Ying Shao is a Girl

The afternoon sun is warmer.

The temperature difference between day and night in the imperial capital in cool autumn is relatively large.

After all, autumn is crisp.

It was already 4:30 in the afternoon when Ying Junchu finished his work at the Huaguo branch.

At this time, Shengdilan was already out of school.

It would be more appropriate to go to Song Feiwan.

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When she arrived at Song's house, Song Feiwan was already waiting for her.

It seemed that she had predicted in advance that Ying Jun would come to her for the first time.

At this point, Song's father and Song's mother hadn't gotten off work yet.

Song Feiwan's parents both run companies and usually don't get home until eight o'clock in the evening at the earliest.

So most of the time, Song Feiwan was alone at home in the Song family.

Song Feiwan also has an older brother, but he is studying abroad and only returns to the Song family during holidays.

Even if they are not in the same place, the relationship between the Song brothers and sisters has always been very good.

"Boss."

Song Feiwan smiled faintly at her, her gentle smile hiding a thorough understanding of the world.

"Well..." Ying Junchu responded lightly, his eyes falling on her.

He rarely spends time alone with Song Feiwan.

The first person she met was Yan Weitang, and later she met Song Feiwan by chance.

This is all relatively early.

"Boss, you come to me, you must have something you want to ask me."

Song Feiwan used affirmative sentences instead of interrogative sentences.

The word "boss" was spoken by such a tender lady, and there was no sense of inconsistency at all.

"Yeah." Ying Junchu nodded and admitted directly.

There's nothing to hide anyway.

"Then what do you want to ask?" Song Feiwan always had a slight smile on his face.

"Do you know anything about Xiaojiu?"

Ying Junchu suddenly asked such a question.

Song Feiwan is a fortune teller.

It should be possible to tell whether a person is alive or dead.

Hearing this, Song Feiwan picked up the bone china teacup and took a sip of the scented tea in the teacup.

Not hot.

"He's still alive."

She spoke eloquently, her voice as gentle as ever without any emotion.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

If it weren't for Ying Hua, she wouldn't have known that Xiao Jiu was still alive.

Song Feiwan clearly knew that Ying Huaijiu was still alive, but she didn't say anything.

Others said that Ying Huaijiu was dead, but Song Feiwan acquiesced.

"Boss..." Song Feiwan's full autumn eyes looked directly into Ying Junchu's eyes.

"Ling Yiche is the one you should be looking for..." Song Feiwan suddenly paused.

Then she said another word.

"people."

"Ying Huaijiu is not."

Her tone was very firm and calm at the same time, and she described everything in a calm and relaxed manner.

"..."

What is should?

Ying Junchu always felt that there was something strange in Song Feiwan's words.

She may know something, but be unwilling to say it.

Or maybe it’s not the time to say it yet.

"What is their relationship?"

Song Feiwan took another sip of the scented tea she made.

"One is important to you, and the other is not important to you."

"Ling Yiche is the former."

Song Feiwan did not answer Ying Junchu's question directly, but she gave relevant information.

Song Feiwan didn't answer, so Ying Junchu stopped worrying about asking this question.

She has no interest in asking questions.

"last question……"

"About Ling Yiche's special physique."

Ying Junchu didn't tell Song Feiwan what it was specifically. If Song Feiwan could figure it out by herself, it would prove that she could answer her own question.

If not, forget it, and at the same time, it can ensure that Ling Yiche's special physique is not known to others.

This time Song Feiwan failed to answer Ying Junchu directly.

She gently twisted three radiant glass beads with her green onion-like fingers and threw them towards the astrolabe that reflected slightly under the light.

It makes a crisp sound, like beads rolling on a jade plate.

Song Feiwan's divination techniques were exactly the same as Ying Hua's.

After the glazed beads swung around in a certain trajectory in the astrolabe for several times, they finally settled.

Song Feiwan said softly: "He is a spirit-quenching body."