"You're mentally ill!" Huang Zhida's mother took a step back: "Did you talk like that?" ”

"If you think my words are ugly, you come to tell me about the house before the bones are cold, you can't go too far? It stands to reason that you are her family, and you should be entrusted with everything else. She would rather entrust the house to me, an outsider, than give it to you, why do you say...... Why don't you go to the morgue and question her? Is it because you are sorry to go? I walked forward step by step, and Huang Zhida's mother stepped back step by step: "You should hope that I am not mentally ill...... Because...... Mentally ill murder doesn't have to go to jail......"

"You...... You...... What do you want to do......" Huang Zhida's mother turned around and hid behind Huang Zhida.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to figure out why Yexin committed suicide." I looked at Huang Zhida: "You promised me that I would take good care of Yexin, first took care of her for a miscarriage, and now took care of her in the morgue, you are really good at taking care of people." ”

"Heart...... Heart...... She committed suicide ......" Huang Zhida said sneeringly: "It's none of my business...... I don't know why she did it......"

"How can a person commit suicide if he lives well? Why don't you go? I glared at Huang Zhida hatefully: "I will definitely find out about this matter, I hope it is best that it is none of your business......"

Xiaoxiang walked over and pushed Huang Zhida, Huang Zhida was like a branch swaying in the wind, and took a few steps back: "The night heart can't die in vain, we won't finish this matter!" ”

"Young grandma, I'll let someone handle it here." Ah Cheng glanced at Huang Zhida's mother and son, and then said to me: "You better go home and rest, the young master should also go home." ”

"The weather is not good, you should go back early, I will watch the aftermath of the night heart, I really can't let it go, come and see her when I am buried." Xiaoxiang glanced at Hu Ling.

"Young grandma, let's go back first." Hu Ling came over to hold me.

"You're familiar with your mother and brother, so let me know." I sighed and left the hospital with Hu Ling and Ah Cheng.

The car was driving on the road, but the rain was still falling, which was much smaller than just now. But the sky was still a dull leaden gray, and it was already dark before five o'clock. When the car drove into the villa, the light flowing from the window was hazy and beautiful in the rain and fog, and it was warm with fireworks.

Hu Ling helped me get out of the car, and Ah Cheng held an umbrella in the back. As soon as I entered, Aunt Lan was already waiting at the door, and while helping me change my slippers, she said, "Young grandma, you can come back, young master comes home to see that you are not at home, it is raining heavily, but I am worried that it will be broken......"

"Oh." My coat was steamy and uncomfortable.

Xiao Jing took the coat I took off, wrapped a shawl around me, and Aunt Lan asked someone to cook ginger and jujube soup for me.

Qiao Yichen heard the movement here, and walked over quickly to hold my hand: "Is it cold?" ”

"It's not cold." As soon as I came back, I was taken care of by everyone, and I was really embarrassed: "I'm fine, you don't have to be so nervous." ”

"Who can not be nervous even if they dare to run out in such a heavy rain?" Qiao Yichen grabbed my waist and walked upstairs: "Take a shower to warm up first." ”

"Okay."

Qiao Yichen took me into the bathroom and helped me test the water temperature: "You take a shower first, and I'll go get you a change of clothes." ”

"Oh, thank you." I smiled at Qiao Yichen's flattering smile.

Qiao Yichen poked my forehead: "Always naughty." ”

Qiao Yichen was sitting on the sofa processing documents, and when he saw me coming out of the bathroom, he beckoned to me: "Come here, drink the ginger soup." ”

I sat down and looked at the ginger soup in the stew pot and frowned, I didn't like ginger the most...... "Can I not drink it?" ”

"What do you say?" Qiao Yichen put the document in his hand on the coffee table.

"Yes." I nodded earnestly.

"No, you can't." Qiao Yichen picked up the stew pot and compared it halfway through: "Drink it here and barely accept it, do you drink it yourself or will I feed you?" ”

"I ...... myself" I pinched the spoon and put it in my mouth, and then another spoonful, it was sweet, spicy and had a special ginger flavor, it was really ...... It's so sour......

Qiao Yichen smiled and rubbed my frowns away: "Let you run out in the rain again!" ”

I really drank the ginger soup in the stew pot to the halfway position, then put down the stew pot, and gently grabbed Qiao Yichen's arm: "Can you help me check things." ”

Qiao Yichen pointed to his cheek, and I leaned over and kissed it. Qiao Yichen stretched out his arm, picked me up and put me on his lap, and let me lean on his chest: "What to check?" ”

"Yexin ......" I buried my face in Qiao Yichen's neck: "Yexin has passed away...... Just now...... The doctor said she had taken a lot of sleeping pills...... Less than 100 pieces is about ......"

"I'll find out the matter, don't be too sad, now the baby is more important." Qiao Yichen raised my face and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes: "I know that it may be too indifferent to say this, but people can't be resurrected after death, so they must mourn and change." ”

"I know." I nodded sullenly.

"Tomorrow is Dad's birthday, I'm going to go over to give gifts and eat by the way, and I'll be back with you later, don't wait for me to have dinner by yourself." Qiao Yichen wiped my hair with a towel that hadn't dried well.

"Oh......"

"I'm not happy if I don't eat with you for a meal?" Qiao Yichen pinched my nose.

"Not ......"

"What's that?"

"You'll go with someone else......" I pouted.

"Hmm......" Qiao Yichen pressed his forehead against mine: "Don't believe me? ”

"It's because I believe that I'm even more unhappy! If one of the two of us is destined to be unhappy, I'd rather that person be me. However, we are not happy at all when you do this......" I put my arms around Qiao Yichen's neck domineeringly: "You are mine." ”

"I'm yours, yours alone, wait for me to come back, huh?" Qiao Yichen rubbed my hair.

"Okay......"

"It's rare to be so obedient, what reward do you want?" Qiao Yichen asked me with a smile.

"Ice cream." I licked my lips.

"Ice cream can't work...... Qiao Yichen flicked my forehead: "Let's eat double skin milk, that one looks similar to ice cream." ”

"It's just a lot worse!" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't mess around, ice cream won't work...... Qiao Yichen thought for a while: "Let Aunt Lan make you poplar branch nectar, you can ice it for a while." ”

"Okay......" I raised my head and looked at Qiao Yichen, "Actually, your real profession is a negotiator?" ”

"Huh." Qiao Yichen laughed: "Do you think I will have such a good patience with others to talk little by little?" Let's go down and eat, and you can get your rewards after eating. ”

"I'll call Xiaoxiang to see if she's home." I looked at the wall clock on the wall, and it was past six o'clock.

Xiaoxiang has already arranged everything, and Yexin's mother said that there are no relatives at home to notify, so everything is simple, and the body will be said goodbye at the funeral home at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, and buried in the afternoon. I looked out the window at the rain that still didn't stop, as if it was going to flood the whole city. I prefer to believe that this is the night heart crying, feeling aggrieved and worthless for her life of dedication and effort.

The next morning was still gloomy, and I went to the funeral home after breakfast. I really didn't have any suitable clothes, so I chose a black high-waisted dress and a more formal black suit on top. I found that this style of black skirt seems to have an invisible function, and after wearing it like this, if you don't pay special attention, you can hardly tell that I am a pregnant woman, which is quite magical.

Other condolence halls in the funeral home have relatives coming to condole one after another, except for Xiaoxiang who notified a few little sisters who are good with Yexin, no one has come to send Yexin on the last journey. Huang Zhida always stood there sneeringly, as if half of the three souls and seven spirits had been lost, and his mother didn't even see a shadow. Everyone says that the drama is ruthless and the appearance is unrighteous, and those people who are full of benevolence and morality are actually the most ruthless, and the world is as ridiculous as it is.

It was only four o'clock when we came out of the cemetery, and I asked Xiaoxiang to call Yexin's younger brother over: "Xiaochuan, have you read your sister's suicide note?" ”

"Hmm." Yogawa nodded.

"I still have a good place for your sister's house, but I won't be able to use it for the time being, if you wait for the money to be used, I can give it to you at a discount according to the market price." If you're willing to wait, I'll be yours when I'm done with this house. ”

"Sister Xiaoxiang said that you want to find out the murderer who killed my sister, you can use the house for as long as you want, as long as you can find out the person who killed my sister, I don't want this house. My sister is not a careful person at all, and she will not commit suicide casually......" Yachuan wiped the tears from his face.

I nodded at Xiaoxiang, Xiaoxiang opened the bag and took the real estate certificate to Yechuan: "You take this, I'll notify you when the house is used up." ”

"It's better for you to help me keep it first, I really don't want it." Yogawa shook his head.

"Your sister is also going to leave the house to you, take it. If you feel any guilt, come and see her more when you have time. I sighed and walked towards the car. People, no matter how beautiful or desolate they are when they are alive, they are all stored in such a small jar after they die, and even if they get more things, they will not still answer the same sentence.

When I returned to Xinghe Garden, there was a black extended version of the Mercedes-Benz blocking the door, and Lao Zhao couldn't drive the car into the yard. I had to get out of the car at the door and walk back from the outside. In the spring, I asked the gardener to plant a poppy at the door, and I didn't pay attention to it when I came in the car every day, but today I walked in and found that it had been opened, and the fiery red one was particularly beautiful. In ancient times, poppies symbolized life and death, parting and tragedy, which is very appropriate for today's events.

The car is parked so domineeringly, it is estimated that there are naturally equally domineering people waiting at home. I glanced at the watch in my hand—it wasn't even five o'clock, and this man must not have come for Qiao Yichen.