Ye Qi is really dead.

An hour later, An Qing looked at the woman lying quietly in front of her, and confirmed this fact incomparably.

"An Qing, what you want."

Tang Li also glanced at Ye Qi, and the next second quickly moved her gaze, turned sideways and handed her a paper bag.

She took it in her hand and tugged at Tang Li: "Okay, you go out first." ”

Tang Li didn't leave immediately, glanced at the morgue a few times, and couldn't help rubbing his arms and said, "I, let's stay with you, do you feel that your back is cold, Mom, it's really heavy." ”

"No need, I can do it alone." An Qing looked at her guarded little eyes, and smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth: "Actually, I hope there is really a ghost, and I still have something I want to ask her." ”

Tang Li's expression was even more frightened, his mouth moved, and he didn't say anything in the end, and quickly flashed out after a few words.

Inside the paper bag is a set of women's clothing, from the inside to the outside, An Qing took out a white dress from the inside, lace and light gauze design, noble and sweet, as white as the purest clouds in the sky.

She held it in her hand, looked at Ye Qi's gray prison clothes and sighed: "Qiqi, you love beauty so much, how can you choose such a painful death?" ”

Fortunately, Ye Qi didn't have that terrifying hideous look on her face, but it could be seen that she was struggling before she died, after all, it was very uncomfortable to suffocate to death.

Staying alone in this gloomy morgue, with a dead man lying in front of him, even if he knew him, it was still very creepy.

An Qing's expression was very calm, and she even bent down towards Ye Qi and unbuttoned the prison uniform for her with her own hands.

Ye Qi's body was very cold, completely lost its previous softness, An Qing pursed her lips, and it took some effort to change her clothes, the neckline of the skirt was very high, but it still couldn't completely cover the strangulation marks on her neck.

And her hands, An Qing's eyes were slightly red, looking at Ye Qi's originally beautiful slender jade fingers, the ten fingertips were almost worn out, I heard that she made it like this in order to leave a blood book.

An Qing heard the content of the blood book, and only a few words: I was wrong, don't force me to hurt people again.

Probably afraid of being covered up, she deliberately painted blood on the wall.

The ambiguous nine words, but in exchange for An Qing's freedom.

"Why are you so stupid? You're gone, what about your brother? ”

She took out a wet tissue and wiped the blood stains on Ye Qi's fingers little by little, and finally made her hands bloody.

"You're relaxed, why should I take care of him." Thinking of what Ye Qi said on the day of the prison visit, she regretted it for a while, if she could have paid more attention that day, would the result be different.

Looking at Ye Qi's slightly bruised face, she swallowed the astringency at the bottom of her throat and squeezed out a smile at her: "Don't you think, I'm not your anyone, whose brother is in charge......"

She stayed in the room for a long time, carefully dressed up for Ye Qi, and although Ye Qi's expression was stiff in the end, it was much better than when she first came in, and her lips were also painted in the bright color she liked, and she was wearing a white long dress, as if she was sleeping.

Coincidentally, the hospital that Ye Qi was sent to was the one where Fan Zhihai was hospitalized, and when she came out of the morgue, An Qing washed the blood stains on her hands, and turned around and went to Fan Zhihai's special care ward.

Fan Zhihai's condition was still not much older, and he was lying on the bed sickly, with the caregiver guarding him, and the room was lonely.

He has married two wives in his life, has countless women in private, and is worth 1 billion, but now he has no relatives by his side.

However, many reporters heard the news and wanted to interview him, but they were stopped by the security guards of the hospital.

Although Fan Zhihai's current situation is miserable, in the end, he is a rich man, no matter how ruthless Zhang Lili is, he still has to do superficial work.

An Qing walked into the ward with an expressionless face, waved away the caretaker, walked to the side of the bed, and looked down at Fan Zhihai on the bed.

He lay motionless with his eyes closed, not sure if he was asleep or not awake at all, only the data on the electrocardiogram kept beating, indicating that he was still alive.

"You know what? Ye Qi is dead. Angel sat down on the side of the bed, watching Fan Zhihai speak coldly, she didn't know if Fan Zhihai was conscious, but there were some things she wanted to tell him.

Fan Zhihai didn't react, but if you looked closely, you could see that his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Because it was very subtle, An Qing didn't care, Fan Zhihai's appearance reminded her of Ye Qi, who was also lifeless, she turned her face slightly and squinted at the numbers on the ECG.

"Maybe you don't care, you never lack women, what's the point of missing one or two for you?" With a hint of mockery, she said coldly: "What is a woman in your eyes? Raw machines? Diarrhea tool? Mr. Fan, and the age can be on the person who can be your daughter. What does the bed feel like? Don't you feel ashamed, without a hint of guilt? ”

The more she asked, the more excited she became, and her heart was like a fire, so that she didn't vomit unhappily, of course Fan Zhihai wouldn't give her a reaction, but her eyes were red because of this anger.

"I know, you've always wanted a son to inherit your huge family business, but if it weren't for your heart, how could my brother die!"

I don't know if I mentioned my son, and the ECG value fluctuated slightly.

An Qing's gaze moved to Fan Zhihai's face, and she saw his eyelids move slightly.

Hehe, she sneered at the corner of her mouth, this man is really obsessed with his son.

That's right, An Qing should have an older brother, An Jie was more than 6 months pregnant when she bumped into Fan Zhihai and Xiao Mi's adultery, she was excited and caused a miscarriage, it was a baby boy, although Fan Zhihai regretted it, he didn't take it to heart, because Zhang Lili was also pregnant at the time, he felt that he was still young, and sooner or later he would have a son.

After this incident, An Jie's feelings for Fan Zhihai slowly faded, although Fan Zhihai vowed to break off with the woman outside, but when she was pregnant with An Qing again, she found that Fan Zhihai was not only looking for flowers and willows outside, but even gave birth to a daughter with Xiao Mi.

When she lost her beloved son, Fan Zhihai gave birth to their child with the woman who indirectly killed her son!

An Qing stared at Fan Zhihai's face, leaned down slightly towards him, and spoke softly in his ear from a distance of about half an inch.

"But do you know, you can never have a son again, when my mother was pregnant with me, she gave you sterilization, and my brother, who was killed by your affair, is the only son in your life."

As soon as the words fell, Fan Zhihai's breathing suddenly became short, An Qing stared at his violently trembling eyelids, and kindly pressed the call bell for him.

Yes, the sterilization pill was not given by Zhang Lili, nor was it written by An Qing, she just happened to know about this old thing and used it to make a fuss, so Ye Qi's miscarriage was also fake, and everything was her bureau.

But everything she did ultimately harmed Ye Qi.

An Qing's fists were tightly curled up, and before the doctor arrived, she coldly made today's closing statement.

"Mr. Fan, never offend a woman, you were sterilized because of your negative intentions, and today because of the same reason, you were killed by your dear third wife, you look like a ghost now, and you don't have a son to inherit the incense, your family property is still for the benefit of the society, and it should be for you to accumulate blessings, father and daughter, this is the last thing I do for you."

After that, she had only kindness and broke off with him.

Perhaps as early as four years ago, when Fan Zhihai ruthlessly turned her and An Jie away for the sake of family property, her father-daughter relationship with Fan Zhihai came to an end.

Outside the ward, Tang Li lowered her head and sat on the rest chair playing with her mobile phone, and when she came out, the mobile phone quickly went black and walked towards her.

"An Qing, do you want to go back to avoid the limelight for a few days, the reporter is still guarding outside."

She didn't say a word, she just felt tired from every pore.

"Let them be, what other formalities does Ye Qi have to go through at the police station? Let her be buried first. ”

Tang Li hesitated for a while, but still asked, "You have a good relationship with Miss Ye?"

An Qing understood Tang Li's concerns, she had just been released from prison for instigating Ye Qi to be poisoned, and she had to clear her relationship with Ye Qi, but she also personally handled Ye Qi's funeral, which was very suspicious.

But she doesn't have the heart to pay attention to other people's speculation now, Ye Qi died for her, she can't even do this little thing.

She nodded and looked at Tang Li quietly, "Call her name, in her life, there are not many people who can call her name." ”

With both parents dead and her only younger brother not around, An Qing thought about Ye Qi's short and unfortunate life, and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Tang Li moved her lips, and stopped talking, An Qing glanced at her and changed the topic and asked, "What did you say about me on the Internet?"

"It's not those, Fan Luowei also dares to come out to rub hot spots, your parents divorced more than 20 years ago, she gave birth to it, this illegitimate daughter is too anxious, for fear that people don't know that she is a junior, no wonder she has a big belly and is squirming everywhere, it turns out that shamelessness is also genetic." Tang Li complained a few words and thought of something, and looked at her knowingly: "Don't listen to her blowing, who knows whose wild seed she is pregnant."

An Qing listened indifferently, her heart was like a stone, heavy, and she was not interested in anything.

"An Qing, let's also be interviewed by reporters," Tang Li proposed: "I really can't get used to her white lotus face, if you don't come out to say a few words, people still think you have a weak heart."

"Whatever they think, she can act as long as she likes."

An Qing walked out with great interest, but she didn't know that in a certain ward not far away, Fu Mochuan leaned back on the sofa, with a drip hanging on his arm, and listened to Fu Si's report with his eyebrows furrowed.

Hearing that An Qing was alone by Ye Qi's side for a whole few hours, he pressed his eyebrows and ordered in a deep voice: "She doesn't have to stop what she wants to do, just make sure her safety."

"Okay, Mr. Fu." Fu Si looked at Fu Mochuan's somewhat pale face, and said with concern: "Mr. Fu, you should rest first, and let Miss An know that you will also be worried like this."

Fu Si also became bad, knowing that to carry An Qing out, Fu Mochuan's thin lips tugged lightly.

"She won't know," he raised his eyebrows, "now that she's in a bad mood, she might as well give her another gift."