Chapter 1287： Destined Encounter (2/2)

Under the order of Shui Ling, fifteen years ago, it was very difficult to obtain evidence. The two who survived were either from the Fu family or had lost their minds and could only investigate little by little.

Xiao Xu looked at the exhaustion on Shui Ling's face, knowing that she hadn't taken a good rest, and couldn't help saying, ”It's a long time, it's difficult to get evidence, and you don't have to embarrass yourself too much.”

Shui Ling smiled and said, ”Don't you not know the master, the fun of the subordinates is the only thing left now. If you deprive them again, the subordinates will be born without love?”

Everyone present was sad because of her words. If Feng Ling is still there, if he is still ...

The quiet yard.

When writing about a piece of paper, Pang Yuejing felt that her entire hand was going to be scrapped. It ’s been a long time since I started to write. It ’s still a long time with a writing brush. While she dries the ink, she shakes her wrist to ease it. Under fatigue.

Then she picked up the paper, blew it gently, and examined the contents of her eyes. Suddenly, she felt that she was going to be stabbed to death by writing this, as if the wife had told her husband before leaving, and she saw that her hair was erected. , Ah ah ah ah, would you like to rewrite another copy?

But when she thought of her wrist, she immediately dismissed the idea, or forget it, anyway, it was Xiao Hou who was disgusted by the time. When he wanted to find someone to settle accounts, she had left Gao Feilao!

Thinking of it this way, she couldn't help laughing, as if the child who had secretly done bad things, and then hid, was very excited and very exciting!

Almost the ink on it had dried up, she found a letter and sealed it in, and then looked around for a place to hide.

She could not find the letter so soon, otherwise he would be suspicious, and she would not be able to leave tomorrow!

So she picked up the books on his desk, shoved them into one of them, and then covered the others.

She clapped her hands and pursed her lips with a smile. ”When you see it, it depends on your luck!”

Taking another look at the heavy books, she turned and walked out of the room.

Just as she was stepping on the steps, she couldn't help stopping to look around the yard.

After all, if you look at it for a long time, the more traces you leave, the harder it will be to erase them later.

She could not help lowering her head with her lips, speeding up her pace to walk out of the yard.

One step, two steps, three steps ...

Just before she could step out of the arched door of the courtyard, she suddenly stopped and looked towards the wall full of wisteria.

I saw a figure standing under the purple flowers and green leaves of the entire wall, and the night breeze blew his blue robe, hunting in the air, but gave her an illusion of thin pain.

”You are, Xiao Hou?” She widened her eyes.