Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haiyan's eyes flickered violently, as if she was moving her mind quickly.

Su Haitang didn't rush, the old god was waiting on the ground, as if he didn't care about this trivial matter.

Indeed, compared to the entire case, who wrote the anonymous letter and whether the content was fabricated has no effect so far.

But the impact on Su Haiyan is different.

She planned revenge with all her heart, thinking that she was a high and mighty God, but she never thought that everything was deceiving herself, harming herself instead of harming others!

If she didn't get rid of that damned anonymous letter, she would be infamous for sending her mother to prison by herself.

Su Haiyan, who always likes to take advantage, is willing to suffer such a big loss!

She has other cards! She also has Xu Guoping! She wants to be the chief's wife, open a bunch of profitable factories, and have a lot of good life!

"Where's the paper?" Su Haiyan quickly made up her mind, and opened her mouth bluntly to beg for a pen and paper.

I don't believe that she can still recognize her by writing ugly words on purpose! She is used to writing with her right hand and her left hand is ugly, it's only natural!

Su Haitang got the result he wanted, asked the soldiers guarding the door for pens and paper, and went back to watch Su Haiyan write with his own eyes.

Su Haiyan is like a child who has just learned to hold a pen in the Yuhong class. Even when writing with her right hand, her strokes are rigid and rigid, not to mention her left hand, which is not often used. It is extremely difficult to recognize the doctor who practiced calligraphy without prescribing medicine.

"Su Haiyan, do you know that there is an idiom called too much is too late? What are you guilty of?"

Su Haitang waited patiently for her to finish writing according to her narration, picked up the two notes with the same content but different styles, shook them casually, and smiled ironically.

Su Haiyan's pupils shrank slightly, and then she lost her temper as if insulted and wanted to grab the note!

"I've been on the train for more than ten hours, and I'm tired! Can't you be considerate!"

Su Haitang twitched the corner of her mouth indifferently, turned around and left.

"How can you be inconsiderate? You wait here first, and I will arrange a special car to take you to have a good rest later."

"Hey, what kind of conspiracy are you doing! I didn't write that anonymous letter! Don't try to slander me!" Su Haiyan wanted to chase her out, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding the door.

Without looking back, Su Haitang put the note into his pocket and went to observe Cheng Yuanzheng's interrogation techniques in the confinement room next door.

Su Haiyan probably didn't understand how capable handwriting identification experts had been for many years. What they look at is the habit of the pen, not the quality of the handwriting, even if it is left-handed.

Since ancient times, many fakes such as calligraphy and paintings, which can almost be confused with the real ones, cannot escape the eyes of the appraisers. It is the same reason, and the current technical experience will only be more advanced and rich!

Su Haiyan's cautiousness is not enough to look at.

But why did she bother to do handwriting identification?

Wouldn't it be enough to just exchange the note I just got?

Su Haiyan was once again mistaken for her cleverness. Who told her that she had a ghost in her heart, and her right-handed characters were deliberately written flat and stiff, which was very similar to her handwriting in elementary school!

Perhaps Su Haiyan, who was reborn ten years ago, has been a "student master" for a month, and after showing off her beautiful adult handwriting that has improved by leaps and bounds, she has forgotten the virtues of her previous handwriting.

Su Haiyan, who is so brainless, played her so badly in her previous life, she has no right to laugh at him.

Su Haitang twitched the corners of her mouth in self-mocking, and suddenly heard a high-pitched chant: "Impossible! This is impossible! You lied to me! I don't believe it!"