"Yes," Gu Jun nodded and said slowly: "My son still lacks a bodyguard by his side, I heard that Feng Yi is good." ”

Hearing Gu Junchai mention his son, Feng Yushang suddenly thought of what happened in the western restaurant that day.

When she saw the child with pink makeup that day, she suddenly thought of the child in her cousin's womb and her mother who died because of the lost child, she lost control of her emotions and pressed the cigarette that was still burning in her hand on the back of Feng Yi's hand.

The pink-clad child was frightened and put his arms around his mother's neck and cried, saying that his sister was bullying his brother.

She was embarrassed, so she changed to a private room.

Who knows, when the child left, he saw her and Fengyi through the glass window outside the clubhouse.

The child pounded the glass window vigorously, and his pretty little face was full of anger.

She suddenly figured out why Gu Junzhu pointed out that she wanted to be in the next place.

Is this to save Fengyi for his son?

Her thoughts were in a trance.

If there really was another reason for her mother's death.

If Feng Yi is not the culprit.

So what did she do during this time?

She shuddered at the thought of the punishments she had given to Feng Yi.

The blood on her face gradually faded, and the fists hanging by her sides gradually clenched, "Gu Shao, what do you mean, my mother's death has nothing to do with Fengyi, right?" ”

"This is a contract," Gu Junzhi pushed a contract in front of Feng Yi, "If you want to know the truth, sign the contract, if you don't want to know the truth, you can go." ”

Feng Yi looked at Feng Yu's clothes.

Feng Yushang struggled inwardly, "Then what is the so-called truth of Gu Shao?" If it was something I already knew, wouldn't I have lost too much on this deal? ”

"Of course it's not something you already knew," Gu Jun tilted the corners of his mouth one by one, and said leisurely: "The truth I know is the real murderer who killed your mother, not the scapegoat of Feng Yi." If you don't want the real killer to go unpunished, you sign the contract, and if you don't want to face your mistakes and want to pretend you're not wrong, then you can go now. ”

Feng Yi, who had not spoken, suddenly said, "I'll sign." ”

He didn't look at Feng Yushang, he didn't even look at the contract, so he picked up the signature pen on the table, turned the last page, and signed his name at Party B's signature.

"Wait a minute," Wind Feather held his hand, "always take a look at the contract." ”

"No," Feng Yi said quietly: "As long as someone can prove that my mother was not killed by me, I can sign the deed of sale, and let me die directly." ”

Feng Yushang was stunned.

Feng Yi dodged her hand, and at Party B, the worker signed his name neatly.

After signing, he stood up and handed the contract to Gu Junchai with both hands: "Trouble you, tell me the truth, I am grateful, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay your kindness." ”

Gu Jun didn't accept the contract, Ye Xingbei stretched out his hand to take it.

Looking at the contract in Ye Xingbei's hand, Feng Yusheng's heart suddenly felt empty.

It hurts, and I don't know what it's like.

Ye Xingbei glanced at Feng Yi's signature, then looked up at Feng Yi's pale and thin face, and said softly, "Can I ask a question first?" ”

Feng Yi nodded: "You may ask." ”

Ye Xingbei asked: "Why did you and Tan Jiaqi have a dispute?" ”

Feng Yi asked her rhetorically: "When did she have a miscarriage?" ”