He Xueyi's skin was already visibly swollen.

"No cooking." Song Muxiao's voice settled in the air, and when He Xueyi heard this, she couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes in surprise: "Huh? ”

Song Muxiao, on the other hand, took He Xueyi's hand to the bedroom, took out the ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain, and gave He Xueyi medicine.

The potion touched He Xueyi's cheek, and He Xueyi suddenly gasped in pain.

"Just endure the pain." Although Song Muxiao said this, when he took the medicine again, he slowed down the movements of his hands and was as gentle as possible.

Looking at Song Muxiao's face, for a while, He Xueyi only felt a little trance, once upon a time, her father was also so meticulous to her, staying by her bedside when she was sick, and doing everything himself.

But now, things are wrong, her father has died, and there is no going back.

Thinking like this, He Xueyi only felt sadness.

Tears poured out of He Xueyi's eyes unconsciously, blurring her vision.

Seeing this, Song Muxiao sighed lightly and silently helped He Xueyi wipe away the tears that had slipped down her cheeks.

And He Xueyi finally couldn't bear to cry.

The eyelashes were wet and wisps, and the tears fell to the floor with a sound like a mournful birdsong.

"Why, Mu Xiao, why do you say why, why do you have to be so unfair to my father, take his legs early when he was young, and take his life early when he is old......"

"I miss my dad, Mu Xiao, I miss my dad......"

He Xueyi choked up and said these words, and Song Muxiao only felt a tingling pain in his heart for a while.

"And my mother, Mu Xiao, do you know, my mother in the past, obviously not like this, but now, I don't know why ......"

Speaking of this, He Xueyi cried even more.

Seeing He Xueyi's teary eyes, Song Muxiao only felt as if his heart had been hit by some blunt object.

He coughed lightly, but finally chose to say what he wanted to say.

"Yiyi, your father's death may have another hidden meaning."

As soon as his voice landed, He Xueyi's eyes widened as if she had heard something unbelievable.

"You, what did you say?"

"Mu Xiao, what the hell is going on? What is the meaning of another secret, my dad he ......"

He Xueyi couldn't even stop her tears.

Song Muxiao took a deep breath before he analyzed: "That's the case, Yiyi, in your father's situation, lying sick in bed, how could your mother let him go out by himself?" ”

"What's more, it's been so long since the wedding of the two of us, if you don't give it sooner or later, how could your father suddenly remember to give you a gift on that day?"

Song Muxiao raised doubts, and when she heard Song Muxiao say this, He Xueyi seemed to suddenly realize something.

It is true that what Song Muxiao said was reasonable, and for a while, He Xueyi also felt that something was wrong.

She hurriedly asked, "What's going on, Mu Xiao, do you have any clues, are you already investigating this matter?" ”

Seeing He Xueyi's expectant look, Song Muxiao pursed her lips slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's already being investigated, but it hasn't been checked yet." ”

"Yiyi, don't worry too much."

Hearing Song Muxiao say this, He Xueyi nodded hurriedly, looked at Song Muxiao and said: "I know Mu Xiao, I'm fine, it's just my father's business, it's really suspicious, I have been in the grief of my father's death and didn't come out before, now it seems that it is indeed us who have been negligent, and we must investigate it carefully." ”

When Song Muxiao heard this, he bowed his head slightly to show his consent, and then continued: "Yiyi, and your mother, you don't have to worry too much, now she is no longer worthy of being a mother." ”

He Xueyi closed her eyes gently, took a deep breath, and her expression became a little solemn.

"Mu Xiao, do you know, when my grandmother was alive, my family was still very happy, and my mother was gentle and kind, after my grandmother died, I don't know why, my mother became like this unconsciously......"

"Everything changed from the day my grandmother died."

When Song Muxiao heard this, he silently squeezed He Xueyi's hand to show comfort.

He pondered for a while, and then looked at He Xueyi and encouraged: "Yiyi, no matter what, cheer up, the real cause of your father's death is still waiting for you to find out." ”

When He Xueyi heard this, she also seemed to be given strength invisibly.

It is true that her father's death is not as simple as it seems, and it is impossible for her to let her father die in such an unknown way. She must find out the truth and find out the real murderer of the matter.

Thinking like this, He Xueyi instantly had courage.

She calmed down and whispered to Song Muxiao: "Mu Xiao, I still have to ask you to help with this matter." ”

"I know."

Hearing He Xueyi say this, Song Muxiaojing took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pressed a string of numbers.

The phone was quickly connected, and the voice on the other end of the phone was very respectful.

"President, do you have any orders?"

"Father He's forensic report, has there been a result?"

"There's already a president, and I just got it, so do I want to send it to you now?"

"Well, let's come to the Song family."

After explaining, Song Muxiao hung up the phone.

And He Xueyi, when she heard that the results of the forensic report had come out, her heart was in the air.

If it wasn't a car accident, what else could be the reason for my father's death, and who was it?

In He Xueyi's heart, there was already an answer coming out at that time, but He Xueyi didn't dare to admit it or believe it anyway.

Time passed silently, and the wait always seemed extraordinarily long, and I don't know how long it passed, but the assistant finally sent the forensic report.

The moment she received the forensic report, He Xueyi didn't want to open it.

"Let's see."

Song Muxiao said softly, He Xueyi made up her mind and opened the report.

Then the results on the report sheet made He Xue Yiru be struck by lightning.

It is clearly written that the cause of death of Father He was not a car accident, but poisoning. Before the car accident, he was already dead.

He Xueyi's eyes widened in disbelief, but the assistant on the side handed over the purchase record of the drug, which was the extremely toxic cyanide, chemical, and substance, and the purchaser on the purchase record was none other than his biological mother!

Unexpectedly...... It's really her.

This He Xueyi can think of, but she is a person who doesn't want to believe in any case, her biological mother is really the murderer of her father.

Even after his father's death, he did not hesitate to dig up the grave and move the grave!

He Xueyi felt ridiculous and abnormal, and more of a feeling was despair.

He Mu can even kill her own husband, what else can't she do?

Thinking like this, He Xueyi couldn't help but feel aggrieved for her father, who had shared the bed for decades, and finally poisoned her father ruthlessly.

The previous memories of happiness all turned into phantoms at the moment when the truth was revealed.

If He Xueyi was still reluctant to her mother before, then now, these emotions have finally disappeared.

He Xueyi finally admitted that Song Muxiao was right, her mother was not worthy of being a mother at all.

Of course, she doesn't deserve to be a wife!

He Xueyi, who knew everything, calmed down.

"Yiyi, are you alright?"

Hearing Song Muxiao's voice, He Xueyi just shook her head slightly, it is true that Song Muxiao had investigated everything clearly for her, told her the truth of the matter, and hoped that she could cheer up.

Since Song Muxiao believes in her, what reason does she have not to believe in herself.

Thinking like this, He Xueyi looked at Song Muxiao, her eyes were firm, and she said in a deep voice.

"Mu Xiao, I want to talk to you."

Hearing this, Song Muxiao nodded silently, and then turned around to signal to the assistant, there is nothing to do now, he can leave.

After the assistant left, He Xueyi took two deep breaths, with dots of tears in her eyes, but she looked at Song Muxiao without blinking.

Song Muxiao stretched out his hand and helped He Xueyi pin the hair that was originally scattered next to his cheeks behind his ears, and then asked.

"Yiyi, what are you going to do?"

"Mom, even though she has lost her heart, but if this matter is not fueled by He Meiyun, with my mother's character, she will not attack my father."

"Mu Xiao, although she regards wealth as her life, she is not completely emotionless."

"Father's illness, has been taking care of her for so long, if she really intended to attack her father, she would have done it a long time ago, why wait until now?"

"yes, I know." When Song Muxiao heard this, his brows furrowed slightly: "This matter has nothing to do with He Meiyun." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Mu Xiao, I want to send my mother to a nursing home."

"According to her current character, if she continues like this, she doesn't know what to do, and as long as He Meiyun is by her side, she will inevitably instigate and advise."

"Well, yes, I'll find someone to arrange it for the nursing home." Speaking of this, Song Muxiao paused for a moment, and then continued: "Of course, the most important thing is He Meiyun. ”

"Mu Xiao, I want to deal with He Meiyun by myself."

"Huh?"

Heard He Xueyi say this. Song Muxiao couldn't help frowning.

"I want to continue to stay in the marketing department, and the retribution He Meiyun deserves is far more than just now."

"Yiyi, I don't agree with this."

Song Muxiao paused, but still said his thoughts.

From beginning to end, he didn't want He Xueyi to be involved in this whirlpool, day after day, endlessly.

"Why?"

"Go back to the design department, Yiyi, design is what you really like."

Hearing Song Muxiao say this, He Xueyi took a deep breath, Song Muxiao's scruples were not her scruples.

"Mu Xiao, don't worry, no matter when, I will never forget my heart."

"Design is something I've always really loved, and it's always been my wish to be able to design good works."

"But Mu Xiao, in addition to dreams, I also have things that must be accomplished."