Fang Zhihe opened his mobile phone and checked it, and found that the recent flight to the United States took off at 12 noon, so he quickly booked two tickets, and then quickly returned to the room to pack his luggage.

When there were still 15 minutes before boarding, the two came to the boarding gate and boarded the flight to the United States smoothly, the plane had already taken off, but Fang Zhihe was still holding Lin Rong's left hand tightly, for fear that she would disappear again.

Lin Rong, who was on the side, seemed to sense Fang Zhihe's nervousness, leaned over to him slightly, and fell asleep.

Fang Zhihe was not at ease because of this, he always felt that something bad would happen, he always felt that Lin Rongrong would leave him, and he couldn't say why Lin Rongrong wanted to leave him, and what bad things would happen between them, so he only had such unwarranted anxiety and unwarranted worry.

When the plane landed, it was exactly twelve o'clock at noon locally, the temperature here was lower than in China, and the humidity was very high, Fang Zhihe shivered, took his hairy hand, and sat in an orange taxi.

The old driver in the taxi, after smiling politely at the two, reached out and pressed the meter, and then stepped on the accelerator, I don't know when it started, the English song called "Home To Mama" suddenly played in the car, Fang Zhihe hesitated, and asked the old driver to turn off the music.

“OK! OK!" the driver smiled and reached out to turn off the music.

Lin Rongrong turned his head to look at Fang Zhihe, who had a solemn face, and asked, "Sir, are you...... What's wrong?"

Fang Zhihe turned his face sideways, tugged at the corner of Lin Rong's mouth, and said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe I'm tired." ”

"That'...... We...... ...... first"

"No!" Fang Zhihe opened his mouth to stop Lin Rongrong's words, he wanted to hurry to the cemetery, hurry up but Lin Rongrong's wish - get Han Ying's blessing, so that he could return to Linjiang early and arrange their marriage as soon as possible.

After half an hour and minutes, the taxi stopped, and Fang Zhihe pulled up the hairy headstone of Han Ying after paying the taxi fee to the driver.

When he was about to walk to the tombstone, Fang Zhihe stopped, because he found a girl squatting in front of the tombstone, and the girl was carefully wiping the dust off the tombstone.

Han Yu!

As soon as the name came to mind, he had the idea of turning around and leaving, and just as he was about to turn around, a beagle sprang out and startled him.

"Sir-" Lin Rongfu was obviously also frightened, and let out an exclamation, quickly grabbing Fang Zhihe's sleeve.

Fang Zhihe turned around and stroked Lin's long hair, signaling her not to be nervous.

Lin Rongrong felt the man's comfort, and her heart was much calmer, she nodded and looked in the direction of the tombstone, and at the same time, the girl opposite also looked at her.

That girl's eyes are so sharp!

"You're really here?!" Han Yu sneered as he approached Fang Zhihe, "It's just that I don't know what the two of you mean by coming......? to hurt her?"

After speaking, Han Ying's sharp gaze fell on the hands held by the two.

Lin Rongrong, who offered to come to the United States to see Han Ying, was dumbfounded by Han Yu's words at this time, she subconsciously let go of Fang Zhihe's hand at the cuff, and then opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she was intercepted by Fang Zhihe.

"My wife wanted to come and visit her and talk to her, so I brought her. After Fang Zhihe finished speaking, he took up the hand he had just withdrawn.

"Your wife?" Han Yu sneered and said, "Then may I ask if your wife knows your relationship with this old man, and how she died?"

"Yes!"

Han Yu smiled coldly and turned his head to look at Lin Rongrong, "Did he tell you that my sister died of a drug flow, or did she die by suicide?"

Lin Rongrong glanced up at Han Yu and did not speak. In fact, about Han Ying's death is not simple, she heard it the first day, but due to the urgency of time, she didn't hear the following, and now someone raised it again, and the doubts in her heart were aroused again.

"What...... What kind of medicine flow?" Fang Zhihe didn't know what Han Yu was talking about at all, so he hurriedly asked.

"What's the matter, do you want to continue pretending, okay, then you continue to pretend!" Han Yu said as he picked up the beagle that was circling around her, reached out and stroked its back a few times, and said coldly: "Doesn't your Fang family claim to be a famous family?

Fang Zhihe didn't speak, and stood quietly waiting for Han Yu's next words.

"Didn't you keep saying that my sister was infertile? Since she was infertile, what was the basis for the report of the 5th week of pregnancy? Could it be that the hospital wrote it casually? It was fake?" Han Yu suddenly stopped stroking the hand of the hound, raised his eyes to look at Fang Zhihe, and the cold light in his eyes stabbed at Fang Zhihe's heart like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

5 weeks pregnant?

How is this possible!

How can it be!

"This ...... No way, we went to the hospital together, we did the marriage test together, this can't be wrong......! Are you mistaken!" Fang Zhihe's voice trembled at the end.

"Mistaken?"

Han Yu's gaze became colder and colder, making Fang Zhihe's whole person shudder.

"If there is an error in the B-ultrasound checklist, will there be an error in the autopsy report and the death report?"

After speaking, Han Ying put the beagle in his arms on the ground, then took out a few pieces of paper from his bag and threw them at Fang Zhihe.

Fang Zhihe gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed the paper that was about to fall, and looked down.

The deceased, Han Ying, female, 27 years old, had her wrist artery severed with a sharp object, and died of hemorrhagic shock.

In addition, the deceased was 5 weeks pregnant, and a clear fetal sac* was seen, and the drug ingredient of mifepristone tablets plus misoprostol was found in the gastric juice.

This...... How is this ...... How could it be......

Fang Zhihe's nerves began to collapse gradually, and the autopsy report said that Han Ying was pregnant with a child when she died, and it had been more than a month, but, ...... During the marriage examination, it was clearly found that *dysplasia was found!

"This ...... What's going on?"

"What's the matter? You are asking me what's going on now?" As soon as Han Yu's words fell, a slap fell on Fang Zhihe's face.

Fang Zhihe suddenly felt a hot pain on his face, he gritted his teeth again, and looked at Han Yu, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as he can figure out the facts, why don't he take a few slaps? Besides, Han Ying has always been wronged, so he doesn't feel wronged when he receives a slap.

Han Yu glanced at the look on Fang Zhihe's face, and slapped his backhand again.

"Sir!" Lin Rongfu immediately stepped forward and reached out to touch his face.

But Fang Zhihe turned his head and dodged, he knew that Han Yu was angry and resentful, and he wanted to let her vent, so he ignored Lin Yu's concern.

"Don't you care about it anymore! What do you like besides his money? Could it be that you like his deception and his ruthlessness?" Han Yu was about to say something, but was stopped by Fang Zhihe.

"Let me ask you, what did Han Ying tell you?Why didn't she tell me anything?" Yes, she didn't tell him anything, she didn't tell anything!

"Didn't she call you? Didn't she ask you, 'Do you still love her after death?' Fang Zhihe, you wolf-hearted thing, my sister is so good to you, but where were you when she was sad? Where were you when she sent you a distress signal? Why are you asking me now? What qualifications do you have to ask me? If it weren't for your Fang family's abuse of my sister, would she have taken this step? And the unborn child! Take 10,000 steps back, that child is also the flesh and blood of your Fang family! Why must you be wiped out? Han Yu's tears had already welled up, and those tearful eyes were full of hatred.

"I......'m sorry!

"Shut up! You are not qualified to say sorry, our Han family does not appreciate your apology, and the Han family will never forgive you!" Han Yu grabbed a few pieces of A4 paper in Fang Zhihe's hand, took out a lighter, and lit the paper.

"If you want to show affection, go to the street, even if you strip naked, no one cares, but stay away from my sister, I'm afraid my sister will be disgusting!" Han Yu looked up at Lin Rong in front of him after all the paper was burned out.

"The surname Fang, I thought that after you forced my sister to death, you would find a good one, it turns out that you will find a stammer? It is also a stammering worker in my brother's hospital, your taste is really special! I wish you to be united forever on behalf of my sister, and you will never have children or grandchildren!"

After speaking, Han Yu turned around and left the cemetery.