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Most of the people in the corridor went out with Fu Lao's coffin.

The corridor, which had been crowded, was suddenly empty.

Li Xuan sat paralyzed on the ground, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

The tears on her face dried up little by little, even though her eyes were black and her lips were white. She slowly stood up against the wall.

Nie Chen had been by her side, looking at her worriedly.

Li Xuan took a few steps forward, then turned back to look at Nie Chen.

She said, "Nie Chen, I killed my grandfather, right? ”

Nie Chen's footsteps paused in the distance, he looked at Li Xuan in a daze, and he couldn't say words of comfort for a while.

Seeing that Nie Chen didn't answer, Li Xuan curled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, but he didn't smile at all.

She withdrew her gaze and said to herself, "Yes, I killed him." ”

After saying that, she left the hospital without looking back.

……

Because the old villa of the Fu family was burned down, the funeral was held in the Li family.

On the last day, the busy and anxious Li Jinzhen took time out to call his driver.

He said to his phone: "You go to the airport now, my mother-in-law has come back from abroad, you go and pick her up." ”

The driver on the other end of the phone asked, "May I ask Mr. Li, what time is the plane, what is your mother-in-law's surname and what is her name?" ”

When Li Jinzhen heard this, he came back to his senses.

Only then did he remember that his driver had followed him for less than three years, and how could he know who his ex-mother-in-law was.

Li Jinzhen rubbed the corners of his forehead tiredly, and said in a deep voice: "My mother-in-law's name is Jin Mei, she is around 70 years old, and I will send the flight information to your mobile phone in a while." ”

With that, he hung up the phone, lowered his head, and lit a cigarette to refresh himself.

The cigarette had just been lit by him,

Someone from behind came over and said to Li Jinji: "Mr. Li, there are people in the army who have come to offer condolences, do you want to go out to greet you?" ”

Li Jinzhen nodded and said, "Okay, you go over first, I'll come right away." ”

After speaking, he took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the side, and turned to walk out.

The atmosphere at the funeral was far less mournful than it was on the first day.

Regarding Fu Lao's departure, Xu is everyone has experienced a period of exhaustion and accepted the reality.

Only Li Xuan......

Fu Ying sat in the mourning hall and occasionally spoke a few words to the visitors.

After finishing speaking, he chose to keep silent, lowered his head, and no longer cared about anyone.

Fu Ying's personality has always been like this, she has always done her own thing, and she doesn't care about the eyes of others.

Fu Ying's eyes were still swollen, but she never cried in front of others.

In front of people, she is always cold and lonely, and she is mistaken for thinking that Fu Zhanying's little daughter is almost cold-blooded, and she has always seemed so indifferent to her father's death.

But no one knows how Fu Ying knelt and cried bitterly in the hospital.

In the short few days since Fu Lao passed away, Fu Ying has been thinking about a question.

That is, does she hate her father?

The answer is yes, she hates.

She hated him for being cold-blooded, and once ended Coco Fu's life with her own hands.

She hated him for never taking into account her mother's feelings, pushing her from the brink of collapse to despair again and again.

She hated him for not fulfilling the responsibilities of a father and husband.

But the accumulation of these hatreds can't even match the fact that he left.

Coco Fu had to admit that in her heart, she still loved her father.

Her father was old, and his old age was desolate, and he was alone.

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