"You're right, I'm looking for you." Xing Ye took a glass of red wine in his hand at some point. And Mo Kaikai's ashes were placed on his lap, and he took a sip of red wine gently.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you in the first place, so..." Mo Rui glanced at the urn that Xing Ye had placed on his lap and felt a little strange but didn't think much about it.

At this moment, she just wants Xing Ye to know that she has realized her mistake and hopes to be able to reunite.

"So you want me to forgive you?" Xing Ye's hand holding the red wine glass paused slightly, although he had known it for a long time, but when he heard Mo Rui say it himself, he felt that his heart was on fire.

Why would he be stupid enough to choose forgiveness for the woman who betrayed him in his last life! In this life, he will never make a wrong choice again.

"I... I know... I may not be able to forgive myself from you, and I hope you will be able to tell my brother that I am with you now. ”

Mo Rui plans to retreat as advance, find Mo Kaikai first to repay the money for herself, and then slowly make Xing Ye change her mind.

However, she didn't expect that her trick would already be known to Xing Ye when she said it.

"You're looking for him? I'll send you to him. Xing Ye put down the red wine glass in his hand and looked at Mo Rui, a grim flash flashed in his eyes.

"Don't bother you, I'll just go by myself. Tell me where he lives now. ”

Mo Rui hurriedly shook her head, if Xing Ye didn't leave after she went, how could she talk to Mo Kaikai about repaying the money.

"Okay, it's best if you can go on your own." Xing Ye nodded and said to the bodyguard standing beside him, "Go and prepare something for Miss Mo." ”

"Yes, boss." The bodyguards also knew about the boss from the news, so they didn't have the slightest sympathy for Mo Rui when she was surrounded by Xing Ye's words.

"Something? What is it? Mo Rui looked at Xing Ye puzzled, did she want to give her something? Really... Although Xing Ye resented himself in his heart, he also loved himself.

"You'll find out in a moment." Xing Ye's hand was on the urn, and he closed his eyes as if he could see Mo Kaikai's smile.

He... It's finally time to avenge him...

"Boss." The bodyguard handed a knife to Xing Ye with gloves.

"Hand it to Miss Mo." Xing Ye glanced at it, this knife was a scimitar, and if it stabbed into a person's body and then pulled it out, it might hook out the organs. How could he let Mo Rui die so easily?

"Knives? Does this knife have any special significance? Mo Rui took the knife and looked at it carefully.

"Of course there is, don't you want to see Mo Kaikai? When you die, you can see Him and make amends to Him yourself. ”

Xing Ye's words made Mo Rui throw the knife in her hand on the ground in fright, and she looked at the urn on Xing Ye's lap.

So that urn is not open? How could it be...

Mo Rui looked at the box in disbelief, her eyes full of surprise.

"Is that scary? Why weren't you afraid when you left me with my last money and left your brother to pay off your debts? Xing Ye put the urn on the sofa, and he stood up and walked towards Mo Rui.

With each step he took closer, Morry took a step back, until Morry hit the wall formed by the bodyguards behind him.

Xing Ye walked over to the place where the knife was thrown on the ground, and he reached out to the bodyguard, who handed him a pair of gloves.

Xing Ye took on his gloves and picked up the knife and approached Mo Rui step by step, "It must hurt to cut someone's body with a knife, and he must also be very painful."

You have to suffer this pain too! Xing Ye grabbed Mo Rui's shoulder and stabbed the knife into Mo Rui's abdomen without hesitation.

He immediately pulled out the knife, and looking at what the knife hooked out, Xing Ye pushed Mo Rui, who was no longer breathing, and lay on the ground. He looked at Mo Rui's corpse but smiled.

Xing Ye took off his gloves and handed them to the bodyguard, and left the villa with the urn.

Half a year later...

There is a man in a psychiatric hospital who sits in the ward every day with an urn in his arms and looks out the window.

The nurses in the psychiatric hospital would often discuss the fact that the man had donated all his fortunes to charity, and that he was in a psychiatric hospital, and that he was the only patient in the psychiatric hospital who was not mentally ill...