"If there is one page missing from my book, I will kill you!" Mr. Li glanced at her coldly, then lay down and closed his eyes to rest.
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"Can't I take it back to see it?" Gu Xiaoai asked.
"no!"
Mr. Li closed his eyes and said without any refutation.
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Forcing others to read, forcing others to stay in his room to read, and not allowing others to damage his books...
It's simply inexplicable.
Gu Xiaoai opened the book in her hand and realized that this book was also a very contemporary book.
It's an old book, and almost every page seems to have been turned over several times, but it's so neat that there's not even a single corner.
No wonder Mr. Li threatened her. He treasured this book so well that it reminded her of his cold-blooded attitude towards Li Juexi...
It is better for my son than for this book.
His son cannot be summed up in just one word: pitiful.
Gu Xiaoai flipped through the pages of the book casually, and there were detailed notes written with a ball pen on each page. The handwriting was neat and powerful, and the writing was as sharp as a sharp edge.
The feeling of seeing the writing passing through the paper is not recent, it has obviously been a long, long time ago...
This word...could it be written by Mr. Li?
Gu Xiaoai looked at Mr. Li who was lying on the bed. He had his eyes closed and it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or not.
Lowering his head, Gu Xiaoai quickly flipped through the book in his hand. The words he wrote were all about the interpretation of planting in this book, and there were no other special words.
But there must be a story in this book that Mr. Li treasures so much.
Gu Xiaoai sat on a chair and carefully flipped through the pages of the book in her hand. There was no printed text, but she was reading the interpretation written by the ball pen.
After a long time, Gu Xiaoai once again glanced at Old Li on the bed, her eyes turning in her eyes as she thought...
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"No one is sweeping, and there is only one key to the room. In Lao Li's hands, we can't get in."
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That's what the servant said. If you can find the key and open the door, you can know the story of Mr. Li...
"Old Li? Old Li?"
Gu Xiaoai shouted in a low voice, Mr. Li was lying on the bed untouched and showed no signs of waking up.
He should be fast asleep.
Gu Xiaoai stood up, put the book on the chair, and looked around.
Where would he put the key?
Gu Xiaoai pursed her lips, and gently opened the drawers in the bedroom one by one, looking for the keys, like a thief, not daring to make a sound.
All the drawers contain useless items.
Besides, the bedroom will be cleaned by the servants. Since Mr. Li attaches so much importance to this key, he will definitely not put it in a drawer. Is it a pocket?
He can preserve a book so completely, and of course he can also carry a key with him for many years...
With this thought in mind, Gu Xiaoai walked towards the clothes hanger.
Hanging on it was the vest that Mr. Li had just taken off. Gu Xiaoai reached into her pocket, and sure enough, she took out a pendant from the pocket on her left chest...
The pendant is very long, with a polished key hanging at the end.
The key is really here...
Gu Xiaoai did not go out rashly. There were bodyguards everywhere outside, and they did not allow her to open the door and then openly check out Lao Li's forbidden area.
Gu Xiaoai looked around, her eyes fell on a pot of flowers in the corner, and she quickly walked over. The soil in the flower pot was not ordinary mud, it was very sticky.
Gu Xiaoai kneaded a piece of soil in the palm of her hand and made a deep impression of both sides of the key on the mud...