Ye Minqiu's tears fell violently, and his voice could still remain normal: "I have forgiven you a long time ago, in fact, you really don't need to be outside for so many years, forget it, it doesn't seem to make sense to say this." ”

The fingers touched the man's face, there was no temperature, no emotion, and finally, he slowly leaned over, hugged the person on the operating table, and cried out in a low voice.

Outside the operating room, Fu Huaiyong relieved himself and asked Fu Nanli: "How did your father become like this?" Who killed him? ”

Fu Nanli's eyes were dark: "I don't know, when we arrived, he was already like this." ”

Fu Huaiyong gritted his teeth: "No matter what the cost, we must find out who killed him." ”

Wen Qiao wanted to step forward, but was grabbed by Qin Bei and shook his head gently: "Miss Wen, don't be impulsive, you have to discuss anything with the young master." ”

Wen Qiao lowered his eyes, held Qin Bei's shoulders tightly, and said in a low voice: "But I can't help it......"

Just as he was about to step forward, Fu Nanli turned around and pressed her into his arms: "Qin Bei, send Qiao'er back first." ”

Wincho: "I'm not going back. ”

Fu Nanli stroked her back: "Good, go back first, and leave the matter here to me." ”

Qin Bei forcibly took Wen Qiao out of the hospital.

The sky was freezing cold, and the black canopy was like a dark net, covering it and making people's breathing heavy.

Wincho sat in the car like a walking corpse.

Qin Bei comforted her: "With the young master here, it will be fine." ”

Wen Qiao still had blood on his fingers: "But I killed someone, that person is still his father." ”

"You...... You don't think too much about it. ”

Wincho ran his fingers into his hair and buried his head between his knees in pain.

In the Bentley not far away, He Xihuai sat in the back seat of the car, holding a cigarette in his fingers.

"Sir, will they find a problem?"

"Found what?" He Xihuai raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Theresa in the front seat.

"Hair ...... It was discovered that Fu Xianyuan did not die at the hands of Wen Qiao. ”

He Xihuai smiled: "Oh? You say he didn't die at the hands of Wincho, so tell me, how did he die? ”

Theresa shuddered, she was smart again.

"That's it...... It was at the hands of Miss Wen. ”

"Wrong......"

Theresa was sweating in her head, not knowing what the big guy wanted to hear or say.

"It's obviously not because of Wen Qiao, how can you wronged her?"

Theresa hurriedly smiled: "Yes, you are right. ”

He Xihuai smiled: "But it doesn't matter if she is or not, Fu Nanli's grandfather and mother, including Fu Nanli, will think that Fu Xianyuan died at the hands of Wen Qiao." ”

Theresa cautiously speculated about her husband's intentions.

"In this way, Wen Qiao broke with the Fu family, which is what you want to see, right?"

"As I said, she's still too human, and I don't like her always human."

The word 'but' was already on Theresa's lips, but she knew that her husband would not like to hear such heartfelt words.

"Yes, that's what you said."

He Xihuai laughed in a low voice: "Fu Xianyuan can live for a few more decades, it is also thanks to me, now, I am in need, of course he should die like this, don't you say?" ”

Theresa nodded, "Yes." ”

Snow fell outside the window, and He Xihuai said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's go." ”

In the hospital, Fu Nanli arranged for his grandfather and mother to be sent away, and then his father to the morgue.

He stood alone in the morgue until two o'clock in the morning.