Life is like a kaleidoscope, there are so many changes, you never know what will happen in the next second.

Just like An Qing, the joy of being a mother just lingered in her heart, and fate gave her a new joke.

Early the next morning, someone outside the hospital pulled up a banner with a white background banner with the words "Severely punish the murderer, return justice to me", which made all passers-by look sideways.

Fan Luowei was dressed in white, crying and standing at the front of the crowd, and behind her was the doctor she invited, which was already a very eye-catching scene, because her presence was even more attention-grabbing.

More than a dozen floors high, Fu Mochuan raised the curtain and looked at the noisy scene downstairs, and he couldn't hear the movement clearly from a distance, but the crowd wrapped in the three layers inside and outside was very spectacular at a glance.

An Qing opened her eyes and saw this scene, she sat up from the head of the bed, and her voice was sorrowful: "What are you looking at?" ”

"Nothing." Fu Mochuan closed the curtains: "It's still early, you can sleep for a while." ”

"I don't sleep, I'm so hungry."

An Qing didn't lie, and she didn't know what was going on recently, she was hungry very fast, and she didn't know how many meals she had to eat a day.

Fu Mochuan smiled: "What should I do, my daughter is so able to eat, I have to work hard to earn milk powder money." ”

"Said it's a son." An Qingbai him.

Fu Mochuan promised her last night that he would not let their mother and daughter have anything to do, whether it was comfort or not, things have become like this, and it is useless to have a sad face, it is better to face it with a smile.

While eating breakfast, An Qing suddenly asked, "By the way, how is Fan Zhihai?" ”

No one expected him to leave so suddenly, and he left in such a miserable way, no matter how emotionless, An Qing remembered the scene when she saw him last night, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

"It's sent to the morgue, and the family can arrange the funeral after the police procedures are completed."

But does he still have family?

An Qing pursed her lips, Fan Luowei asked her to go to the ward, it is certain that even if Fan Zhihai was not killed by her, she will definitely not be able to get rid of it, Fan Zhihai probably would not have thought that he had so many women before his death, but in the end he died in the hands of women.

Fu Mochuan looked at her gloomy face and said quietly: "I will let someone handle his funeral." ”

An Qing nodded and didn't discuss the topic again.

Fan Luowei came to the real thing this time, she stayed at the gate of the hospital all day, crying and complaining, and the hospital couldn't drive it away, so she could only send someone to maintain order.

In this era of advanced information, her experience was soon spread on the Internet, although the post was deleted soon after, and the media was also silent, but it still caused a very bad impact.

Under pressure, the police also attached great importance to this case, and An Qing stayed in the hospital for half a day before being recorded several confessions in a row.

The mobile phone number that called her was not Fan Luowei's, and the number was not registered, so there was no way to check it.

The police also checked the small video, Fu Weinian just made a small joke with Lang Cheng, and it had nothing to do with the threat, maybe someone with a heart recorded it and passed it to An Qing to see, although there were suspicious points, but it did not conflict with her "murder".

The servant of the Fan family testified that although it was father and daughter, An Qing and Fan Zhihai had a very bad relationship, the maid saw Fan Zhihai domestic violence against her, and after Fan Zhihai was paralyzed, she not only never visited, but made him so angry that he had a heart attack, all of which may have been her arguing with Fan Zhihai and killing him by mistake.

The police also checked the servant, she has been in the Fan family for more than ten years, usually the relationship between the master and the servant is good, there is no motive to kill, the most important thing is that after taking care of Fan Zhihai that night and having dinner, she went home to help him get daily necessities, and the surveillance downstairs of the Fan family captured her, and she had no chance to kill Fan Zhihai in time.

And during this time, the nurse had checked the room, and Fan Zhihai was fine at that time, so no matter how you look at it, An Qing's suspicion is the greatest.

If it weren't for the fetal gas, she would have been imprisoned.

The crowd outside the inpatient unit died down after only one day, not because Van Lowe wanted to stop, but because someone paid more money, so the doctors walked away in a familiar way.

In this world, nothing can be solved with money, and Fan Luowei is more vulnerable than financial resources.

Coming out of the hospital with a depressed face, she held the steering wheel, dialed the mobile phone with her other hand, and gritted her teeth when she heard someone on the other side: "Why didn't you just get rid of that slut's wild seed that night, and did so many things, but it didn't even hurt a single hair of people." ”

"This wild seed is gone, and you think there won't be another one? Van Lowe, you see as just an embryo that is nothing? ”

"That's better than nothing she has at all! Do you know? Fu Mochuan spent money to buy the doctor, no one wants to help us, he can do anything for that slut, are you still reluctant to that slut, so you don't want to touch her at all! ”

The more Fu Mochuan did, the more Fan Luowei hated it in his heart, everything he did for An Qing was like a mirror, reflecting her pity, she had been tormented by jealousy to the point of madness.

On the other side of the phone, Fu Weinian frowned, Fan Luowei was almost screaming, and the noise made his eardrums hurt.

He took the phone away a little and said impatiently: "Fan Luowei, believe it or not is your business, how to do it is my business, what you should do has been done, you just take care of your mouth, I warn you, if there is really anything, I will not care about you." ”

"Fu Weinian, I won't let you go if I die!" Fan Luowei screamed: "You said you were going to teach that woman a lesson for me, but you just killed my father, why did you kill him!" ”

"Huh, are you blaming me?" Fu Weinian sneered: "Why didn't you object when I proposed to you at the beginning, what kind of filial daughter is pretending to be in front of me now, don't think I don't know, how much does Fan Zhihai's illness cost a year, you have long thought that he is dead, don't call me again, I will look for you if there is something." ”

Listening to the sound of the phone being cut off, Fan Luowei screamed and pressed the horn heavily.

I'm angry with her, why is An Qing so good, Fan Zhihai is dead, but she has nothing to do.

Of course, An Qing didn't have nothing, but Fan Luowei didn't know.

Similarly, although Fan Luowei was very unwilling, a few days later, a simple funeral was held for Fan Zhihai.

As a figure who was once rich, the scale of the funeral was really simple, there were not many relatives and friends in the Fan family, and almost none of his former friends in the upper circle showed up, but many former employees showed up in An Qing's face.

An Qing did not appear for the time being, Fan Luowei stood alone in the area of relatives and friends, the mourning hall was not badly arranged, there were many wreaths, and it was white, Fan Zhihai's photos were quietly watching all this in the sea of flowers, no matter how you looked at it, it was a little deserted.

Halfway through the funeral, a woman's figure walked in from outside the door, dressed in very plain clothes, followed by two unsmiling policewomen.

Fan Luowei was stunned for a moment, and her voice became choked.

"Mom......"

That's right, although Zhang Lili is suspected of poisoning Fan Zhihai, they are still a nominal husband and wife, and in the spirit of humanitarianism, she also attended Fan Zhihai's funeral.

Looking at Fan Zhihai's posthumous portrait, Zhang Lili was also very embarrassed, because Fan Zhihai wanted to divorce her and give the property to An Qing, she wanted to kill him endlessly, but now that he is really dead, it is still inevitable to be sentimental, after all, it is a one-day husband and wife, and now that Fan Zhihai has died young, she is also in prison, and the husband and wife have made it like this, and no one has won anyone.

"Mom, I miss you so much," sad feeling, Fan Luowei took her hand, red eyes and said: "I worked so hard during your absence, everyone bullied me and laughed at me, Dad was partial to Anqing, the child in my womb is not Brother Mochuan's, he is still ......"

Speaking of sadness, Van Lowe couldn't stop crying.

Zhang Lili took her hand in distress, lowered her gaze, pushed her cuffs up, and touched the wound on her wrist.

"Does it hurt?"

Finally had relatives to love, Fan Luowei only knew how to cry, and was completely speechless.

Zhang Lili's eyes flashed, and she pinched her wound violently.

The wound had healed, but she pinched it so hard that Van Lowe snorted in pain.

"Mom......"

"Idiot, how did your mother teach you before, if you were bullied and didn't go back, you still want to commit suicide, for a man who doesn't want you, you just practice yourself? I'm so angry, have you ever thought about my mother, what will I do if you die? Yes? What do you do when you let me out? ”

The prison is not isolated, Zhang Lili who should know knows it.

"Mom......" Fan Luowei cried and hugged her, "I'm sorry, I was so uncomfortable at the time, I just wanted to do something to make Brother Mochuan miserable, and I couldn't care about anything when my mind was hot." ”

"Is he in pain then? Does he care about you? What did you get in exchange for your death? ”

"No, nothing, even if I die in front of him, all he thinks about is that woman!"

This is the realization she exchanged for her life, and it is this realization that makes her even more crazy.

Zhang Lili looked at the pain on her face, sighed lightly, and reached out to pull her into her arms.

"Silly child, mom knows that you are suffering, and mom will come out in another year, don't do anything stupid during this time, wait for me to come out in peace, promise me, don't let mom worry, okay?"

No matter how evil people are, they will have something to care about, Zhang Lili's concern for Fan Luowei is not fake, when the mother and daughter hugged and cried, An Qing finally came late.

She came deliberately when there were few people, and when she saw Zhang Lili, her eyes narrowed.

Zhang Lili also saw her at the same time, wiped her tears, and her eyes fell on Fu Mochuan, who was holding her tightly in her arms, and smiled coldly at the corner of her mouth.

An Qing ignored her, walked to Fan Zhihai's spiritual seat, and silently offered him incense.

Fu Mochuan followed her step by step, and his eyes did not leave her, as if there was nothing else in his eyes.

Zhang Lili looked at this scene, also walked over, lowered her head and took out a few sticks of incense, and slowly lit them.

The curling green smoke spread in the mourning hall, and Fan Zhihai's voice and smile on the photo also became hazy.

An Qing was about to walk away after finishing the incense, and Zhang Lili's low voice came from the side of her ear, like drifting smoke, so ethereal.

"An Qing, it won't be long before you are complacent, I will be inside, waiting for you to come in......"