Fu Wei's eyebrows moved, she didn't move on the stairs, her fingers grasping the handrails of the stairs tightened slightly, and her hesitant expression kept changing on her face.

"Of course I want to eat it, I like to eat the matcha mousse made by Aunt Jin the most," she said in a brisk tone, and the smile on her face was lively and cute. and the hesitation just now.

"Then I'll make it for Luo Luo today, and remember to eat it later," Aunt Jin was still downstairs cleaning up the tableware on the table, her back to Fu Wei's figure was full of busyness, Fu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the neat and capable back, a strange feeling in her heart surfaced again.

Back in her room, she sat on a chair on the balcony, and the green trees outside did not look like the guard's bodyguard at all, but like a prisoner and a prison guard, trapping her in the manor.

"Where did you put the diary of Rao?" Fu Mo rummaged around the house, but couldn't find the existence of the diary. She just flipped through Rao's ins again and found that she mentioned in the comments that she had a diary, so Fu Fu began a long search.

[Isn't there any existence of a diary in the memory of Entrusted Rao?] 1973 also made a mistake, and it shouldn't have been like this.

Although the memory received by Fu Wei is only before the client, and the future things can only be understood in the data, and the data are all dictated or registered by the client, so there are many things that are not recorded in detail in the data at all or do not exist at all, but the diary was there before, and the memory of the entrusted Rao should not be absent.

"Not at all, don't put the diary anywhere, I don't even have an impression of what the diary looks like," Fu Wei sat on the carpet and lay on the edge of the bed.

1973 is still sorry for her: [That's too miserable, you don't know anything now.] ]

This task is a little too difficult for her brain.

Fu Wei, on the other hand, had already reached out to pry open the delicately embroidered sheets with intricate patterns hanging from the side of the bed, and found a locked rectangular box from under the bed board.

[OC, how did you find the executor?] 1973 exclaimed, hiding in such a hidden place, to Fu Hui was found by mistake, and 1973 was restored to factory settings, and I don't believe it.

Fu Mo was already holding the box in front of her eyes and slowly flipping it over and studying, and she was not impatient when she heard 1973's words, she replied: "I don't know, just sitting there, I feel like I should do that in the next second." ”

She seemed to have done this action thousands of times, and she was so skilled that Fu Mo was a little surprised. The box was tightly hidden under the bed, if it weren't for Fu Wei's subconscious actions, Fu Mo would still turn the whole room upside down, and the existence of the box would not be found.

Unless she turned the whole bed up, it was a bit of a possibility.

[Then hurry up and see what's inside, it feels like it's something important,] 1973 hurriedly urged.

How secretive is this hiding, how does it feel like an ordinary child hiding a diary and not wanting their parents to see it?

"I want to see it too, but I don't remember the key," Fu Wei looked at the delicate wooden box in his hand and also made a difficulty, what if he found the box, he couldn't open it without a key.

The wooden box continues the unified decoration style of this home, prosperous and exquisite, the outside of the box is covered with dense carved patterns, the style is a bit like the box of the medieval aristocratic sister, revealing a sense of luxury.

But the unfortunate thing is that there is an ordinary lock hanging on the opening of the box where the lid and the box body are connected, so that the distance between the box lid and the box body is only two millimeters.

[Or you smash it.] ]

Anyway, it's just a box, so it shouldn't be very expensive? And the task is much more important than the box, and there is nothing wrong with sacrificing it.

"There's no need to smash it, just find a way to open the lock," women always have pity for good-looking things, and if they want Fu Mo to smash the box open, she still prefers to smash the lock.

Fu Mo walked aimlessly around the room with the box in his arms, constantly making some strange movements on some strange things, to see if he could trigger the body memory of the commission Rao again.

But her experiment this time was not as easy as the last time, and she made all kinds of strange movements and gestures in the room, but none of them brought back her next memory.

"Let's get the locks," Fu Fu took the scissors from the desk, squirming over the raised locks that adorned the box.

She threaded the metal end of the scissors through the metal hole in the lock, then held the scissors and took the box so that it didn't move. Then he held the other end of the scissors with his right hand, and with the other hand, he twisted and writhed on the ground, trying to break the lock and open it.

"Luo Luo, come down and eat matcha mousse," Aunt Kim's voice came from outside the door, and the sound of the room door being turned was also heard.

Fu Wei was stunned by Aunt Jin's movements, and her hands were forced, but the front end of the scissors had slipped to the edge of the lock, and the metals collided, and the two slipped.

The tip of the scissors slipped out of the lock and slid onto Fu Wei's left hand, her hand was like a beautiful moving picture, and as soon as the scissors slid over, a mark was immediately cut.

And blood slowly poured out of the wound.

"Oh no, it's bad," Fu Mo couldn't hide the box, and it was not convenient for him to be supported, and when Aunt Jin opened the door, Fu Mo still held the box in her hand and looked at the door helplessly.

Even the wounds on his hands are not in the mood to care.

Aunt Jin met Fu Wei's panicked expression at first glance, and then her eyes slowly moved down, and her pupils shrank slightly when she saw the wooden box, and then quickly covered it up.

She ran to Fu Wei's side in slippers, and said distressedly: "My ancestor, why did you make such a long cut with your hand." ”

She raised Fu Wei's hand into the air, looked at it distressedly, and lowered her head to blow it closer, "Don't touch it, you wait for me to get the medicine box." ”

[She really feels sorry for you, I'm curious about what her punishment is,] 1973 looked at Aunt Jin's anxious and panicked back, and then thought of her gloomy appearance before, and her curiosity became more and more serious.

"Don't be deceived by her," Fu Wei looked down at the wooden box she had just gotten not long ago, and sighed with pity.

Aunt Kim's reaction just now did not escape her eyes, and Aunt Kim's initial surprise was not at all at her hand, but at the wooden box next to her hand.

Aunt Jin discovered the existence of this box, and eighty percent of it was bad. I don't know if I can do anything and talk about her, whether I can keep this thing.

Aunt Jin quickly took the medicine box up, she knelt at Fu Wei's feet, hung Fu Tao's hand on the edge of the bed, and she took an alcohol swab from the medicine box next to her, and sincerely disinfected her.

Fu Mo had to see this woman in front of her with a very high rank, and every bit of her, even down to an eyelash, showed her undisguised pity.

In particular, she was also blowing on Fu Wei's wounds while disinfecting, like a good aunt.

If it weren't for the fact that the punishment she had threatened before was too frightening and curious, and the surprise at the wooden box that she had just had no time to put away.

Fu Hao might really think that she cared about herself.