"Lao Hong is buried here?"

Li Fatzi looked at a bulging dirt bag on the grass and asked with a cold expression.

He had already understood the whole story, and thought that Pierre would bury him out of guilt, so that he would not live up to Lao Hong after his death...

But seeing the barren land under his feet, and the absence of even a tombstone representing the identity of the owner of the tomb, Li Fatzi felt angry in his heart.

"Pierre was worried that Lao Hong would be retaliated against by those police after his death, so he buried him in such a remote and desolate place, and only a handful of people knew about him."

Ning Dongqing stood beside Li Fatzi, and she was one of the few people who knew about it.

"Revenge? What face do they have to take revenge on Lao Hong? Did they tell so many lies that they believed themselves? It's brazen! Li Fatzi was furious, and he began to regret cheapening the captured policemen.

Compared with the suffering and grievances suffered by others, the price paid by these policemen is still too little.

Ning Dongqing shook her head, she was very open.

"It's not that they believe the lies they tell, it's that Lao Hong did kill their children, and it's two."

Surprisingly, Ning Dongqing's calm answer was like an outsider.

"As a parent, no matter what the reason, who is right and who is wrong, as long as he kills his own child, this hatred will not be shared, and no matter how good a person is, he will become the most vicious guy in the world."

"You're not very old, but you can see it thoroughly."

What Ning Dongqing said was very reasonable, and Li Fatzi sighed.

The girl continued: "If you kill a child, others will want to crush your bones and scatter ashes, and if you die, you will dig up the body and whip three hundred lashes to relieve your hatred. Pierre did this to make Lao Hong quiet after his death. ”

"Then I blamed Pierre." Li Fatzi smiled bitterly.

"It was he who connived at others to kill Lao Hong, even if more blame was placed on him, it was right."

After Ning Dongqing finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the convoy.

"You're just leaving?"

Ning Dongqing and Lao Hong didn't even say goodbye, and Li Fatzi shouted at her back.

Ning Dongqing stopped, but did not turn around.

"I have said what I should have said hundreds of thousands of times in my heart, and what is buried there is only a corpse, not Lao Hong."

Looking at Ning Dongqing's departing back, Li Fatzi felt very uncomfortable.

Ning Dongqing was very indifferent, but Li Fatzi knew very well that this was the reverse emotion that would arise precisely because of the extreme sadness.

He never expected that the two people who couldn't beat the eight poles at the beginning would actually develop such a family relationship......

"Let's go too."

Li Fatzi stood in front of Lao Hong's grave for a while, and then said to the others.

Albe, they are saying their final goodbyes to Lao Hong, and like Li Fatzi, they also know for the first time where Lao Hong was buried. However, even if they learned in advance, they did not have a chance to leave the manor to visit Lao Hong.

After saying what had to be said, the group returned to the car.

This place is not very far from the manor, and it happens to be near the highway, if it weren't for Ning Dongqing's proposal to stop, Li Fatzi and the others would have whistled by as when they came, and they wouldn't have found the clue at all.

It can only be said that although Pierre's humanity is average, he did find a quiet resting place for Lao Hong.

Li Fatzi is not in the mood to drive at all now, and the atmosphere in the car is simply embarrassing and suffocating.

Secretly glanced at the queen beside him, the latter had no sadness or joy on his face, sat upright, looked straight ahead, and had no intention of talking to Li Fatzi at all.

Li Fatzi felt distressed for a while, Richard definitely wouldn't talk much, he could only say that a woman's sixth sense was too powerful.

What he didn't know was that when Alexander walked out of the villa in a rage, the faint green light above his head had already revealed the truth.

Unlike the others, Albe asked, and it was so direct.

Li Fatzi prides himself on being a veteran of the love field, but only now he realizes that he used to be just a habitual act on the spot, and today's nervous person is the real self.

Suffering from gains and losses, uncertain progress and retreat, this is the state that a person should be.

Li Fatzi has lost Albe twice, and after these two losses, Li Fatzi feels that there is nothing that cannot be said.

If you keep it secretive like this, I'm afraid there won't be another chance.

"Whew..."

Fat Li suddenly took a deep breath.

Albe turned his head to look at him.

"That's right, it's a kiss."

Although the momentum was a little weaker, Li Fatzi still tried his best to show the dignity that a man should have.

Isn't there a saying that the man who is honest is the most handsome...... Well, this kind of nonsense will deceive those fools.

As soon as these words came out, Albe immediately narrowed his eyes and stared directly at Fat Li. The latter couldn't help but shudder, which was not a good sign.

Before this storm got bigger, Li Fatzi hurriedly began to redeem: "It's a kiss, but I didn't do anything else, I swear no!" ”

"Hehe, what else do you want to do?"

"I still want to ......"

If you want the fat man to jump into the pit, where is it so easy.

"I still want to be your man."

This sudden confession made the atmosphere inside the car even more awkward, especially when the white defendant did not say a word.

Li Fatzi suddenly felt that he was too stupid, this kind of thing should not be used as a joke, if it was shown that what he just said was a joke at this time, he would definitely be considered a casual person.

The wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong way to open.

I really am, so stupid......

Pretending to be serious about driving, pretending that nothing was said just now, that nothing happened......

"Want to be my man?" Albe asked suddenly.

Hey? There's a play!?

Albe groaned and said, "There are more than a thousand riders in the east, and the husband is on top.

What is the use of knowing a husband? White Horse from Liju;

green silk horsetail, gold horse's head;

The Lu Lu sword in the waist is worth more than 10 million.

Fifteen government officials, twenty dynasty doctors,

Thirty servants, forty special city dwellings.

He is fair-skinned and bearded.

Yingying Gongfu step, Ran Ran Mansion trend.

There are thousands of people sitting in the seat, all of whom say that their husbands and sons-in-law are different. ”

"Mo Shangsan? Qin Luoshi? ”

Albe nodded, the Xianggong described by the ancient beauty Qin Luofu is probably the best candidate for a good husband.

Li Fatzi pondered for a while, and felt that he was not much worse than Qin Luofu's husband, and he still had this confidence.

Thinking like this in his heart, he still hypocritically denied it: "Qin Luofu's husband is the yearning of all women in ancient times, and I can't compare to it." ”

"Actually, I don't like Qin Luoshi's husband very much."

"What do you mean by that?"

Albe looked at Li Fatzi with smiling eyebrows, and said seriously: "Qin Luofu's husband can only be called a masterpiece at most, such a standard is a bit low. ”

"Is this still low?" Fat Li was a little speechless.

"Of course low, my man must be a guy like the sun, able to be a light to all in this dark night."