Death had nothing to do with her

Tears rolled down ye minqiu's face, but her voice was still normal. I've forgiven you long ago. Actually, you really didn't have to be away for so many years. Forget it, it doesn't seem to make sense to say all this.

She touched the man's face with her fingers. There was no warmth or emotion. Finally, she slowly leaned over and hugged the person on the operating table, crying softly.

Outside the operating theater, Fu huaiyong caught his breath and asked Fu Nanli, " "How did your father become like this? Who killed him?"

Fu Nanli's eyes darkened. I don't know. He was already like this when we arrived.

"We must find out who killed him at all costs," Fu huaiyong said through gritted teeth.

Wen Qiao wanted to step forward but was stopped by Qin bei, who shook his head gently. miss Wen, don't be rash. You have to discuss everything with young master first.

Wen Qiao lowered her eyes and held Qin bei's shoulders tightly. She said in a low voice, " "But I can't do anything about it."

She was about to step forward when Fu Nanli turned around and pulled her into his arms. "Qin bei, send Qiao 'er back first."

"I'm not going back," Wen Qiao replied.

Fu Nanli gently stroked her back. be good. Go back first. Leave the things here to me.

Qin bei forcefully brought Wen Qiao out of the hospital.

It was freezing cold, and the black sky was like a dark net, covering them, making people's breathing heavy.

Wen Qiao sat in the car like a zombie.

"Young master is here. Everything will be fine," Qin bei comforted her.

There was still some blood on Wen Qiao's fingers. but I killed someone. And that person was his father.

"Yingluo, don't think too much."

Wen Qiao ran her fingers through her hair and painfully buried her head between her knees.

In a Bentley not far away, he xihuai sat in the back seat with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Sir, will they notice the problem?"

"What did you find?" He xihuai raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Teresa in the front seat.

"I found out that Fu xianyuan didn't die at Wen Qiao's hands."

He xihuai laughed. You said that he didn't die in Wen Qiao's hands. Then tell me, how did he die?"

Teresa trembled in fear. She thought she was being smart again.

"Zhenzhen was killed by miss Wen."

"Wrong, Zhenzhen."

Teresa's forehead was covered in sweat. She didn't know what the big boss wanted to hear or say.

it's obviously not because of Wen Qiao. How can you accuse her? "

"Yes, you're right." Teresa quickly smiled apologetically.

He xihuai smiled. but it doesn't matter whether it was her or not. Fu Nanli's grandfather and mother, including Fu Nanli, will all think that Fu xianyuan died in Wen Qiao's hands.

Teresa carefully tried to guess her husband's intentions.

this way, Wen Qiao will break off relations with the fu family. This is what you want to see, isn't it? "

I've said it before. She's still too humane. I don't like it when she's so humane.

The word 'but' was already on the tip of Teresa's tongue, but she knew that her Sir wouldn't like to hear such heartfelt words.

"Yes, you're right."

He xihuai laughed in a low voice. it's all thanks to me that Fu xianyuan can live for a few more decades. Now that I need him, of course he should be willing to die for me. Don't you think so? "

"Yes," Teresa nodded.

It started snowing outside the window. He xihuai said in a deep voice, " "Alright, let's go,"

In the hospital, Fu Nanli arranged for his men to send his grandfather and mother away first, then sent his father to the mortuary.

He stood alone in the mortuary until two in the morning.