After leaving Mr. Song's room, Lu Zijia went to the door of the second room.

This time without her saying more, song zhuohai spontaneously and consciously opened the door for her and invited her to enter.

"This is my room with my wife."

Lu Zijia walked in and nodded, "I can see."

"Master Lu?"

Seeing Lu Zijia walking to the balcony, he stood outside the balcony and didn't move. He couldn't help but wonder.

"Oh, my God! We have a room, too? "

Fang Yueqiu, who also followed up, turned pale again. As soon as her feet were soft, she almost fell.

Thanks to song Zhuo's bad eye and quick hand, he held her.

Song zhuohai didn't know whether Lu Zijia saw what was ordered, and didn't answer his wife's question.

But they looked at Lu Zijia together and waited for her answer nervously.

Lu Zijia stood on the balcony, stared at a basin of violets for a while, waved to the Song family and motioned them to come over.

"Master Lu, did you find anything?" Song zhuohai walked over with his wife and asked.

In fact, song zhuohai hopes Lu Zijia didn't find it, which means there's no dirty things.

Unfortunately, Lu Zijia didn't do what he wanted.

She stretched out her white finger, pointed to the violet on the balcony and said, "this flower is raised with human blood and has been enchanted.

A month after this plate of violets appeared, your husband and wife must often have nightmares?

Moreover, the scene in your dream is the last thing you want it to happen. "

With Lu Zijia's words, song zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu's faces changed.

Look at that, it's obviously right.

"I remember this pot of flowers. Did zhuolan give it to you?"

Master song stared at the basin of violets with his old eyes. His face was expressionless, and his tone was like the tranquility before the storm.

Fang Yueqiu opened her mouth for a long time before she said, "yes, yes, it was given to me by zhuolan more than two months ago."

At the right time, she and her husband had nightmares for more than a month.

If the previous landscape painting, it can be said that song zhuolan may have been used.

So, what about the violets now? Is it still being used?

Such a statement is really unbelievable!

"Why!"

Fang Yueqiu's body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes to song Zixuan were full of endless regret.

Why did song zhuolan do this? Over the years, she completely treated song zhuolan as her own sister and never treated her badly.

Why did song zhuolan do this!

Zixuan is her own son, the blood of the Song family, and her nephew of song zhuolan!

Poor her son, who has suffered so much for so many years, let her be a mother. What face will she have to face her son in the future?

"Xiao Qiu..."

Song zhuohai also knows that song zhuolan is the most suspected now, but song zhuolan is his own sister anyway.

In any case, it is impossible for him to lay hands on his sister until he has thoroughly investigated it.

Fang Yueqiu also understood song zhuohai's concerns, but she couldn't accept them.

After all, the evidence is so red in front of her. How can she believe that song zhuolan is innocent?

Song zhuohai looked at his hand pushed away by his wife. He took a hard blow in his heart and opened his mouth to say something.

But Fang Yueqiu didn't seem to want to listen to him anymore. She silently turned around and turned her back to him.