Fu Nanli lowered his hand: "The situation is complicated, and I can't make it clear to you for a while." ”

Wen Qiao's situation was too complicated, but if he said it, it would be like he was excusing her.

It's better not to say it.

Ye Minqiu frowned: "Nanli, can you be sober?" ”

Fu Nanli's eyes were tired: "I'm sorry, I'll go back first, let's talk about it later." ”

Ye Minqiu grabbed his wrist: "Go back?" This is your home, where are you going? ”

Fu Nanli's eyes swelled darkly: "Mom, can you, don't embarrass me too much?" ”

Breaking free of Ye Minqiu's hand, Fu Nanli left the study.

Ye Minqiu slapped the table in annoyance, his eyes complicated.

Fu Nanli went out, the snow stopped outside, it was very cold, and the car went all the way along the French plane path, and in winter, the leaves were all gone, and it looked a little sluggish.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa.

Qin Bei stopped him: "Young Master, your face ......"

Fu Nanli knew that his mother's two slaps were very heavy, and there were still marks.

He couldn't care about this anymore, and went upstairs, Wen Qiao was not in a trance like a few days ago, she was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her back was a little pitiful and lonely.

She has always been calm and rational, the death of her boyfriend's father was directly caused by her, what kind of torment should she endure in her heart?

Wen Qiao clenched her fists tightly, the fog was thick on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was dark, and her face was reflected in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She closed her eyes suddenly, she couldn't bear herself like this, and she didn't know what kind of face to use to face Fu Nanli.

Today was his father's funeral, and she watched him leave.

She watched him get into the car, and actually wanted to go with him, but he didn't say anything to take her, she knew that a sinner like her was not qualified to appear at the funeral.

She heard footsteps, turned her head to see Fu Nanli, and for a moment, her voice was hoarse, and she didn't know what to say.

When she got closer, she saw that Fu Nanli had finger marks on her cheeks, and even a little bit of skin.

Ye Minqiu was wearing a ring on his finger and accidentally scratched his face.

She raised her hand and touched his face: "What's wrong?" ”

Fu Nanli held her hand: "It's okay." ”

He said it was okay, and Wincho couldn't believe it was really okay.

A person like him, even if he suffers something, he keeps it in his heart, and death cannot be declared.

You can guess it, after all, who would dare to beat Master Fu?

It was only his mother and grandfather.

Under what circumstances was he beaten?

Wen Qiao's heart tugged, so his mother and grandfather already knew the truth of the matter.

And he, for her, carried all this.

"Then you go take a shower first."

When Fu Nanli came out of the shower, there was no one in the house.

"Joel ......" called a few times, but no one answered, and there was a note on the bedside table.

[I'll go home first, you've been tired lately, take a good rest]

Fu Nanli's heart trembled, and he called her, but no one answered, so he sent a text message over [Don't go anywhere, just stay at home. ]

Wincho didn't text back, she sat in the chair at her desk, looked at the text he sent, and reached out and pressed her temple.

[Got it]

Her mood was a little complicated, she held a pen in her hand, and wrote and drew on the paper without purpose.

There was nothing unusual on her surface.

Three days later, Ye Minqiu finally asked the people below to investigate clearly, Wen Qiao was indeed at the scene at that time, and it was indeed she who beat Xianyuan to a serious injury, and finally sent him to the hospital for treatment, and died.

There's nothing more to say.