When Xiao Li returned to China, Chen's mother was crying in the morgue, and she didn't dare to tell the news to Chen's father, who was seriously ill.

A woman cried until she fainted several times.

Xiao Li wanted to pull out his corpse and punch him twice.

Obviously, he was ready to ask Fu Luo to borrow money, why did Chen Zekai, this bastard, commit suicide!

Cowardly man!

The nurse handed him the suicide note written by Chen Zekai, Xiao Li pinched the thin paper of this chapter, and looked at the words he wrote, the content was messy and illogical, and the paper was a little wet.

He could almost remember how the man who was once so proud fell into this kind of embarrassing mirror, and how he suffered physically and mentally.

However, no matter how tormented he is, he has to help him.

Why should you want to commit suicide?

After he helped Chen's mother to the hospital bed, he sat aside and read the letter he wrote.

"Xiao Li, Lao Tzu lost in the hands of a woman in this life, it's really shameless to face you and my parents, I coax, 800 million US dollars, that's not a small amount, I think buddy can only escape this catastrophe if he dies, don't think buddy, I'm dead, don't tell my parents, just burn it and scatter the ashes on the ground, in the next life, I don't want to be a man, I'm so fucking tired, I still have some private money, which is stored in Changfeng Bank, you take it out and give it to my parents, let them support their old age, buddy is gone, relieved ......"

Xiao Li leaned back on the seat in the corridor, his suicide note crumpled by him.

The tendons of the temples throb up.

I've never been so tired at this moment.

He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, a heavy melancholy in his chest.

He was thinking, if he encountered this situation and no one helped him, would he not want to commit suicide like Chen Zekai?

Suddenly, a shadow fell over his head.

Xiao Li sat up, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after seeing who was coming, he suddenly sneered: "Why do you still have a face?" ”

Yuan Zheng stepped on high heels and sat next to him, Xiao Li was so tired that he didn't avoid it.

Yuan Zheng stared at him, and his voice was very light: "Anyway, it was also a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship before, he committed suicide, of course I have to see him for the last time." ”

Xiao Li snorted coldly, "Miss Yuan, what you said really made me misunderstand that you are still a person with a conscience, in fact, if you hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have died at all!" ”

"A cowardly man, he can't even bear this, why should I entangle with him, compared to him, I now feel that a man like Xiao Shao has an appetite for me!"

"Fuck off!" Xiao Li didn't even want to talk to her, "Lao Tzu will beat women!" ”

"Heh, you have the ability, you fight?" Yuan Zheng chuckled.

Xiao Li stood up, didn't make a move with her, and walked straight to the side.

Pulled the button on his chest, irritable.

He prepared for his funeral.

When he was buried, Yuan Zheng also came.

The woman, dressed in black, made a pitiful look.

If Xiao Li hadn't taken care of the overall situation, he would have wanted to drive that woman away a long time ago.

How could she have the face to suddenly come back to haunt her ex-boyfriend after he died?

But just as he was about to pack up, he suddenly saw a man who had stopped not far away, his bony fingers holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and when he passed by him, his long legs stepped directly over.

Xiao Li kept staring at him.

It wasn't until he saw him put the chrysanthemum on Chen Zekai's tombstone that he walked towards him.

Fu Luo bowed, turned around and faced Xiao Li's gloomy face.

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows: "Do you know?" ”

Fu Luo's attitude was detached and cold, and he explained like a stranger: "He is a customer of my bank. ”

Xiao Li snorted coldly: "When did the president of Changfeng Bank personally come to send flowers because a customer died?" ”