Fang Zhihe pulled the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and continued to shake the wine glass in his hand, after about a minute, he put the wine glass down, stretched out his right hand and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed Yan Jin, "Yan Jin, do you know who handled Lin Rong's funeral?"

Yan Jin on the other end of the phone was suddenly stunned, and then quickly replied: "It seems to be Xie Yi, who was ...... At that time, the second elder of the Fang family did not let outsiders interfere, so Xie Yi came forward to deal with it, I heard that Xie Qingyang was very unhappy at that time, but Xie Yi insisted, and then he had no choice but to follow him, I said, why did you suddenly remember to ask about this?"

"It's okay, oh, by the way, did anyone on the video that asked you check it before?"

"Not yet. ”

"Hold on!"

"Okay. ”

After Yan Jin hung up the phone, Fang Zhihe picked up the wine glass on the table, shook it lightly a few times, poured it into his mouth, and for a while his mouth was full of the aroma of red wine, which stimulated his nerves and made him laugh inexplicably.

Lin Rong, Lin Rong, you are actually playing tricks under my nose, you are really not afraid of death!

It's okay, you continue to play, this time I will accompany you to play, let you have a good time!

But, remember, you have to pay for what you do!

……

They say that everyone has two faces, one for the world and one for himself. However, one of Lin Rongfu's two faces was shown to Fang Zhihe, and the other was not shown to anyone, because she had no self, and from the day she chose to die, she had no self.

She only has a face for the world to see, she wants to live as Zuo Ying, she wants to live this non-existent person as herself. In fact, sometimes she herself is also very confused, why did she do this? What is the meaning of doing this? Just to see how Fang Zhihe suffers, how to repent?

But what about after repentance, what about after suffering?

Do you want to come back to life? Do you want to peel off the skin on your face and stand in front of Fang Zhihe in a dashing manner? Do you want to tell him that she is not dead? No! No more! Fang Zhihe doesn't like this kind of joke, he doesn't like it, and there is no body for her to live back to.

Fang Zhihe once misunderstood her so deeply and hated her to the core, how could she live back? Even if she lived back, could she guarantee that she would not be misunderstood and divorced again in the future?

No!

Fang Zhihe is such a person, no matter how much love you give him, he doesn't think it's enough, no matter how hard you try to explain, he won't listen, he believes in his eyes, he doesn't believe in her heart, this is what she feels the most since she got married.

After a long time like this, she will feel bored, she will go crazy, she wants simple love, a stable life, even if that life is difficult, even if that life is not sweet enough, but at least it is stable.

Safe!

The word stability may mean dullness and boredom for others, but for her, stability means happiness, she has only known Fang Zhihe for more than a year, and something like that happened, what she should bear, what she shouldn't bear, she bears it all, good, bad, bad or bad, she has to face it, and she is burdened with distrust and does not abide by women's morals.

Perhaps, maybe Xie Yi is right, the Fang family is a place of right and wrong, not everyone can live, Han Ying is so smart that she has died, and a brainless person like her must die faster!

Die, die!

If you die, everything will be calm, and if you die, you will not be so tormented.

It's better to be dead, it's better to be dead!

"Fluffy ......"

Suddenly, a faint call interrupted Lin Rong's thoughts, she reached out and combed the hair hanging down her ears, and turned her head to look at Xie Yi on the hospital bed.

At this time, Xie Yi's face was much better than when he was first hospitalized, and he could still eat some liquid food and cakes, "Sleep for a while, tomorrow...... Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? You keep staying up like this, you can't do it!" Xie Yi said as he looked at Lin Rong, in fact, from his point of view, as long as Lin Rongfu was safe and happy, it was enough.

"I'm fine, Teacher Xie, you can sleep first!" Lin Rongrong tugged at the corner of his mouth, smiled at Xie Yi, and said.

"No, you have to sleep!" Xie Yi's tone was a little hard, but he could still hear the concern inside, "If you don't sleep, I won't sleep, I ......"

Lin Rongrong saw that Xie Yi was deliberately blackmailing, and there was anger on his face, so he quickly compromised, "Then where do I sleep?"

"Next to me!"

"How ...... this?"

"I'm like this, are you still shy away from it?" Without waiting for Lin Rong's word "line" to come out, Xie Yi said coldly.

"Okay!" Lin Rong replied helplessly, and gently lay on his side beside Xie Yi.

……

The weather in Linjiang these days is particularly good, there is no wind, no rain, only warm morning light, the morning light sprinkled on the back, making people feel very comfortable.

In a cemetery on the outskirts of the city, a man in a black stand-up collar leather coat stood quietly in front of a tombstone, his face was unusually cold, and behind him stood three tall and sturdy men in black, each holding a shovel in his hand, and his facial expression was the same as that of the man in front of him, cold and stiff.

"Dig it!" After a long time, the man looked away from the bluestone tablet and said in a cold voice.

"Yes, Mr. Fang!" the three men in black replied together, and then began to break the ground with the shovel in their hands.

Regarding the fact that Lin Rongrong did not die, no matter how sure Fang Zhihe was, he just couldn't come up with real evidence, and there was no way to find out whether she had plastic surgery or whether she had vocal cord surgery, so in desperation, he finally decided to do this - digging a grave.

Thirty minutes later, an urn made of white marble broke through the ground, and the lid of the box was uncarved, implying innocence. Obviously, Fang Zhihe understood this meaning, so he coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, reached out to open the lid of the box, and suddenly, a touch of bright red appeared in front of him.

Oh, good!

Very good!

Lin Fu, you, give me, wait!

……

"Let Zuo Ying come to my office. After Fang Zhihe said a word to the phone on the desk, he lazily leaned on the back of the office chair, and the sunlight just fell in the middle of the chair at this time, so a shadow similar to a rectangle was cast on the ground, and there was a trace of fierceness and evil hidden under the shadow.

After about five minutes, there was a knock on the door of the general manager's office, Fang Zhihe said lightly, "enter", turned his body, and faced the sunlight outside the window, the sun was not strong but still a little dazzling, so he gently closed his eyes.

"Mr. Fang!" After a burst of footsteps stopped, a hoarse voice sounded.

"Hmm!" Fang Zhihe replied lightly and said, "How is the man in your family?"

"Not yet!"

"Oh, how long has your husband been dead?"

"One year!"

"How did you die?" After speaking, Fang Zhihe opened his eyes, and suddenly everything in front of him turned blue, this phenomenon is called complementary afterimage, a word he knew when he was in his first year of college.

“……”

"What's wrong? Why don't you answer?"

"Mr. Fang, if it's okay, I'll go to work!" The woman bit her lower lip and looked at the back of the chair with her back to her, the man behind the high chair, she couldn't see it, she couldn't see it at all.

"Zuo Ying!" Fang Zhihe called sharply, turned around, and faced the middle-aged woman who was about to leave, and then, he chuckled lightly, and said, "What's wrong? Is there anything strange about your husband's death? Or is there anything strange about your husband's death? Or is your husband killed by you? or ......?"

"Car accident!" The woman didn't let Fang Zhihe say any more, and directly said the word "car accident".

Fang Zhihe smiled secretly in his heart when he heard this: Lin Rongrong, how much do you want me to be hit by a car and die! Heh, it's okay, you said that the car accident was a car accident, I don't care, "Oh, then you should go to the fortune teller to Bu Yigua, look at you, first your husband was in a car accident, and then she was sick, there must be something to say in between." ”

"I know, Mr. Fang......!

"Actually, my wife also died, saying that it was suicide, but I didn't see it!" Fang Zhihe said coldly, which made the woman opposite a little overwhelmed.

"I was in Melbourne at the time, she was in Linjiang, and it was because we had a conflict, so I regret it now, I always want to be smarter and understand her more, and she won't die. Fang Zhihe said that at the end, his eyes were a little red, he lifted the Adam's apple, swallowed the painful emotion, and continued: "Her name is Lin Rongrong, she looks very good, and she is very talented, she paints the same picture as the real one, I sometimes want to ......"

"Mr. Fang, mourn, fate is over, force ...... Useless. ”

Lin Rongrong, you told me that fate is over, good, very good, "Yes, I think so too, so ......" said, Fang Zhihe stood up from his seat and paced to the woman, "I also want to find another woman, after all, she is still young, only in her thirties, and she has not enjoyed enough pleasure and freshness that should be tasted." ”

Actually, at the beginning, he wanted to talk to her well, he wanted to rebuild the relationship between the two, even if she took care of Xie Yi now, even if the two deceived him and made him suffer, he didn't plan to care, after all, he was at fault first, after all, he failed to understand her. However, who knew that the woman actually said the words "fate is over", and she knew how sad and painful this sentence made him?

"What's more, there are so many women who throw hugs into my arms, I shouldn't refuse, right?"

The woman's eyelashes fluttered a few times and she lowered her head.

"Your supervisor Lu Qing is like this, every time she walks to her office, she pulls down her collar, what the hell is this woman ......?"

"Mr. Fang, I really have work to do, so I can't stay in the office longer, I'm going out!"