much.

In the neighborhood, if someone needs help, Song Xueliang will always be the first to rush to help after learning about it.

As his daughter, Song Ziyi inherited his integrity and kindness.

She has always been a role model for other parents in educating their children, but in the end she ended up with such a tragic ending that everyone she knew felt uncomfortable, let alone Song Xueliang.

Song Xueliang and his daughter had no other relatives, and the residents of the community spontaneously built a mourning hall for Song Ziyi.

Many people went to visit Song Xueliang, but he never saw him.

Everyone thought he was too sad and didn't bother to do the funeral in the community silently. They should do their best and hope Song Ziyi can go well.

Song Xueliang already knew that his daughter would leave completely tonight. After learning that his daughter had died, he was mentally prepared.

Anyway, he was reunited with his daughter.

This middle-aged man in his forties was very old and rickety overnight, as if he had moved from middle age to old age in an instant.

He buys a lot of ingredients, all of which Song Ziyi loves to eat. He has been busy in the kitchen. After today, his daughter will never be able to eat his cooking.

Until night fell, Song Ziyi got out of the little star, and her body became much more transparent.

After sending a message to Jiang Mian with her mobile phone, she slowly walked into the kitchen and looked at the busy back in the kitchen. It took a long time before she said: "Dad, let me do it. You haven't tasted my cooking yet. "

Song Xueliang's salary is not high, but fortunately he has this house. When he was young, he would go to tutor and save money to raise his daughter.

The Song family is not a wealthy family, but they are not worried about food and clothing. Song Xueliang can buy almost everything Song Ziyi wants.

Song Ziyi has been very sensible since she was a child, and will not compete with others. What she wants to buy will only be affordable among the buyers.

Sometimes Song Xueliang would inevitably feel that he owed his daughter, Song Ziyi in turn comforted him.

When I was a child, Song Xueliang had to make up lessons and never went home. Song Ziyi was too hungry. She learned the steps of Song Xueliang to cook, but she accidentally got burned.

As a result, the scars fell on his legs and couldn't get rid of them. Song Ziyi didn't dare to wear shorts or skirts above the knees.

Since then, Song Xueliang no longer let her cook, even if Song Ziyi learns to cook later, Song Xueliang would not let her cook.

He would prepare food to satisfy his hunger at home and told Song Ziyi that if he is hungry, he should eat something to cushion his stomach when he is not at home, and then cook when he comes home.

Song Ziyi was pursued when he was in high school. Once Song Xueliang knew about these "seekers", he would take his own way to let them quit when they were faced with difficulties-such as make up classes, exams, etc.

After going to university, Song Xueliang no longer restrained Song Ziyi, and only asked her to protect herself.

Just like this, Song Ziyi, who was emotionally blank, met Zhou Mingyu after entering the university. Under the sweet pursuit of the other party, a heart fell on Zhou Mingyu.

Later, Zhou Mingyu proposed to rent a house off campus. After Song Ziyi went to college, she would go to tutor in her free time. Zhou Mingyu said that it would be more convenient to rent a house outside. Sometimes her tutoring was late, and returning to the dormitory would easily disturb her roommates.

I also feel sorry for her rushing back to school at night.

Song Ziyi thought what he said was reasonable, after thinking about it, he agreed.

Zhou Mingyu is gentle, considerate, and attentive, and treats her well. Sometimes she can't think of it, Zhou Mingyu will think that she does not hesitate to believe that he really loves her.

She treats the small apartment she rented as a small home for both of them. She cooks food like a wife, makes the back end on the table, and watches Zhou Mingyu's non-stop eating with happiness and sweetness, and then they will wash together. The bowl does housework.

She cooked meals for Zhou Mingyu countless times, but in the end, she never cooked for her father.

Her life has just begun, and she hasn't honored her father, and everything ended in the year she was 21.

Song Xueliang took a halt, and finally moved aside. There were no tears in his eyes, but bloodshot, looking at his daughter's figure like a mountain of love.

"If you miss me, just give me a dream, tell me what is missing, dad buy it and burn it for you." Song Xueliang didn't believe this before, but his daughter came back to him after death.

When she leaves, she will go to another place, knowing that she will live well in that place, he is relieved.

"Yeah." Song Ziyi nodded, and the father and daughter cooked a table full of dishes, all of which Song Ziyi loved.

After that, she found paper and pen and wrote the instructions on the paper, one by one, and wrote hundreds of them.

She wrote one and read one, Song Xueliang sat next to him, and when she said something, he responded.

...

The mourning hall is located in the northeast corner, and people go up to offer flowers from time to time.

This incident has been on the social news-the murderer was the son of Zhou's political commissar, and there has been a lot of heat on the Internet.

This is what Jiang Mian asked Yinhu to do. She secretly paid for the news and put the news on top of the hot search, but the hot search was quickly withdrawn, and she couldn't even add money.

However, the power of netizens is huge. It didn't take long for them to squeeze into hot search by pure heat, so that at night, many people still went to the community hall to express their condolences.

In addition, there are reporters nearby.

After Jiang Mian entered the community, what he heard in his ears was almost all his regrets for Song Ziyi and his sympathy for Song Xueliang.

"It's just such a daughter. The white-haired person will give away the black-haired person. What can Teacher Song do in the future?"

"It's so pathetic."

"How can such a well-behaved and sensible child, a goddamn scumbag, do it."

"Yeah, it's too cruel, you have to tell your daughter when you go back and ask your boyfriend to keep your eyes open."

...

Someone noticed Jiang Mian and regarded her as a student who came to visit Song Xueliang. Before the reporter wanted to interview Song Xueliang, they were all blocked by the door and had to guard around the mourning hall.

She kindly said, "Girl, Teacher Song doesn't see anyone."

"I will try." Jiang Mian said casually and walked upstairs.

"The students taught by Teacher Song are all kind and righteous."

"Yes, it's also a comfort."

The silver fox lied on Jiang Mian's shoulder and sneered. Because of the master-servant contract, Jiang Mian could understand his words in the original state. In the ears of others, it was just a series of fox squeaks.

"A group of hypocritical humans," he said.

Jiang Mian ignored him, he was a little boring, and his big fluffy tail swept back and forth behind Jiang Mian: "My master, do you think I'm wrong."

Jiang Mian: "In your eyes, what is good?"

silver fox:"……"

He was very angry and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Mian: "These people didn't take the initiative to gloat in misfortune, and took the initiative to build mourning halls, and media reporters did not forcefully block in the unit building, waiting for Song Xueliang to come out..."

She paused: "It's a waste of words to tell you what to do."

Silver Fox swallowed the complaint silently, and then asked, "Why did you let the media expose this matter?"

"There are all human and physical evidence. Zhou Mingyu's crime cannot be escaped. The media exposed it. Tens of thousands of netizens are staring at it. Even if someone wants to do it, it's impossible." Jiang Mian said, "Pull out Zhou Anmin again and find a chance. Put the video you brought back online, perfect."

When Silver Fox returned to the organization, he not only found out that it was Zhou Anmin who hired the murderer to kill Jiang Mian, but also made a video.

In the video: Zhou Anmin and Zhong Wuli are in a small room. Zhong Wuli gives Zhou Anmin a box of cash. In addition to cash, there is a bag of drugs.

According to Yinhu, this video was found on the computer in the office of the organization leader. Yinhu did not know Zhong Wuli, but Zhou Anmin was in the video. Intuitively this video was useful, so I copied it back.

Almost found.

...

Jiang Mian asked Yinhu to send this video to the police station anonymously. With the abilities of the detective father and the assistance of the other three fathers, Zhou Anmin would soon be arrested.

Even Jiang Mian didn't expect that the biggest progress would come from Zhou Anmin himself-he might have heard Zhong Wuli's words, or something else, so he hired her to murder her.

It happened that the silver fox was planted in her hands, and by mistake, she used the silver fox to obtain the most direct evidence.

Regardless of the number of malignant tumors in the Ministry of Public Security, at least Zhou Anmin will be pulled out. In his capacity, there will be many.

Thinking that the detective father would be very busy next time, Jiang Mian felt distressed.

When he arrived at Song's house, Jiang Mian pressed down his thoughts and sent a message to Song Ziyi.

The door was opened by Song Xueliang. Jiang Mian was shocked when he saw Song Xueliang's appearance. Song Xueliang a few days ago was not what he is now.

In a daze, she remembered the anxious and worried appearances of her fathers when she was injured.

Pursing her lips, Jiang Mian didn't speak, but he saw Song Xueliang suddenly kneel down to her.

Jiang Mian reached out and pinched Song Xueliang's arm, with a slight force, the latter couldn't kneel down.

"Dad." Song Ziyi rushed over to help Song Xueliang, but his hand passed through Song Xueliang.

Song Ziyi was startled, looking down at herself, her body was getting weaker and weaker.

"Miss Jiang, thank you." After Jiang Mian stopped, Song Xueliang no longer insisted on kneeling, and a thousand words turned into a thank you.

Jiang Mian was not used to facing this situation. She didn't do anything. It was Master Tian who allowed Song Ziyi to go home, and it was Interpol father who caught Zhou Mingyu's conviction.

The only thing she did was to send Song Ziyi home.

She pointed to Song Ziyi and reminded: "She is running out of time."

Song Xueliang nodded calmly. The father and daughter looked at each other. Song Ziyi took a deep breath and said to Jiang Mian: "Miss Jiang, can you take me to see Zhou Mingyu."

"If it's not convenient, it's okay." Song Ziyi grabbed the corner of her clothes. She knew that this request was a bit abrupt and that Jiang Mian was not obliged to help her.

So when she made this request, Song Ziyi felt a little guilty. Ms. Jiang had already helped her a lot. She made such a request at this time, which was threatening.

She just wanted to ask that person at the last time.

Why kill her.