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At what time does a mother who is busy taking care of three children every day usually date someone?

Huo Zhongliang shrugged when he thought of this question.

He was quite disdainful. He really couldn't understand: Although Mu Qing was just a staff officer, he was capable and knowledgeable, and it was only a matter of time before he was promoted. Besides, he was gentle and elegant, and he was a famous scholar general. What reason did Mrs. Mu not want to cheat?

When he thought that this woman might have cheated on Mu Qing, his face changed instantly, as if he was holding his anger. Once he knew who the murderer was, he would have a violent attack. Ye Xian believed that one day the murderer was found to stand in front of him, he would tear the other party to pieces like a violent lion.

Ye Xian didn't care about Huo Zhongliang's mood and walked around the house. Suddenly his eyes lit up and looked at Zhao Nan: "Look at Mrs. Mu's clothes and jewelry and collections."

Zhao Nan understood the truth and nodded, "Yes, these details can best find Mrs. Mu's life trajectory."

Mrs. Mu's cloakroom is downstairs, and it was transformed from a small oblique room under the stairs. When I opened the door and went in, the room was filled with Mrs. Mu's clothes and shoes, handbags and scarves.

Ye Xian thought to himself that this is no different from the fashionable lady in Shanghai. It seems that Mrs. Mu's life is quite comfortable. Ye Xian picked off a few cheongsams and carefully checked them one by one. They were handmade cheongsams and dresses, and the handwork was very exquisite. Some skirts had not been worn, and a small note was ordered inside, which read the name of the tailor's shop: Yun Xiang Clothes Fashion Store. Ye Xian turned it over for a while, carefully removed the note from a long skirt, and Yang Yang said: "A woman in her thirties has a very unified taste and hobby. I looked at several cheongsam skirts and felt that there were similarities in handwork. This is the name of the clothing store, and we need to visit this store."

Huo Zhongliang wondered: "Why are you going to a fashion store? Aren't you investigating the Mu family's destruction? What does it have to do with making clothes?"

"Where is the most common place for a mother of three in her thirties?" Ye Xian asked.

Zhao Nan heard the faint anger in Ye Xian's tone, and stood aside with his arms in his arms, with a faint gloating in his eyes.

"I don't know what the women do." After Huo Zhongliang said that, he immediately realized that the women could easily hurt Ye Xian. He hurried to look at Ye Xian's expression and found that the latter had no different expressions. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't know that all his little thoughts fell into Ye Xian's eyes. Ye Xian thought that this person was rude and a bit macho, but he was a type that could be transformed successfully, after all, he could realize that he had said the wrong thing.

"This kind of wife's circle of dating is nothing more than vegetable markets, grocery stores, clothing stores, department stores and children's schools. The three children have not yet studied, so the school is okay. Besides, the vegetable market is mostly bitter farmers, and with all kinds of strange smells inside, no one wants to go there to find romance. When I turned in from the alley, I noticed a grocery store at the intersection. Our car passed by the door of the grocery store. I saw a bald boss rummaging and drying melon seeds. Such a man has no capital to seduce rich wives, and the rest is only clothing stores and department stores." Ye Xian said this and looked at Huo Zhongliang, who suddenly realized: "Oh, so many of them are clothes here, so you think the clothing store is the most suspicious."

"Yes, Mrs. Mu has too many clothes. Many of the cheongsam skirts are of the same type. There are also some notes in the store. I always feel that there is no need for fashionable women to receive so many similar styles. There may be only one reason, that is, what she cares about is not the clothes in the store, but the people."

Huo Zhongliang couldn't help but exclaim: "Yes, Miss Ye, you are very right, why can't the police station think of this?"

"Because they are stupors, I am a smart person." Ye Xian smiled, carried a skirt and walked out of the cloakroom, followed the stairs to the second floor.

"Mrs. Mu, I guess the murderer who killed you was your lover or someone from the clothing store. You are the only one in your family who was bound here alone. There should be a reason, right?" Ye Xian looked at the wall, as if talking to himself.

Then Huo Zhongliang, who followed, looked at Ye Xian's expression and his hair stood up all over his body.

Suddenly a gloomy voice came from behind him: "That woman was crying."

Zhao Nan appeared behind him at some point and looked at Huo Zhongliang with a strange smile.

Huo Zhongliang's face suddenly turned pale: "You mean Mrs. Mu? Can you all see her?"

After asking, he tried to calm down again: "But why don't you ask her, who killed their family?"

"She felt guilty and couldn't say anything." Zhao Nan looked at him coldly, Huo Zhongliang was covered in ice and snow, "You really saw it..."

"She and I are not ordinary people, Chief Huo, there are some things I don't need to say more, you should understand."

What should you understand? If you understand, don’t go to Xiao Xiangye Yan? Everyone has different ways, aren’t they the same type of people?

Huo Zhongliang thought about it because he saw Ye Xian coming: "I want to go to Yun Xiangchang, but Chief Huo, you can't go, I'm afraid that the person who can recognize you."

The Yunxiang Clothing Store is outside the south gate. It has antique blue brick buildings and first-class wooden doors with carved flowers on it, which looks a bit ancient.

Ye Xian walked in and a handsome guy came up: "Miss is here to do it..."

"I want to make cheongsams. Who is your best craftsman? Call it here."

"Haha, Master Bai has something to do at home. I went home yesterday. This is our signature master, but the other masters in our store are not bad at craftsmanship. Miss can try it."

The young man smiled. Ye Xian looked at the young man, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, and was a very clever boy. She quickly judged that this would not be the object that Mrs. Mu liked. Old Mrs. Mu said that Mrs. Mu despised her husband too weak behind her back and admired people like Huo Zhongliang quite a bit, so she concluded that the man that Mrs. Mu preferred should be quite masculine.

She shouted, "Zhao Nan, take the things over." Zhao Nan, who was dressed as a follower, walked over with a paper box. Ye Xian signaled the young man to sit down with her aside, then opened the box and said, "I want to make it similar to this one, but it must be a better-looking skirt!"

The box was the skirt that Mrs. Mu had not had time to take off the name of the clothing store that day.

The guy took it and looked carefully and said, "This looks like Master Bai's craftsmanship, but Master Bai went home yesterday."

"Master Bai? Is it from Baijia Town, Baqiao?" Ye Xian asked casually.

"Yes, yes, Miss knows Master Bai?"

Zhao Nan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but smile: This is what it means that if you have a way in heaven, you won't go, and if you don't have a way in hell, you will come here. He turned out to be from Baijia Town. This time, we have to see how the Bai clan leader, who has been passed down from etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame, and moral culture for thousands of years, should deal with family scum.

"Master Bai is tall and burly, very masculine?" Ye Xian asked.

Yesterday, she carried her clothes to the second floor and saw the shadow on the wall start to cry. Ye Qian concluded that the ghost was hiding in the clothes of this clothing store.

"Yes, Master Bai is handsome and very popular with the ladies and ladies." After saying that, the guy suddenly realized that the taste was wrong and hurriedly explained, "Hey, I don't mean that." Mobile phone users please browse m. Read, a better reading experience.
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