Wen Qiao returned to the residence that He Xihuai had prepared for her, and when she thought of Fu Nanli's appearance, she couldn't help but feel a tingling in her heart.

She has to solve it quickly, she has to find evidence quickly, Fu Nanli's father's death has nothing to do with her.

It was Theresa who risked her life to tell her the secret, and she was grateful to Theresa, and when she got the secret, she began to plan all this.

In Fu Nanli's situation, she had to speed up the progress.

When Fu Xianyuan was looking for her, his body had been injected with a lethal drug, and he just wanted to use Fu Xianyuan to separate the relationship between her and the Fu family.

And before Theresa told her, no one knew about it, so after Fu Xianyuan's death, the body was cremated quickly.

This makes the evidence even more difficult to find.

The only breakthrough is He Xihuai.

And the injection of the potion is He Xihuai's own hand, so at present, Wen Qiao's task is to let He Xihuai personally tell his own conspiracy.

It's almost an impossible task.

But Wen Qiao can only advance, not retreat.

She lay on the bed, her eyes open, thinking about how to pry open the impossible opening.

She began to study the situation of split personality disorder, and the only breakthrough point for He Xihuai was that he had a triple personality.

Wen Qiao's eyes were calm, maybe she had to wait.

This is half a year.

Soon it will be summer again, and Haicheng has entered a thunderstorm.

Wen Qiao is already used to it in Pentagram now, and what she is not used to is that there is no man named Fu Nanli by her side.

In the past six months, he has not come to see her, and I heard that he has been busy with his work.

What she didn't know was that he would often quietly watch her in secret.

Now, He Xihuai already trusts her very much, because in the past half a year, she has done a very good job, although she will not obey He Xihuai's words, but their ideas often coincide.

He Xihuai's trust in her and his appreciation for her are beyond words.

On this day, it was raining heavily, and Wen Qiao and He Xihuai took a car back to Wen Qiao's residence together.

The bodyguard held a large black umbrella and picked up the two of them to get out of the car.

Click, a thunderbolt fell, and both of them walked in without changing their faces.

Wen Qiao personally made a cup of coffee for He Xihuai and brought it to him.

He Xihuai looked at her with a smile: "You actually make me coffee." ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "What, I'm afraid I'll be drugged?" ”

He Xihuai spread his hands: "I didn't say that. ”

Wen Qiao took a sip of his own, and then pushed it to his hand: "You can not be so guarded, if you don't even give me this trust, then I can't be your heir." ”

He Xihuai took the coffee cup, put his slender fingers on the golden handle, and finally, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Outside the window, there was another thunderbolt.

Wen Qiao smiled: "Do you know that you have a child personality in your body?" ”

He Xihuai was indifferent: "Naturally, I know, but the main personality has been abused since childhood, so that weak personality has been living in the body, and there is probably no hope of coming out again in this life, what?" Have you seen it? ”

Wen Qiao propped his arms on the back of the sofa chair, and looked lazy: "I've seen it, it's a little pitiful, I keep calling me sister, just use your current face to let me save him." ”

He Xihuai's face was a little hideous: "Enough, needless to say." ”

Wen Qiao shrugged: "What's wrong?" ”

He Xihuai got up and walked upstairs.