Until more than 20 minutes later, Su Mo Han's face just slightly had some blood color, gave Ye Fei a reply to a short message, and then directly dialed the black eagle's phone.

Since Zhang Xiaoli's case was settled, he transferred the black eagle away from ye Fei's side. After all, he didn't want another Chu Zheng.

"How is it going?" Su Mo spoke in a deep voice.

Black Hawk on the other side of the phone replied neatly: "all the people Jiang Huiru contacted in the past 20 years or so have been investigated once, but no suspicious personnel have been found, and no medical personnel with close relationship with her have been found."

"In the names of Jiang Huiru, ye Tiancheng, ye ya, Ye Ting and ye Fei, what about the safes rented in major banks?" Su Mo Han frowned and asked again.

"At present, three-quarters of the investigation has been completed and nothing has been found. Only some banks in Switzerland and Eastern Europe have been found to be in trouble. However, we should be able to find out the results in three days."

"Take someone to check Ye's house again and Jiang Huiru's relatives' home." Su Mo Han spoke again, a little agitated.

"I understand." The Black Hawk answered immediately.

Su Mohan hangs up and looks gloomy. If Jiang Huiru poisons Ye Fei, it can't be since she was five or six years old. It must have started after she came to the moon. However, after nearly 20 years of investigation, there was no result. This really upset Su Mohan.

After a busy day, until the afternoon when ye Fei finished class, Su Mohan went to the school to pick her up as usual, but his mind was still thinking about it and wanted to get Gong Han's prescription as soon as possible.

After dinner together, ye Fei knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't go to disturb him. Instead, she sat quietly on the carpet in front of the sofa, watching TV and interviewing to weave a scarf, thinking that maybe after the scarf was knitted, he would be in a better mood.

These days, Su Mo Han almost did not deal with business affairs, so after dinner, he accompanied Ye Fei to watch TV.

Under the dim light, he leans on the sofa, staring at Ye Fei, who is weaving a scarf and watching TV. He looks at her for a while, laughing like a little fool, and then worrying about the tangled wool. Su Mo Han's face gradually softens and doesn't know what he is thinking.

With the deepening of the night, ye Fei's progress is very slow. The posture of taking the needle and thread looks funny, and she is not skilled at all. Fortunately, after this period of hard work, she has been able to complete it by herself. However, she still needs Su Mohan to help correct the occasional disorder.

"Ha ha ha Su Mo Han, do you see it? " After all, those so-called tyrannical presidents are ugly and can't help pretending that they don't have a sense of their own men. In the current idol drama, though the male pig feet are not handsome, they are completely teasing. It looks really interesting.

Su Mo Han followed her eyes and swept the TV. Unconsciously, he also relaxed his mind. He watched it with her, as if the complicated things that had troubled him for many days were quietly dispersed in front of her smiling face.

"Su Mo Han Please help me to see What's going on in this place? Why are they all linked together... "

"Su Mohan, I seem to have woven an extra row, so I can't go back..."

"Ah! I seem to have dropped a needle... "