Fang Huai'an was still uneasy in his heart, he was worried that Luo Minghao would be unable to prevent it from being a black hand behind his back.

The next day, he asked the troops for instructions and took a small long vacation.

Political Commissar Meng teased him with a smile: "I used to say that you were an emotionless work machine, but now that you have a wife and children, it's rare to see that you have to take a vacation." ”

Fang Huaian straightened his hat: "Don't tease me." ”

"How can this be considered ridiculous. I'm glad you can take a vacation. People, at least seven emotions and six desires, a little more humane. ”

"You mean I didn't have a human touch before?"

Political Commissar Meng smiled again: "It's really more humane than before." ”

He patted Fang Huai'an on the shoulder: "The power of love is so great. ”

Fang Huai'an was noncommittal.

The two said something else, and Commissar Meng inadvertently mentioned Fang Limin.

Fang Huai'an's face changed instantly.

He was about to say something, but he stopped in an instant and sighed indiscerningly.

"I've approved your leave, remember to rest well! I heard that the Luo family has been going on a lot recently, so pay attention to your body. ”

"Thank you, Commissar."

Fang Huai'an got up and left.

Going out, the autumn weather was breezy and cloudy, and a cold wind blew, adding a touch of gloom.

The trees on the side of the road, with their leaves turning yellow, hang on them and are crumbling.

Fang Huai'an glanced at the sky, abandoned the distracting thoughts in his head, and strode back.

Song Yiqing stayed by Luo Mingsheng's coffin, and the seven-day suspension was over soon.

During this period, Luo Minghao made two small actions from time to time, wanting to cremate in advance, but she found out and stopped them.

On the day of Luo Mingsheng's funeral, bigwigs from various industries in the provincial capital came to see him off for the last time.

Rows of cars poured into the funeral home.

It was raining lightly on the road, as if it was also sending him off for the last time.

After everyone mourned, Luo Mingsheng was about to be sent to the crematorium, and Luo Minghao's heart could finally be put down a little.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment when he was sent to the crematorium, the police arrived.

"We received a call to the police, and someone said that Mr. Luo was killed. Now an investigation is needed. ”

Bigwigs from all walks of life were all there, and they were shocked when they heard this.

Everyone doesn't know what happened, and they are all speculating about it.

Song Yiqing was very cooperative with the police investigation, and the police brought a professional forensic doctor to conduct a scene investigation of Luo Mingsheng.

After a detailed investigation, the medical examiner gave the result: "It was indeed poisoned." ”

This sentence undoubtedly threw this stone into the lake and stirred up thousands of waves.

Everyone talked about it, but they didn't dare to approach, because Luo Mingsheng's death was really too miserable.

As a doctor, Song Yiqing has seen such a scene a few times, and her psychological state is better than that of others.

The police communicated directly with her: "We need to take his body away now, and we hope that your family will cooperate." ”

Luo Minghao wanted to speak out against it, but doing so would only make people confused and show his feet.

He expected that Song Yiqing would not finish the funeral in peace, this damn woman, if she knew this, she should have attacked her earlier.

Keeping her in the Luo family will only cause endless trouble.

With tears in her eyes, Song Yiqing portrayed herself into disbelief: "Mr. Policeman, could it be that you are mistaken!" How can it be poisoning! ”

"Miss Song, it's inconvenient for us to explain to you here. Please also cooperate. ”

She didn't hesitate: "Of course I will cooperate!" Find out who is behind the murder. ”

When she said this, her eyes inadvertently glanced at Luo Minghao, looking at his weak heart, and a sneer appeared in her heart.

"It's just that people die greatly, and I hope he can be buried as soon as possible."

"We will investigate this matter as soon as possible, please rest assured."

What was supposed to be a good funeral has become a well-known joke in the provincial town.

Out of the door of the funeral home, each family dispersed, and Song Yiqing expressed her gratitude and apologies one by one.

Fang Huai'an has always stood by her side and become her most solid support.

Everyone looked at this movable type signboard, he was not only the most potential officer within the army, but also the heir of the Sioux City Chamber of Commerce.

With these two identities alone, everyone will also give Song Yiqing a few thin faces.

When the building was empty, Luo Minghao showed his sharp fangs and simply tore his face with them.

"If you do this, the spirit of the eldest brother in the sky will definitely make you live in peace!"

Song Yiqing hugged her shoulders and laughed angrily at his words.

"I've never seen anyone so brazen. Being able to say such things without shame after murdering others. ”

Luo Minghao was so choked by her that he couldn't speak: "Sharp teeth, you are good-looking!" ”

Song Yiqing would not be intimidated by his three or two words: "Who is good-looking, let's see!" ”

The two parted ways here, but in the end, they both went the same way and returned to Luo's house together.

Song Yiqing came back to pack her things, and after staying in Luo's house for so long, she missed her small bed at home very much.

She felt that she was lying here, facing countless calculations every day, her expression was tense, and she couldn't rest well at all.

Back in her own home, she can at least get a good night's sleep.

So, she found Wang Minglan: "Mr. Luo's funeral has been delayed. I'm sorry. ”

"You don't need to be sorry, I know you're doing this for the Luo family. Great work. ”

Wang Minglan did not attend today's funeral, she was afraid of seeing Luo Mingsheng taken away, afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions.

"The Luo family doesn't have much to do with me at the moment, so I want to go home and live for a while. Feel free to call me if you need it. ”

Wang Minglan nodded: "What about them?" ”

They in her mouth are Qing Zhenzhen and Luo Minghao.

These two people stuck to the Luo family like dog skin plasters, and they would never stop if they didn't get what they wanted.

Song Yiqing thought of this step and said with relief: "They won't leave for the time being." But he doesn't dare to do anything to you. ”

Luo Minghao now has all his attention on Song Yiqing, there is no need for him to be suspected of killing an old woman who has no hands to increase the risk of his crime.

Wang Minglan is extremely controllable in his eyes, if it weren't for Song Yiqing, then he should have obtained all the property of the Luo family by now.

Song Yiqing instructed carefully: "Luo Mingsheng will not be buried for a day, you will use this excuse to prevaricate them for a day, and resolutely not divide the family property." ”

"I see."

"Well, don't care what they say. If you really feel upset, go out for a walk and avoid the limelight. ”

Whatever she can consider, Song Yiqing has considered it for her. Next, the enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, I will not move, waiting for the enemy to jump to his feet.

Wang Minglan's mental state was sluggish, so she barely cheered up and sent her and Fang Huai'an to the door.

"If you have time, come back to see me often."

"Okay."