Song Muxiao was annoyed in his heart, turned around and saw He Xueyi's clear eyes, and was a little distracted for a while: "What? ”

"I ...... My clothes ......" stretched out a lotus root arm from the quilt and pointed to the three-dimensional hanger on Song Muxiao's side, which was very simple and harmless, and she didn't notice that she had turned the flames into a sea of fire.

"Hmm." Song Muxiao answered and walked to the hanger and took off the clothes, He Xueyi was about to reach over to take it, but Song Muxiao walked to the door.

"What do you command, sir?" Outside his bedroom, there had always been two maids in the corridor, and when he saw him take his clothes out, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"My wife's clothes are a little dirty, so you can take them and wash them." As he spoke, he handed over He Xueyi's clothes to the maid.

He Xueyi, who was sitting on the bed, lifted the quilt and looked at her body, as if she had thought of something, and wrapped the quilt in the situation, leaving only one head, like a giant silkworm chrysalis.

Song Muxiao returned to the room, glanced at her from the corner of his eye and walked directly into the bathroom, in this case, he was not worried that He Xueyi would slip away at all.

He Xueyi couldn't help but think of what happened before, her face turned crimson, and she carefully got out of bed and pulled the quilt.

Since there are no clothes, then even the quilt will be rolled away!

But it's so good that the quilt is surprisingly big, He Xueyi spent a lot of effort to wrap the quilt around her body, and before her hand touched the doorknob, an evil chuckle behind her made her swallow her saliva suddenly.

"You can go, leave the quilt behind, or stay together?" Song Muxiao said, and fished her out of the quilt.

"Ahh With an exclamation, He Xueyi's cheeks were hot, but she was naked!

In the next second, the whole person had been swept into the soft big bed by Song Muxiao, protecting his body to death, and looking at Song Muxiao with wide eyes.

"You are my reasonable and legitimate Mrs. Song, have you forgotten that you still owe me 70 million?" Song Muxiao pressed her under him, and smiled playfully at the corners of his lips.

"Then since you say that I am Mrs. Song, how can I owe you something?" He Xueyi raised her head and said stubbornly.

"I owe it or not, I have the final say!" Song Muxiao said, leaning over and dropping a kiss.

Within reach, He Xueyi's mobile phone rang wildly, and Song Muxiao suddenly frowned angrily.

After all, the name on the phone is He Xueyi's father, He Xueyi glanced at Song Muxiao, got up and picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Xueyi, where are you? Something happened to the third uncle! Hurry up and come to the hospital! He Meiyun's nervous and panicked voice on the other end of the phone then hung up the phone.

He Xueyi's brain kept buzzing, and her body kept trembling, Song Muxiao looked at her, got up quickly, got dressed, and then scooped her up: "I'll ask someone to bring you clothes." ”

He Xueyi, who was sitting on the bed, couldn't hear anything, only the blank of her brain, tears rolling down her cheeks but couldn't say a word.

After getting dressed, He Xueyi rushed out of the door, and Song Muxiao chased after him, driving He Xueyi to the hospital.

In the emergency room of the hospital, He Xueyi just arrived, and watched several nurses push a person out, covered with a white cloth, and beside him, He Meiyun and several respected elders in the family.

He Xueyi walked over step by step, slowly lifted the white cloth with trembling hands, and her father's face appeared in front of her, but he had stopped breathing.

"Dad...... I'm Yiyi, how can this be? What the hell is going on? The last line of defense in He Xueyi's heart completely collapsed and burst, clutching his clothes tightly and refusing to let go.

"Yiyi, the third uncle is planning to go to you, you just got married, he wanted to bring you something, it is your wedding gift, but he didn't expect it...... Something happened on the road......" He Meiyun said as she stood aside and wiped away her tears.

"I don't want gifts! All I need is my dad! Dad, open your eyes and look at me...... I don't want a gift......" He Xue sat on the ground with a limp body, crying bitterly.

Song Muxiao looked at the person who was covered with a white cloth again, and hugged He Xueyi horizontally: "Even if her father is gone, she is also my Song Muxiao's wife, I will protect her, take care of her, and his future affairs will be presided over by himself." ”

"Let go of me! Mu Xiao ...... You let me look at him one last time...... Please...... Let me take a look, don't take me away......" He Xueyi in his arms kept crying and struggling, but Song Muxiao tightened his arms even more.

Gradually, He Xueyi's struggle weakened, her soft body leaned on Song Muxiao's shoulder, her eyes were closed, and there were tears on her face.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day, Song Muxiao was sitting in front of the hospital bed, and He Xueyi sat up, looking at him with anger in her eyes.

"Smack!"

A loud slap fell on Song Muxiao's face, but Song Muxiao didn't have any emotional changes, and reached out to take the porridge boiled at the bedside.

"Why? Why won't you even let me give him one last ride? That's my dad! He Xueyi roared hysterically, and tears raged wildly again.

"The body has been cremated, and the funeral is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, which you personally preside." Song Muxiao said softly, but He Xueyi cried even more.

"You go! I don't want to see you! He Xueyi turned her head sideways and refused to say another word to him.

Song Muxiao hesitated for a moment, put the porridge aside, got up and walked out, He Xueyi hid in the quilt and cried heartbreakingly.

Outside the door of the ward, the assistant took a document and handed it to Song Muxiao: "President, there are many suspicious points in this matter, and someone has been sent to investigate it secretly." ”

"What about the results of the medical examiner?" Song Muxiao looked through the documents and raised his eyes and asked, his voice was as cold as ice.

"I'll have to wait a few more days, how is my wife doing?" The assistant asked, glancing in the direction of the ward.

"She's okay for the time being, she can't let her know about this matter, otherwise, she will bear the consequences." Song Muxiao's gaze sank, and the assistant hurriedly nodded in response.

At the funeral, He Xueyi wore a long black dress with a white flower pinned to her chest, standing next to Song Muxiao, but tears couldn't stop rolling down.

In just a few hours, for He Xueyi, it was as long as a century, and the urn was put into the pit behind the tombstone.

He Xueyi's eyes were dizzy, but she tried hard to support her body and not let herself fall, Song Muxiao stretched out her arm to wrap her shoulder.

It's just that He Xueyi's mother has always refused to attend the funeral, in her opinion, all this is caused by He Xueyi, and all the sadness in her heart has turned into resentment, and she even refuses to see her.

Even the elders in the family thought that He Xueyi had indirectly killed her father, and they all sighed in the face of He Xueyi.