This is enough to explain many problems.

In the afternoon, the little milk can was taking a nap, and Boyce sat in the back garden and drank afternoon tea.

Wen churan slowly sat down next to him, pretending to be casual and asked, "Mr. Boyce is also erudite and talented. He must love reading very much?"

Bai Yisi looked at Wen churan and seemed to be thinking about the meaning of her question.

After reading for a long time, he looked away and replied, "I don't like reading."

Lie!

Have you begun to rush to put aside the common ground between yourself and Shengshi ink?

Wen churan asked again, "do you like sweets, Mr. Boyce?"

"Well, it's OK."

"Maybe... You like to dig holes in your bedroom like a mouse?"

Hearing this, Bai Yisi frowned and looked at Wen churan. "What are you trying to express?"

Are you in a hurry? Impatient?

Are you afraid that the more you answer, the more flaws will be revealed?

Wen churan asked these questions, of course, not to hear the real answer from his mouth, but to see his reaction.

Even if he pretends again, he will show a little flaw when lying. Even if there is only a little, Wen churan can keenly catch it.

Because she knows Sheng Shimo too well.

She knew the meaning of every expression.

At this moment, she can basically be sure that the man in front of her is Sheng Shimo. There is only one fatal evidence to force him to admit it!

In the evening, Wen churan left Bai Yisi to eat at the presidential palace. He suddenly sighed.

Seeing this, Boyce asked, "what's the matter with you?"

Wen churan said with a sad face, "do you know? I've thought a lot these days. I think... Adair, he died because of me. "

Boyce frowned and said coldly, "don't think about it. He didn't die for you."

Wen churan asked, "Mr. Boyce, you don't know the truth. Why are you so sure?"

In a word, Boyce was stunned.

Wen churan sighed again. "You don't know how much he loves me. He can die for me. I even..."

Then she raised her hand to wipe her tears and sobbed, "I even want to die with him..."

Boyce squeezed the chopsticks in his hand and said loudly, "don't think about it! Even if he died for you, I hope you can live well. You should cherish your life more! "

Wen churan was stunned and looked at Bai Yisi in surprise. "Mr. Bai Yisi, why are you so excited?"

Bai Yisi realized his gaffe, coughed dry, pretended to be nothing and said, "I'm not used to others always talking about death. Even if it's not you who said these words today, I won't stop others. Don't misunderstand."

Wen churan raised her eyebrows.

She hasn't said anything yet. He's in such a hurry to explain?

When Bai Yisi left the presidential palace, he looked at Wen churan with worried eyes and said, "sleep well tonight and don't think about anything. Think about the little milk can... He's still small and needs you around. "

Wen churan nodded, "OK."

After Bai Yisi left, he waited until midnight. Wen churan walked into Sheng Shimo's study, stood in front of the wall with the mural, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Bai Yisi.