Hearing this, Bai Xuesheng smiled slightly, raised his head to look at him, and said softly: "Ting Yuan, you know, I don't want to disturb you much......"

Fu Tingyuan nodded, glanced at the time, and said, "I still have some things to do, since you are here, then I will go back." ”

Bai Xuesheng replied and said softly: "Okay." You go back early. It's us who bothered you. “

Fu Tingyuan got out of the hospital and got into the car.

Thinking of Mo Shuangning's current state, he frowned slightly.

She entered the big dye vat of the entertainment industry after graduating from college, she has never experienced anything, how could she commit suicide because of this kind of thing.

He didn't think that a woman with such a thick skin like Mo Shuangning would commit suicide because of this kind of thing.

It's really strange to go to the airport but jump out of the window halfway.

He had a vague feeling in his mind that the car accident was supposed to be a long-planned murder.

It's just that who has such a big grudge against her little agent, so big that he wants to kill people?

I really can't figure out who else Mo Shuangning, this woman, has offended besides him.

But with her underserved mouth, it's not surprising to offend anyone.

If it weren't for Bai Xuesheng's protection over the years, he would have taught her a lesson.

He sent a text message to the doctor, asking him to investigate whether there were any drug ingredients in Mo Shuangling's blood, and then activated Lincoln.

Fu Tingyuan drove to where his mother now lives.

Yan Zong has returned to the Yan family's old house, but Fu Qingtian still refuses to go back to live with him, Yan Zong has only loved such a woman as Fu Qingtian in his life, but Fu Qingtian only thinks of Luo Juntian as a man.

This is a great irony.

He sat on the sofa peeling apples, Fu Qingtian had just woken up from a nap, and was helped down the stairs by the servant.

I have to say that this woman is very resistant to aging.

Yan Zong was already old, Fu Qingtian was almost sixty years old, but he looked like he was in his early forties. also vaguely has the glamorous style of youth.

"What are you going to do?" As long as Fu Qingtian is not stimulated, his mental state is fine, and he will not get sick anytime and anywhere like before. She still had the same tone of mockery, and her words were full of-for-tat, Fu Tingyuan threw the peeled apples in the trash, closed the fruit knife, and said lightly to the woman who should be called her mother: "Come and ask you a question." ”

"What question can I answer for you?" Fu Qingtian sneered lightly, dragged the hem of his long European-style pajamas, and walked over to sit opposite him. Yan Zong protected her very well, she still had that kind of bitter and mean temperament, but wearing these luxurious clothes, she also showed a bit of grace.

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa and glanced at her, his expression was indifferent and almost expressionless, and the mother and son were even colder than strangers when they saw each other.

He and she are obstacles to her freedom in life, and she and him are the unfortunate beginning of his life.

When I was young, because I couldn't get love, and I didn't know who to hate, I could only blame myself. For a long time, he wished he hadn't been born.

Later, when he grew up, he accepted the fact that there are parents in this world who don't love their children, and he was freed from the nightmare of his childhood.

It's just that there is no longer the word "mother" in his life.

"I want to know how my grandmother," he said in a light and cold tone, "how did she die?" I remember you said before that she died very young. ”