Ximen Longting resolutely solved Jing Huatian's mess.

The money he owed to the bank and the property he lost in gambling were all returned to his name in an instant with a stroke of Ximen Longting's pen.

Half an hour later, the motorcade returned to Jing Huatian's bungalow.

Jinghua ran up to the study on the second floor without stopping, opened the locked drawer, and took out the suicide note.

The moment he went out, his footsteps froze.

Ximen Longting was so generous because of this suicide note. And the man who smoked Cuban cigarettes also came here because of this suicide note.

Could there be some mystery in this suicide note?

Jing Huatian kept an eye on it, immediately picked up a pen and paper, and copied a copy of the suicide note.

If it is copied directly, the copy will be visible...

But if it was a copy, they had never seen Jing Meilin's handwriting, so they couldn't tell it apart at all.

Downstairs, Ximen Longting took a sip of tea, and the strong smell of the tea made him frown.

Wilson asked incomprehensively: "Master, I really don't understand. This Jing Huatian has a habit of gambling excessively. Even if we help him solve it this time, it won't be long before he gambles until he loses everything again... and the mouth of a living person

The least strict, why not just clean it up?" Killing people and silencing them has always been Ximen Longting's style of doing things, leaving no consequences.

Ximen Longting smiled coldly: "I don't want her to bear more lives because of me."

Everything is for Jing Jiaren...

"If we don't do it clean this time, if the deaths of the two young ladies of the Jing family are known to Miss Jing, I'm afraid..." It will be even worse.

After Jing Huatian read the suicide note, even if it was burned, his mouth would still talk nonsense.

Ximen Longting secretly said: "He has no evidence, and I will not give him this chance."

"Master Xi, I kept you waiting for a long time. I forgot which book it was in and I was looking for it for a long time..."

Wilson took the suicide note and handed it to Ximen Longting.

"No copy left?"

"Why should I keep this..." Jing Huatian felt guilty.

Ximen Longting lit the metal lighter, burned the suicide note, threw it into the ashtray, and watched it completely burn to ashes.

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In the hospital, Jing Jiaren takes care of the white camellias in the narrow-necked vase.

"Depression?" she asked indifferently, "Why didn't I know she had this disease?"

Jing Huatian replied: "Yes, actually she has been sick since high school. She was eliminated from the ballet finals and came back crying and had all her ballet clothes cut off. Do you remember?"

Jing Jiaren remembered this incident, and Jing Meilin was very gloomy after that, like a hedgehog that no one could touch.

"I always thought she had a willful personality."

"I also thought she was spoiled by me." Jing Huatian said sadly, "I didn't expect that she had depression. She had not received psychological counseling and treatment for many years, so it became serious."

"Are you sure it's depression?"

"Her depression proves that I brought it all..." Jing Huatian took it out of his briefcase and showed it to Jing Jiaren.

She glanced at it casually: "Where's the suicide note? Have you brought it too?"

"Burned together with Mei Lin's body."

"What did you write?"

"It's nothing more than her hatred for you. She has been inferior to you in everything since she was a child. All the boys she has liked have favored you." Jing Huatian followed Ximen Longting's instructions and avoided the important.

Jing Meilin had a crush on several boys at school, but they all confessed to Jing Jiaren but were rejected.
Chapter completed!