Qianjin is too flirtatious: Young Master Shen, don't pester me

"Why did Mr. Shen remember to ask this?"

"No, I'm just curious. But I'm too embarrassed to ask others. I'm afraid that others will think I'm ignorant, so I thought of asking Mr. Su."

Su Mo thought for a while, and obviously he didn't need to think about such a simple question, but he didn't understand Shen Murong's purpose for asking this question. What is the deep meaning that he does not understand for the time being.

"Usually at times like this, it is very likely that he died of carbon monoxide poisoning—"

"Really? I thought it was carbon dioxide."

"Carbon dioxide is also possible, if the concentration is too high."

"How long would it take to blow in enough carbon dioxide into a space with two bedrooms and one living room?"

"As long as the concentration of carbon dioxide reaches 3%, it can cause poisoning, and it doesn't take long."

"Then I don't understand, but thank you Mr. Su, Mr. Su is really knowledgeable and versatile!"

Shen Murong tilted her head and smiled at Su Mo.

Su Mo touched his chin with his hand, blowing carbon dioxide in two rooms and one living room. This woman wants to blow carbon dioxide into the basement through the vent!
It's not difficult, as long as he finds a way to put the dry ice near the air outlet in the basement, and then blow the air into the basement normally, Su Qin and Hou Qianqian will definitely be poisoned in one night.

It's just that he took such a big risk, what return could he get?
"I haven't seen Su Qin appear recently!" Shen Murong raised the phone and glanced at it.

"Hahaha, Mr. Shen will not be ignorant of what happened. Under such circumstances, Su Qin will not appear for a while."

"If he doesn't show up, we melon eaters really don't have anything to watch. Almost a week has passed, and that video is still on the trending list. It's time for some people to come out and see the wind, isn't it?"

"If he comes out to see the wind, what good will it do me?" Su Mo asked directly.

"If he really comes out, it will only make the matter more intense, and it won't do any harm to Mr. Su. If he has another conscience discovery and does something out of the ordinary, wouldn't it be more interesting?"

Su Mo understood what Shen Murong meant, and stunned Su Qin and Hou Qianqian, and then announced that Su Qin had attempted suicide. This is a big melon, enough for the people who eat it for a while.

A smile hung on Su Mo's face.Wonderful, this Shen Murong is worthy of being a beauty pageant, she is very familiar with this kind of horse hunting.

"Mr. Shen, I still have something to do. I won't attend today's meeting."

"That's it, Mr. Su, please go ahead. When?"

"If there are no accidents, tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll wait for you tomorrow morning."

As soon as Su Mo left, Shen Murong immediately called Wang Yalun.

"Aaron, send me your most capable officer. There is hope for that person to come out tomorrow morning."

Wang Yalun put down the phone and quickly arranged for manpower, cameras, drones, roller skates, skateboards, and bicycles.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, someone rode a bicycle around the Su's villa pretending to be exercising, and the camera in the backpack on the back was already pressed. This time, Wang Yalun put a lot of effort into it.

If their Daily News can get this scoop this time, it won't be too easy in the future.

The brothers at the intersection were the first to notice an ambulance quietly driving up the road leading to the villa.

Four or five people came out of the flat ground, stepped on roller skates, threw off their arms and began to slide towards the door of Su's villa.

Wang Yalun stood in the distance and controlled the drone remotely. He was so excited now that his hands were shaking and his mouth was crooked.

"Rong——Rongrong, here we come, the ambulance is here. You connect to my—machine, quickly!"

"Your chicken? What chicken are you? Oh, drone, ok ok."

Shen Murong turned over and jumped off the bed, connected the tablet to the drone, turned on the live broadcast on the phone, and the broadcast began.

The sound could not be heard clearly in the drone camera, only the medical staff could be seen carrying Hou Qianqian out on a stretcher.

Hou Qianqian lay pale on the stretcher, wrapped in a quilt, Shen Murong wondered if she was wearing any clothes under the quilt, it was strange that she was still thinking about it at this time.

A group of people on roller skating had just arrived. They tore off their black sweaters, revealing the yellow reflective reporter vest inside, with press cards hanging around their necks, and microphones appeared out of nowhere in their hands and rushed to the medical staff.

There were five people in total, and two of them rushed to the security guard arm in arm and entangled with the security guard endlessly.

"Who are you? Journalists are not welcome here."

"This road is a public road. Don't worry about our identities. This road doesn't belong to your family, does it? Can we go?"

"Just walk well if you walk well, don't come for an interview."

"What right do you have to stop us from doing interviews? We are doing the work legitimately. You can't stop journalists from doing their work, don't you know that?"

The two reporters were sharp-tongued, and the security guard couldn't speak to them, so he reached out and pushed them to stop the reporter who was taking pictures of Hou Qianqian and Su Qin's stretcher.

"It's been beaten, you all saw it, it's been beaten!" The two reporters began to yell, both of them were tall and big, and they started to have physical contact with the security guards, for fear that the scene would not be chaotic enough.

Shao Huahua immediately said, "Don't collide with the reporters—" She looked up at the drone in mid-air, "There is nothing in our family that cannot be photographed, let them photograph it!"

The two reporters looked up at the security guards, still standing arm in arm at the "frontline".

A reporter behind the two of them took photos, the flashes kept flashing, and the medical staff said, "You shoot as soon as you want, what kind of flash is on? How can we work?"

The reporter immediately nodded and apologized, turned off the flash and continued to "click, click".

A reporter was in charge of the interview, and the microphone in his hand almost smashed into the faces of medical staff.

"May I ask what's wrong with these two patients?"

"You yourself have eyes and can't see people, are you dizzy?"

"How did people faint? When did they faint? Was it an accident or suicide?"

"I can't answer you now."

"This is the son of the Su family, Su Qin, right? How can there be an accident in your own home? After all, there are so many security personnel here, right? Could it be suicide? Why did he commit suicide? This should be his wife Hou Qianqian, could it be suicide? ? What made these two famous people on the Fox list commit suicide?"

The muscles on Su Tielin's face kept shaking, "Enough, which newspaper do you belong to?"

It’s okay if he didn’t ask, but when he asked, a reporter who was broadcasting live with a mobile phone in his hand turned his head to look at Su Tielin, with a kind of excitement that only belonged to media reporters in his eyes...