Chapter 1457: Death has nothing to do with her

Chapter 1457 Death has nothing to do with her
Ye Minqiu's tears fell violently, and his voice was still normal: "I forgive you a long time ago. In fact, you really don't have to be outside for so many years. Forget it, it seems to be meaningless."
The finger touched the man's face, no temperature, no emotion, and finally, slowly leaned over, hugged the person on the operating table, and cried in a low voice.
Outside the operating room, Fu Huaiyong eased his breath and asked Fu Nanli, "How did your father become like this? Who killed him?"
Fu Nanli's eyes were deep: "I don't know, he was already like this when we arrived."
Fu Huaiyong gritted his teeth: "At all costs, we must find out who killed him."
Wen Qiao wanted to step forward, but Qin Bei grabbed him and shook his head lightly: "Miss Wen, don't be impulsive. You have to discuss anything with the young master."
Wen Qiao lowered his eyes, clasped Qin Bei's shoulders tightly, and said in a low voice, "But I can't help it..."
Just about to step forward, Fu Nanli turned around and pressed her into his arms: "Qin Bei, send Qiaoer back first."
Wen Qiao: "I won't go back."
Fu Nanli stroked her back lightly: "Hey, go back first, let me take care of the things here."
Qin Bei forced Wen Qiao out of the hospital.
The sky is freezing cold, and the black sky curtain is like a dark net, covering it, making people breathe heavy.
Wen Qiao sat in the car like a walking dead.
Qin Bei comforted her: "With the young master, nothing will happen."
There was still blood on Wen Qiao's fingers: "But I killed someone, and that person is still his father."
"You... don't think too much."
Wen Qiao inserted his fingers into his hair, and buried his head between his knees in pain.
In a Bentley not far away, He Xihuai was sitting in the back seat with a cigarette between his fingers.
"Sir, will they find the problem?"
"What did you find?" He Xihuai raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Tereza in the front seat.
"Fa... discovered that Fu Xianyuan didn't die by Wen Qiao."
He Xihuai smiled: "Oh? You said he didn't die by Wen Qiao, then tell me, how did he die?"
Tereza shuddered, she was smart again.
"Just... died at the hands of Miss Wen."
"wrong……"
There was sweating on Tereza's forehead, not knowing what the boss wanted to hear and what to say.
"Obviously it wasn't because of Wen Qiao, how could you wrong her?"
Tereza quickly smiled: "Yes, you are right."
He Xihuai smiled: "But it doesn't matter whether it is she or not, Fu Nanli's grandfather and mother, including Fu Nanli, would think that Fu Xianyuan died at the hands of Wen Qiao."
Tereza carefully speculated her husband's intentions.
"In this way, Wen Qiao will break with the Fu family. It's what you want to see, right?"
"I said, she is still too humane, I don't like her total humanity."
The word ‘but’ has already come to Tereza’s lips, but she knows that her husband would not like to hear this kind of heartfelt words.
"Yes, what you said is."
He Xihuai laughed in a low voice: "Fu Xianyuan has been able to live for several decades, thanks to me. Now, I have a need. Of course he should die like this, right?
Tereza nodded: "Yes."
Snow was floating outside the window, and He Xihuai said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go."
In the hospital, Fu Nanli arranged for someone to send his grandfather and mother away first, and then send his father to the morgue.
He stood alone in the morgue until two o'clock in the morning.
(End of this chapter)