The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 617

She took two notebooks to ask the butler. The butler frowned and compared for a long time, and said embarrassedly: "Well, I don't know. The young master used to have good academic performance, and the master and the others didn't check their homework. Only the great-grandfather would occasionally take a look. .”

Butler Qi mentioned grandpa many times, and other servants also said that grandpa liked Huo Yuan very much, Huo Yuan was a very nice person with a kind heart.

But such a person who lives in an environment full of sunshine and love...

Why did it become like this?

From a three-good student, to now such a devil who doesn't recognize his relatives and kills without blinking an eye.

Jiang Xin stroked the notebook, and said slowly, "I once heard Miss Gu say that Mr. Huo has a younger brother?"

As soon as these words came out, Steward Qi's expression changed drastically, and he said in a panic, "Ma'am, Mr. Huo doesn't have any younger brother, please don't say this in front of the young master!"

Jiang Xin looked at Butler Qi puzzled, the panic and dodge on the latter's face had already proved to her that Huo Yuan did have a younger brother.

And this matter has obviously become a taboo for the Huo family.

Jiang Xin didn't continue to ask anymore, she nodded, "I see, maybe I got it wrong."

Steward Qi smiled embarrassingly, "Yes, our master has only one son, and that is the young master. Madam, don't say this again in the future!"

After Qi Butler said this, he left in a hurry under the pretext of having something to do.

Jiang Xin stared at the direction where he was leaving, and her eyes fell on the notebook in her hand. She seemed to be close to the truth.

Is unlocking the secret of this handwriting one step closer to the parents' accident?

She took a deep breath, took the notebook back to the utility room, and continued to look through the homework and books, separating the books with different handwritings and placing them in different positions.

There are too many books, from elementary school to university, it will not be a matter of time for her to finish allocating them, but from a rough look, there are not many books with neat handwriting.

Moreover, after the fourth and fifth grades, it is difficult to see books with neat handwriting.

Inadvertently, Jiang Xin found this thick notebook again.

She flipped through a page at random, only to find that it was written in a diary, but it had been scribbled so that it could not be seen clearly, only the first line: July [-], Friday, today...

After that, it was a blur, completely wiped out by the pen, the messy lines, the punctured paper, and every page that followed was almost completely wiped out.

For some reason, seeing these messy pen and ink, Jiang Xin felt an indescribable depression in her heart.

Halfway through, the diary disappeared and turned into colorful graffiti, the combination of black and red, like blood and darkness.

I can't tell what the painting is, but it seems that I can read it. Every painting seems to tell Jiang Xin that the person who painted this painting is suppressing a demon in his heart, and these lines are the demon that imprisoned him. Devil's chains.

Those hideous colors are trying to break through the shackles of these chains, but they are locked firmly.

Flipping back, there are a few pages empty in the middle.

The painting style is no longer weird, there are no lines, the colors have blue and green other than red and black, and the handwriting has become as neat as before.

The grassland, the sky, and the stream seem to have changed owners.

"What are you looking at?"

The sudden voice from behind made Jiang Xin shake her hands in fright, and the notebook in her hand fell to the ground and hit her foot.