Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The car drove for nearly 40 minutes according to the directions of the navigation, and finally stopped in front of a Gothic-style cafe.

Song Ci sat in the car and looked at the coffee in front of him.

Long Yu told Song Ci: "According to the information given by my wife, I found Su Beibei, Su Buwang's widow, who is currently a writer of suspense novels. live here."

Long Yu stared at the door of the cafe, turned around and asked Song Ci, "Do you need me to accompany you in?"

Song Ci nodded, "You can come in with me, just order a cup of coffee and wait for me. I have something to talk about with Su Beibei."

"it is good."

Long Yu and Song Ci walked into the cafe together.

The cafe business is very good, and the customers are mostly young people. Song Ci glanced at the customers in the hall, and then turned his gaze to the back of the bar where coffee was made. There, a woman in a long black dress stood with her back to Song Ci, her head lowered, and she was reading a book.

Song Ci asked the woman, "Hello, is your store manager here?"

The woman was flipping through the book, and when she heard the words, she moved.

Putting away the bookmarks slowly and closing the book, the woman turned around, but said, "I am." After she answered, she looked up. After seeing Song Ci's face, the other party was obviously stunned.

She recognized Song Ci.

"Song Ci?" Staring at Song Ci, Su Beibei asked in surprise, "Are you looking for me?" She had never seen Song Ci at all. What did Song Ci come to look for herself?

Song Ci was a little surprised. "Are you Miss Su?"

Long Yu showed Song Ci Su Beibei's profile. At that time, Su Beibei was only nine years old. The little girl in the photo was a cute little girl wearing a pink doll-collar dress. And the man in front

The woman is tall and tall, wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress and a black collar around her neck. She has long slender black straight hair, princess-cut bangs, and gothic makeup on her face, which gives her a dark temperament lingering throughout her body.

"I'm Su Beibei." Su Beibei felt ridiculous, "you want to see me by name, don't you know me?"

Song Ci answered the question: "The change is so great that I couldn't guess the identity for a while."

Hearing this, Su Beibei raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not ask where the 'change' came from.

Song Ci looked around and felt that the first floor was not a good place to talk. She asked Su Beibei, "Miss Su, can we talk in a hidden place?"

Su Beibei thought for a while, then raised her head and said to a waiter with pigtails, "Akun, help me take care of the store, I have something to do."

"Good store manager."

Su Beibei came out from behind the stage and got close, only then did Song Ci realize that the other party was slightly taller than her.

A proper lady.

"Come upstairs with me." After that, Su Beibei took a few steps ahead of Song Ci and walked towards the entrance of the corridor. Song Ci followed. She stared at Su Beibei's back, and many images flashed in her mind.

In the last life, Song Ci met Su Beibei. At that time, Su Beibei was almost thirty years old, and her dressing style was very different from now. The first time I saw Su Beibei, she was wearing jeans and a blue shirt. She was a tall and beautiful woman.

She came with hatred, but was almost murdered by Mu Mian. If Song Ci had not been kind and sent her away secretly, Su Beibei might have died.

Song Ci recalled the past, but did not notice it for a while, but when she came back to her senses, she was already standing in Su Beibei's open study on the second floor.

Su Beibei's study is connected to the living room, separated by a glass wall. In the study, there are books all over the wall, most of which are novels and authoritative magazines related to deduction detectives and suspense. On the desk is a black laptop. Su Beibei was standing in front of the desk, looking for something with her head down.

Song Ci stood aside and looked down, only to find that Su Beibei was unpacking a pack of Salem brand cigarettes. This cigarette has a strong taste and is quite vigorous, which is not the same as ordinary women's cigarettes.

Su Beibei took out a white cigarette from the cigarette case, clamped the filter tip with her long index and middle fingers, and held it to her mouth. She lit the cigarette like an old smoker, took a puff from one of her cigarettes, and blew the smoke out of her nose.

After a mouthful of addiction, Su Beibei nodded her chin at Song Ci, "Sit."

Song Ci sat down on the black leather sofa behind him. Jing Jing waited for half of the cigarette to be smoked, Song Ci cleared her throat and said, "Miss Su, I have read your masterpiece "The Soul of the Golden Street", which is very wonderful."

"The Female Soul of the Golden Street" is a suspenseful work published by Su Beibei four years ago. It is Su Beibei's famous work. In that year, Su Beibei was only nineteen years old.

"The Soul of the Golden Street" tells the story of a beautiful but powerless woman who desperately pursues a man in order to pursue love and money, but is deceived by the man, and then forced to kill by the man.

The plot of the story is very conventional, but Su Beibei's writing is sharp, and it is very attractive to read the whole article.

Su Beibei squinted at Song Ci and said lukewarmly, "It's an early work, not worth mentioning."

Song Ci shook his head, "But I think that book is different."

"Why is it different?" Su Beibei said disapprovingly: "It's just an ordinary suspenseful story. The plot lacks novelty and the ending is not exciting enough. Compared with the later works, it's not worth showing off."

Song Ci said, "But I only read hatred and hatred, fear and resentment in "The Female Soul of the Golden Street". This can't be found in Miss Su's later works." Looking at Su Beibei, Song Ci saw If there is something to say: "There must be an interesting story behind the book that prompted Miss Su to create "The Soul of the Golden Street". I wonder if Song Ci guessed it right?"

Su Beibei's face was hidden by the faint smoke, and her expression could not be seen clearly. After a moment of silence, Su Beibei finally spoke up. She said, "There is no story, just a work with a wide-open mind."

Seeing that Su Beibei didn't enter the oil and salt, Song Ci finally had a new move. She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a photo from it.

Su Beibei glanced at her movements, her eyes still indifferent.

"I don't know the woman in my photo, does Miss Su know?" Under Su Beibei's indifferent gaze, Song Ci turned the photo over. A beautiful and pitiful face broke into Su Beibei's eyes.

Seeing the woman in the photo, Su Beibei's pupils trembled slightly. The cigarette, I don't know when it has been burnt, has even burned Su Beibei's fingers. Su Beibei lowered her head sharply and put out the cigarette butt when her fingers were scalded.

Song Ci said in a deep voice: "The woman in the photo, her name is Xu Xiangxiang, died in the autumn of 2005. Miss Su, the heroine Shu Xiangsi in your work "The Soul of the Golden Street" was created based on Xu Xiangxiang yes, right?"