The entire bookcase is stuffed with books, irregularly placed in different sizes and thicknesses, ancient and modern Chinese and foreign world masterpieces. If you check it one by one, you may not be able to find it even if you turn it to dawn.

Besides, time is running out for her......

Li Mi's expression was extremely serious, and her hands kept trembling, you must know that it was the first time she had done such a thing.

She frowned at the bookcase, her chest visibly heaving. In order to regain her composure, she subconsciously raised her hand and bit her finger.

The whole wall of bookcases is too easy to make people suspicious, and a person like Xu Lao, who is greedy for money and lustful, will not care about what the literati and think.

What if he was trying to hide his secret? In order to sort out the accounts of his usual transactions, he will definitely keep a book of accounts for himself. And at his age, he must be accustomed to black and white records.

Li Qiqi wanted to find out Xu Lao's handwriting, so that she could imitate Xu Lao's handwriting to draw up an asset transfer agreement.

I didn't expect that my useless copying talent would be useful today.

But where is the handwriting placed?

Looking around again, the furniture is neatly displayed and the countertops are spotlessly tidy......

She walked closer to the bookcase, and casually took one of the books from the bookcase through a handkerchief.

Sure enough, a puff of dust kicked up as the pages were turned.

If you're lucky......

Li Qiqi guessed and turned off all the candles in the darkroom. Then he took out his mobile phone and looked at the corner of the bookcase by the bright light of the camera.

Due to the dim lighting in the room, the bookcase looks like a huge decoration that no one cares about. Naturally, the lazy female worker didn't care about this bulky guy placed in a dimly lit place.

Through the accumulation of time and moon, the bookcase partitions and dead corners have been contaminated with a small amount of dust, as if covered with a layer of gray fog.

The height of the whole wall bookcase is expected to be 3 meters, Xu Lao is about 1.8 meters tall, and the length of a normal person's arms is the same as the height of his body.

According to this range, Li Mi followed the bright light of the mobile phone camera to shine layer by layer. It is on one of the floors, near the innermost part on the left, because of the long-term reading, there are clear lines of behavior left around.

Li Mi took off this unusual hard-covered book through a hand towel. The book is pure black, without a book cover, thicker, and the paper is yellowed.

Immediately flipped through one of them, and the inky blue handwriting written by the fountain pen appeared in front of him, and Li Mi quickly flipped through it, carefully recording the rules of handwriting.

inadvertently also turned out another layer of the relationship between the He family and Xu Lao, Xu Lao is actually the horse boy of the He family? But at the dinner table just now, I couldn't see the slightest bit of Xu Lao's awe in the face of He Zhixia, didn't it depend on the owner to beat the dog?

His heart sank, and this layer of fog was full of fog, and Li Qiqi had a headache.

As time passed, she had to write the asset transfer agreement word for word and hand it over to Gu Fei.

Even with this thought, my hands kept trembling.

She couldn't tell why about this part of the memory. Or why at all. Pure instinct, instinct instigated her, drove her, did it.

When everything was done, she made up her mind to go to the man, to ask him if he really liked her.