Chapter 1685: The greatest kindness

One can imagine what position she occupies in Qin Feimo's heart.
Feng Jinglei still had no waves on her face and glanced at Yang Huayun, "It depends on what's going on. If you ask me to intercede for someone who killed my child, do you think he will agree?"
Yang Huayun was startled and was speechless for a moment.
"You should be grateful. He didn't let your family bury this child. He just has to kill Chenlu."
"But... but we are just such a daughter..."
"What about me? My child was strangled by your daughter before he even had time to come to this world to take a look. You know the painful pain, how can you be embarrassed to speak and let me forgive her?"
Feng Ronggui and Yang Huayun were both silent, and stopped talking.
Perhaps it is true that blood is thicker than water. Seeing the two men kneeling there, looking sad, Feng Jinglei felt that her heart would soften again next second.
At this moment, Qin Feimo came over.
"Why, not leaving? Are you planning to die with your daughter?"
A deep and cold voice sounded from behind, and Feng Ronggui and Yang Huayun both turned their heads and saw Qin Feimo looking down at them condescendingly. The power of power was beyond negligible.
"Mr Qin, please...you just let our daughter go, OK?"
"Yes." Qin Feimo said suddenly.
The couple thought they had heard it wrong and stared at him blankly.
Afterwards, Qin Fei Mosen glanced coldly on the faces of the two of them, with a cold voice, "If you can bring my unborn child to life, I will let her go."
The two of them were startled, their faces pale as death, and their only little hope was shattered.
In this world, there is no return to life.
"You have to understand that it is my greatest forgiveness for not letting you two be buried." He leaned slightly, staring at Feng Ronggui and Yang Huayun who were still kneeling there.
Looking up, facing the cold eyes, Yang Huayun and Feng Ronggui could not say a word.
Perhaps, it was his greatest kindness without implicating the two of them.
"roll."
Knowing his iron-faced heart, the husband and wife didn't say anything more, stood up and helped each other to leave.
Watching those two lonely backs drift away, Feng Jinglei's heart was slightly turbulent, especially Feng Ronggui's back, which really looked like her father.
Isn't it too ruthless to do so? If her parents under the spring knew, would she be blamed for not even thinking about family affection?
In my ears, there was a sudden sound of the parents' teaching to her from childhood: to be forgiving and forgiving.
Along the way, Feng Jinglei was a little absent-minded.
Qin Feimo knew that she had a good heart, and might think that she had done too much in this matter.
He raised his hand, held her hand hanging on her thigh tightly, and glanced at her side face clearly.
Feng Jinglei was taken aback, and she turned her gaze out of the car window to meet his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but gave her a soothing look.
That kind of peace of mind is like he is holding her hand at the moment, it is very warm, and makes people particularly at ease.
"You put Feng Chenlu, what's wrong?"
It's not a good idea to ask, not to see and not to worry, but in the end she couldn't help but ask.
"Send her to a place, whether it's life or death, it depends on whether God accepts her." I said this to make her feel at ease.
If the inability to be brought is a personal purgatory, she may not let go of the punishment of Feng Chenlu for the rest of her life.