The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Each of Lin Ran's diaries is very long, only this one contains only a few sentences, the font is crooked and messy, it seems to be written in an extremely trembling situation, and the writing is very urgent.

Yun Ci squinted her eyes, carefully identified, her pupils suddenly tightened under the lamp.

The content of the diary is.

—My brother killed my mother, I hid under the bed, and my mother told me to keep silent.

Yunci's hand squeezed the corner of the page a little bit.

Brother...killed mom?

The date of this diary is twelve years ago.

Yun Ci heard from Gu Jingwen mentioned that Lin Ran should be 24 this year. Twelve years ago, when Lin Ran was 12 years old, he went to Lin’s house before. The servant also said that Lin Ran’s mother died unexpectedly at the age of 12. Since then, she has become ill.

So, the time is right.

Yunci then turned back.

—Why do everyone say that my mother died by accident? It's not like that. Only I know that it's not like that.

—If my brother knew my secret, would he kill me too?

Between the lines, he was entangled by the breath of fear.

Weird and eerie.

Later, she wrote a little messy, and she couldn't even make a fluent sentence. It seemed that she should have written it when she was sick.

Twelve years ago, she saw her mother being killed with her own eyes. She could not stand the stimulus for a while before she suffered from mental illness. The desire for survival made her keep this secret firmly.

Four years ago, she died in hypnosis, combined with the poison that Xiao Feng bought.

Obviously, Lin Mo was most suspicious of Lin Ran's death.

But these things, including the diary, how she should tell Gu Jingwen, telling him, is tantamount to sprinkling salt on the wound.

Yunci leaned against the back of the chair, raised his head, emptied his pupils, and a fire arose in his heart.

—

One week later, it is monthly exam again.

Jun Duonuan hugged the Buddha's feet temporarily and was still endorsing three minutes before the exam. Xia Beiqin held his head, calmly, and poked her shoulder with a pen.

"Hey! Would you like me to copy a few questions for you?"

Jun Duonuan glanced at him disgustingly: "I'm better off copying you than a dog. The scores obtained by the dog with a pen in his mouth are higher than yours."

"You're looking for a fight, right." Xia Beiqing clenched his fists: "I'm doing enough preparations this time. You can wait."

For the reward of Teacher Shen, he hasn't slept well this month.

The bell rang, and the invigilator came to the classroom and handed out the test papers. Xia Beiqin took the pen and scribbled on the test papers.

Because the positions were separated, Jun Duonen sat diagonally behind him, staring at him incredibly.

So serious?

The exam was finally over, Xia Beiqing stretched out and pinched his sore shoulders: "Oh...I can finally relax, sister-in-law, shall we go to Hipi at night?"

"No." Yun Ci lay on the desk, his voice floating.

Xia Beiqing found it strange that her sister-in-law always seemed to be thinking about it during this period.

Leaving the examination room, Xia Bei bounced to the classroom office. The other teachers had all collected their papers and left. Shen Zhiyu was still sitting in his seat, obviously waiting for him.

"Ms. Shen!" He suddenly rushed over and threw himself on Shen Zhiyu's body.

Shen Zhiyu shook his figure twice, almost fell off the chair, and asked with his glasses, "How did you do in the exam?"

Xia Beiqing put her lips to the man's ear, and deliberately exhaled warmly, her voice was crisp and fluttering: "I got...very well in the exam. I look forward to... Teacher Shen's reward."

Shen Zhiyu's ears trembled, and soon began to congestion, red and bright.