Xu Shaohui was stunned, and then said, "Okay."

In fact, based on Xu Shaohui's understanding of Feng Ziming's IQ, she should feel who it means! But she actually asked him to check it out. Could it be that she really didn't see who it was?

Or, she has any other ideas?

Xu Shaohui has been living upstairs and downstairs with Feng Ziming these days.

As long as Xu Shaohui didn't go out, they would have dinner together, but suddenly Xu Shaohui was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. Feng Ziming wanted to ask him about the progress of the matter, but she couldn't catch anyone! That night, Feng Ziming didn't turn on the light and sat in the corner of the sofa in the living room in the dark waiting for someone who called himself a detective.

As soon as Xu Shaohui entered the door, he habitually walked towards his room, worried that he would wake up the master upstairs.

"stop."

As Feng Ziming finished speaking, the man had already sat upright and reached out to touch the floor lamp button next to him.

After a flash, the entire hall lit up.

Xu Shaohui stopped and raised his hand to block his eyes, "My mother, do you want to scare me to death?"

Feng Ziming, "I'm not afraid of being outside in the middle of the night. Do you have a ghost in your heart?

Afraid of being exposed here?”

Xu Shaohui, "I don't have the same knowledge as you.

It’s so late that the second lady is not resting yet. Isn’t this waiting for me?”

Feng Ziming blinked, "Where is your mission?

Don't tell me that I haven't found it yet?"

Xu Shaohui had a briefcase in his hand and walked towards Feng Ziming step by step.

"Just stand there and say."

Feng Ziming said with a stop gesture.

Xu Shaohui, "I'm worried that there are ears in the partition wall."

Feng Ziming pursed his lower lip and did not stop him from getting closer. Of course, Xu Shaohui did not really get too close to her. He stopped a step away and whispered, "I always thought you knew who was operating the nearest newspaper and media."

Feng Ziming, "If I knew what I wanted you to check?"

Xu Shaohui lowered his eyebrows and said, "Then I tell you, people don't need to be checked at all, you and I should think of who they are.

I have something more important than this.”

Because the gossip section of Lianhe Zaobao has reported about Feng Ziming and her law firm every few days, all of which are positive and positive reports, so everyone seems to have forgotten the original article.

But in fact, this is not the case. The newspaper is collectible. It is not like the radio that goes by after listening to it. This cannot be passed for a while. Feng Ziming knows that everyone who is dealing with this matter knows that they can't take back all the newspapers that have been sent out! Once you do this, you will really be able to lose three hundred taels of silver here.

Feng Ziming blinked a few times and said, "I can't think of who it is. If you insist on saying that I can think of who it is, then I don't think it's him."

Xu Shaohui looked at Feng Ziming with suspicious eyes, "So tell me who the person you guessed was?"

Feng Ziming, "The first person I think of is Beth."

Xu Shaohui was stunned. What kind of brain circuit does she have?

How could I think it was Bass?

"If it was my dad or sister who did it, they would definitely tell me."

Feng Ziming added.

Xu Shaohui digested Feng Ziming's words for a long time before he said carefully, "How did you think it was Bass?"

He was so surprised that he couldn't do it.

"Because he likes me!"

Feng Ziming said in a silence, looking at Xu Shaohui with a sarcastic smile.

Xu Shaohui sighed silently, "But, it's not Bass in fact."

Feng Ziming was suspicious, "Who is that?"

Xu Shaohui, “Is it important to you?”

Feng Ziming was silent for a while and shook his head and said, "So, can I understand that you don't want me to know who this person is?

Is it right?"

Xu Shaohui, "To be honest, no one wants you to know who is singing and praising you in the most authoritative newspapers in Singapore.

Everyone just wants you to be truly cheered up, which is calm and cheered up from the bottom of your heart.

Just treat it as those boring writers who have nothing to write about, and you can attract readers' attention."

Feng Ziming's mind was buzzing at this moment, and then he waved his hand for a moment, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go to bed first. If you have any needs, find a housekeeper."

Xu Shaohui, "When are you going back to work?"

Feng Ziming, who was walking in the middle of the stairs, turned around and glanced at Xu Shaohui in the hall, his heart tightened, and then deliberately raised his chin and said, "Why are you suddenly concerned about whether I'm going to work?"

Xu Shaohui, "There is a big case that you must take charge of the situation before you can win."

Feng Ziming, “Oh?”

He said, "What case, let me tell you?"

Xu Shaohui looked at his watch, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, it's too late tonight."

Feng Ziming, “That won’t work.

I have never liked to drag my job today until tomorrow. Since you first aroused my interest in the case, I must let me know what the case is."

Feng Ziming said as he had already descended the stairs.

Xu Shaohui, “Since the second lady is interested, I’m better respectful than obey my orders.

Why not go to the study and talk! Let the kitchen cook a bowl of noodles for me, but I haven’t had dinner yet!"

Feng Ziming frowned, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Xu Shaohui, "I have to have the chance to say it!"

Feng Ziming called the housekeeper to cook a bowl of noodles for Mr. Xu, and then asked Xu Shaohui, "Is it okay to just eat a bowl of noodles?"

Xu Shaohui had already entered the study room and the door was open.

"Can.

I am not a noble young master, so I can eat whatever I give you."

Xu Shaohui said loudly.

Feng Ziming rolled his eyes, turned around and went to the kitchen to ask what ingredients were made quickly and nutritious.

The chef said there were fresh shrimps and eggs, or just make a bowl of prawn egg noodles.

Feng Ziming said yes, and it is ready to be delivered to the study room on the first floor.

Feng Ziming looked through the case for a while and looked up at Xu Shaohui, "Who authorized you to do this?"

Xu Shaohui, "Of course it's my boss."

Feng Ziming, "Is the opponent Luo Diga?"

Xu Shaohui, “It’s not him who comes forward, so we pretend not to know.

Our goal in this case is not to win.”

Feng Ziming, "What is that?"

Xu Shaohui, "I want to use the case behind this case to hold Luo Diga so that he will never dare to bite Mr. Feng, you and Master Feng again."

At this time, the kitchen brought the noodles.

Xu Shaohui lowered his head and sniffed it, "Yeah, it's not bad."

Yu Luo, he looked at Feng Ziming opposite him, "Do you want to eat something?"

Feng Ziming shook his head, "I don't want to eat it! It would be strange if I don't eat in the middle of the night."

Xu Shaohui glanced at Feng Ziming, "If you lose weight, you will be blown away by the strong wind."

Feng Ziming glared at the person opposite, "Eat your meal."

I'll take a look at this case again and tell you if there are any problems."

Xu Shaohui was indeed hungry, and he finished a large bowl of seafood noodles quickly.

But Xu Shaohui was not rude in his meals, but he was definitely not a voracious meal, nor did he suck the noodles. Finally, he peeled one and handed it over, "Eat this."

Feng Ziming hid behind, covered his mouth and shook his head, "Don't eat it."

Xu Shaohui, "I wear gloves."

Feng Ziming continued to shake his head, "Don't eat, don't eat..." Xu Shaohui ate the shrimp by himself, wiped his mouth, got up and picked up the plate and walked out, "There is another task that Mr. Feng and the eldest lady gave me to you to have a good meal. I can't explain to them in this way."

Feng Ziming continued to look down at the case, "I have eaten a lot these days.

It’s because you haven’t eaten at home and you haven’t seen it.”
To be continued...