Jing Jiaren's eyes saw the watch on his wrist, and he couldn't help but think of New Year's Eve.

Didn't Wilson say later that he threw away his watch?

Ximen Longting noticed her gaze, lowered his eyes and said, "I found the sketchbook when I picked up this watch." ”

"Since I threw it away, Weishenme has to pick it up again."

"Because I can't help it."

"Throw away feelings, do you think you can pick them up if you want to?" Jing Jiaren's eyes were cold, "I also threw away my watch, I won't go back and pick it up!" ”

This watch is a pair, and at that time it was said that they would walk together every minute and every second.

As a result, both of them threw away their watches, which is ironic.

Ximen Longting had dark eyes: "I have already asked people to go to Repulse Bay to salvage." ”

Jing Jiaren's face changed.

"You threw it away, I'll help you pick it up."

"I'll throw it away again—" Jing Jiaren didn't dare tell him, and after he turned to leave, she had already jumped into the lake to pick it up. Although it was later salvaged by Leng Lintian, it is still in Leng Lintian's room.

Simon Longting didn't speak, and continued to sketch the paper.

"I don't hear it, I don't want to pick it up, don't pick it up!"

"You eat first."

“……”

"Forgot what the doctor just said?" Simon Longting was about to get up and come over to feed her.

Jing Jiaren was busy drinking it herself.

At this time, Simon Longting's mobile phone rang.

He picked it up, answered a few words, glanced at Jing Jiaren, and then hung up.

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Is it about me?" ”

"There were no surveillance cameras on that section of the road to the countryside," Simon Longting said, closing his phone, "I'm investigating the cause of your accident." ”

The porridge in Jing Jia's mouth became even more tasteless.

"According to the investigation, the accident occurred due to a malicious collision between two vehicles. The car that fell on the ridge was completely incinerated, and only the unrecognizable corpse of a woman remained......"

As soon as Jing Jiaren's stomach turned over, she was about to vomit.

Ximen Longting came in a few steps, picked up the paper basket and handed it to her.

Jing Jiaren vomited in disgust, and she wanted to vomit when she thought of the bloody car accident scene.

Simon Longting patted her on the back gently: "My fault, I shouldn't have mentioned it to you." ”

"Do you know who that female corpse is?"

"I had her belongings identified, but I haven't come up with any results."

"It's Jing Meilin."

Simon Longting's body suddenly stiffened. He was confused about the names of the three daughters of the Jing family, thinking that it was the second daughter "Jing Meixue" who died for Jing Jiaren.

"Do you remember her?" Jing Jiaren raised her and said mockingly, "Probably your noble person has forgotten about things, and has forgotten her!" ”

Ximen Longting was slaughtered: "She's still alive?" ”

He himself was buried.

"Of course she's alive - you sent her to Ethiopia to work as a courtesan, and you forgot?"

Ximen Longting relaxed slightly: "Is it her?" ”

"Who else else?" Jing Jiaren asked alertly, "Who do you think I'm talking about?" ”

weishenme Ximen Longting's tone, there are other people who are dead?

Ximen Longting's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he changed the subject: "How could she know your route?" ”

"I'm wondering too, and she's got a gun."

"I'll investigate this matter to the end."

Now that she knows Jing Meilin's identity, she will use her clue to investigate what she has done recently.

"I'm going back to Jing's house." Jing Jiaren also wanted to get things straight.

"Nope." Simon Longting flatly refused.

“weishenme？”