[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

Zheng Xingrou didn't know how to face her former friend. She thought that Krista would be as entangled as she was, but Krista was extremely indifferent to the "truth".

"You... don't you have anything to say to me?" Zheng Xingrou said with difficulty, after all... no matter what, her father had an accident because of their mother and daughter...

Christa glanced over with cold eyes, "What do you want to hear?"

It is difficult for her to understand Zheng Xingrou's complicated feelings, let alone that she is a person with weak feelings, let alone she is not the real Jiang Yuebai.Furthermore, this was the decision made by Zheng Xingrou's parents at the beginning. Anything to be said is aimed at the couple, and has nothing to do with Zheng Xingrou himself.

Zheng Xingrou took a step back, in her mind, Jiang Yuebai apologized to her, and she graciously told Jiang Yuebai that it was not her fault, and they would be able to clear up the past and reconcile as before.But Jiang Yuebai doesn't follow her script at all now.

Krista saw what she was thinking and thought she was innocent and funny.

"Why do you think your mother would tell the whole truth so simply?"

"Isn't it because you asked her..." What is there to be suspicious about?Zheng Xingrou couldn't figure it out.

"How magnanimous do you have to be for the child of the enemy who killed your husband?" Krista sneered disapprovingly.

Mrs. Zheng deliberately pointed the contradiction at Andre in her narration, which can only be said to be a little thought that no one knows about.She helped Jiang Li back then without doubt out of sincerity, but the price she paid far exceeded what she could bear. This extra price she paid for no reason fermented into vicious resentment in her grief, and she lurked in the dark to complete the fatal blow of revenge.

Isn't father and daughter turning against each other the best revenge?

Therefore, Christa did not fully believe what Mrs. Zheng said.

Mrs. Zheng is cautious, for the sake of herself and her daughter, she will never go into this muddy water herself, she just chooses to mention Krista a few words at such an appropriate time.

That's why Krista said she was a smart person.

Smart people in the worldly sense.

Christa didn't continue the conversation with Zheng Xingrou, she was more willing to have a detailed talk with Chen Ruoze than with a well-protected girl like Zheng Xingrou.

Chen Ruoze still had a part of the information that she didn't get out, and it happened to be exchanged with the news she got from Mrs. Zheng today.

Also...why Chen Ruoze appeared beside her is also debatable.

I have lived too much myself in the past few years, and even ignored many clues under my eyes.The rest is Sivir's side...we should meet up sometime after returning to London.

After so many years, the truth of Jiang Li's death was still uncovered by someone with a heart.Just a little compensation for borrowing her daughter's identity for so many years at that time.

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Sherlock came downstairs quickly, the long tassels hanging under the scarf were swaying in the north wind, and the woolen coat that fit the figure swayed sharply as he walked.

Zheng Xingrou was a little afraid of this handsome and thin young man, so she brushed her hair and smiled unnaturally at Christa, "Then I'll go up first."

Christa nodded, watched her go upstairs, and then slowly looked at Sherlock.

"Grandpa and grandma are going to the student's house today, what shall we have for dinner?"

The two culinary idiots were relatively silent.

This silent atmosphere didn't get better until the bottom of the hot pot was served.

Christa couldn't help holding her forehead, and she said casually, "Why don't you go eat hot pot!" Sherlock, an Englishman who is not even skilled in using chopsticks, agreed!

agreed!

The smiles of the waiters in the standard white uniforms were also a little stiff. This pair of guests, one is completely Caucasian, and the other is obviously mixed. The kind who can't even use chopsticks! She doubts whether these two people can eat hot pot?

"Two... If you need some service help, you can call us at any time." The waiter said with difficulty.

Christa didn't notice the embarrassment in the waiter's tone, she nodded with a smile to show that she understood, her elbows rested on the table, her fingers clasped together to lift her chin, her body leaned forward slightly, it was a question about something Very interested gesture.

"Sherlock, what did you hear from Mrs. Zheng that shocked you?"

"Where did you find it?" The detective was more interested in how she found it out, and of course the possibility that Sherlock deliberately changed the subject could not be ruled out.

Christa happily picked up a piece of beef from the bottom of the boiling pot, "Oh, I guessed it casually. But you just told me that I was right."

Sherlock who was tricked for the first time in his life: "..."

Sherlock grinned at Krista with a big smile, the corners of his lips raised to the maximum.

Krista almost couldn't hold the chopsticks in the detective's hand like this, and Sherlock proudly took this opportunity to scoop up the ingredients in the pot and put them into his own bowl.

The little girl held the chopsticks again and puffed out her mouth angrily, "Sherlock! You are too much!"

The detective raised his eyebrows and smiled more innocently than her favorite expression of innocence.

...What's the matter with being a little silly and cute?Christa met Sherlock's smile, silently lowered her head and poked the balls at the bottom of the bowl with her chopsticks.

Don't bother with such a stupid detective.

"Then what shocking secret did that lady tell you?" Krista suddenly spoke again in the middle of eating.

Sherlock choked on being interrupted by her words, and the breath of chili and peppercorns spread in his throat, forcing the detective's eyes to glisten with tears.

Without sympathy, Christa took out her mobile phone to take a picture of his face, and sent it to McCoff.

The detective was so tormented by the chili pepper that he had no chance to prevent Krista from recording such a detrimental aspect of his brilliance. He coughed hard, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his face was flushed.

A peeled fruit candy was handed to him.

The girl's slender five fingers set off the candy, and the orange candy with the same color candy wrapper made the girl's hands a bit fairer.

Seeing that the detective didn't respond, Christa sighed sympathetically, flipped her slender fingers, and stuffed the fruit candy directly into Sherlock's mouth.

"Will it be better?"

Seeing that Sherlock hadn't changed, she asked a little worriedly.

Sherlock was completely stunned at this time.

No girl has ever had such "intimate" physical contact with him. The soft touch of the girl's fingertips brushing against his lips is still sensual, and the sweet smell of fruit candy spreads quickly between the lips and tongue. The sweetness is just right, not greasy.

Maybe...the fat man Mycroft likes sweets...isn't it completely unreasonable?

"Would you like some water?" Krista asked again.

The detective finally reacted this time, shaking his head mechanically, and only realized something was wrong after doing this action.

"No, it's fine."

"That's good." Christa breathed a sigh of relief, "I brought this candy. I didn't say anything just now, did I? Scared you like this?"

She was suspicious in her heart, and began to consider whether she should go to see Mrs. Zheng again. Sherlock's attitude seemed to know something serious.

Sherlock was able to discern some of Christa's thoughts skillfully from her subtle expressions, and knew that she was suspicious in this way.

But he thinks it's not suitable for Christa to know about it yet.This matter is too critical, and it is not good for Christa.

So the detective quietly changed the topic.

……

"Deliberately designing Jiang Li's car accident, Andre is not the main responsibility."

Christa knew well that Sherlock was trying to lead the conversation, so she had better ask Mrs. Zheng herself.What Sherlock was saying now was indeed one of her concerns.

"It's Cecil."

she said firmly.

"And I'm leaning toward my father not knowing that my mother's car accident was contrived."

She put her hands on the table, her expression was cold and serious, and there was a rare look of chill when she looked closely.

Sherlock's cell phone rang suddenly, and there was a text message alert.

He made a pause gesture and looked down to check a text message from some idle government clerk in London.

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"I heard that you were bullied by Christa and cried. -MH"