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Yan Wanxi, who was eating at the soup cake shop, couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard those people talking about this matter.
Unexpectedly, she just left yesterday and something like this happened.
Yan Wanxi was about to finish her meal and go to the government office to ask what was going on, when she saw a slender figure walking in at the door.
It is Xing Zhimo.
Yan Wanxi was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to appear here today. "Master Xing, don't you need to be busy today?"
Doesn¡¯t he need to deal with the matter between the prefect and Luo Yanhai?
"Well, there is Mr. Zou." Xing Zhimo looked at her with a softer look on his face.
"Sothe rumors in the market today are all true?" Yan Wanxi blinked her beautiful watery eyes and looked at him, wanting to get a definite answer from him.
"Well, this is not a place for talking." Xing Zhimo glanced at those who were listening with their ears pricked up and said lightly.
Yan Wanxi then realized that they were in the lobby, not in the wing, so she took Xing Zhimo to the wing upstairs.
When they arrived at the wing, Xing Zhimo told Yan Wanxi the whole story.
"You mean, Xin Yanpo colluded with the men in black and then killed Luo Yanhai, and he also wants to pin the blame on Mr. Zou and the Ding family?" After hearing Xing Zhimo's words, Yan Wanxi couldn't help but feel a little bit funny.
"The prefect is stupid enough to go to the government office to look for Mr. Zou with false evidence. Buthow did he know that you are not in the government office?" Yan Wanxi pointed out the most important point.
When Xing Zhimo heard this, his face became a little colder and he said, "I have asked Zuo Xia to check."
Someone must have tipped off this matter, and it was someone close to him.
"That's good." Yan Wanxi took out some cinnabar from one side, put it on the table, and said, "Master Xing, come on, I'm here anyway, you can try to draw the formation I drew that day first."
Xing Zhimo was stunned, but he didn¡¯t expect that she would still remember it. She also wanted to find her father as soon as possible.
His eyes were a little dim, but he still picked up the wolf brush on the table and started drawing.
It¡¯s just that his mind was unstable, and the formation he drew had no spiritual power at all.
Yan Wanxi frowned and asked, "Master Xing, is there something on your mind?"
After hearing this, Xing Zhimo shook his head and said, "I have forgotten how to draw."
He just said it casually, but Yan Wanxi stood behind him and said: "Be still, hold your breath and concentrate, and pour all your spiritual power into the tip of the pen, like this"
Suddenly, Xing Zhimo felt that his big hand was wrapped by a soft little hand. The boneless little hand was a little cold. When it touched his hand, he actually felt that his hand was a little hot.
"Be firm when writing." The woman's voice was soft and soft, which made him feel his heart beating wildly, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the white little hands.
He actually had an urge to hold it back.
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He coughed hurriedly and said, "It's okay."
However, his ears were still slightly flushed, his hands were slightly sweaty, and his heart was beating wildly.
The vague orchid fragrance just now still lingered in his nose, making him even more unable to concentrate on drawing the formation.
Yan Wanxi saw that his cheeks were a little red and thought he was sick. Her fair hand went directly to his forehead, but before she touched it, he shrank back.
Yan Wanxi fell forward due to inertia (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com