The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

But no matter who killed it, he must go to the deceased's home to atone for the negligence of the event and for their supposedly beautiful but broken family.

According to the data, Ah Xing's family background is average, and the family mainly relies on a flower shop called Wenxin Garden that has been open for more than ten years to maintain their livelihood.

Mu Qianli came to the flower shop that opened on an inconspicuous alley. The shop was small, and the outside decoration was not luxurious, but it was very delicate. Seasonal flowers were in the window, and various flowers could be seen through the glass. It seems to be able to smell the fragrance of flowers.

Looking at the decoration, he could imagine that the people who run it must be honest and kind people.

He stood in front of the flower shop, hesitated again and again, and walked in.

Ah Xing's parents knew about their son a few days ago. After suffering a lot, they lost a lot of weight in the past two days. With a lot of money, they can only cheer up and work hard to make money.

When Mu Qianli came in, he saw a man trimming extra flower branches, and a kind-looking woman next to him put the trimmed flowers together according to the needs of the guests.

Finally, wrap it with flower paper, put some foam beads and decorations.

Each has a division of labor, cooperates tacitly, and every action is natural. Years of experience and habits have allowed them to do everything perfectly without knowing it.

They are Ah Xing's parents.

Mu Qianli guessed.

The two were busy going back and forth among the colorful flowers. Mother Xing's silver hair fell on a few leaves, and Father Xing helped her remove them when he saw it.

There was no voice broadcast reminder when entering the store, and they didn't notice Mu Qianli's existence at all.

"cough."

Mu Qianli stood aside for a few minutes, seeing that they really didn't pay attention to him, he coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Only then did Xingfu Xingmu raise his head and found someone standing here.

Busy wiped his hands on the apron with an apologetic face, and said: "Oh, you see, we didn't notice you coming, what kind of flowers do you need, for your wife, for your mother, for your colleagues, we have a wide range of flowers here oh."

Father Xing enthusiastically pointed at the flowers one by one and introduced them to Mu Qianli. Seeing that his expression was wrong and his brows were a little frustrated, he immediately guessed, could it be that there is something wrong at home?

His son has just left, so could this gentleman's relatives also?
Hey, how can the unfortunate things in the world pile up together?
"Excuse me, do you have funeral affairs at home? Then this white chrysanthemum is the most suitable for memorial service or funeral."

Father Xing took out a bunch of wrapped chrysanthemums from the corner, and some dust fell on the flower paper, because usually there are not many such flowers, so they have been put on hold for a long time.

He held it in his hand, and just about to pass it to the guest, he thought about it again, took a clean cloth, carefully wiped off the dust, and comforted him: "It's better to be sad, this man, come clean, It's better to leave cleanly, even if it's a flower, it can't be stained with dust, so as not to make the old man unhappy."

Looking at the flowers in his hand, Father Xing thought of his son again, and couldn't help feeling sad again.

Mu Qianli took the flowers with a pale face. Seeing the careful actions of the man in front of him, he felt a little more guilty. Father Xing was right, it was time for him to hold a funeral, but he never thought that he came to give him a funeral. Son is ready.
"Let me introduce myself, I am the manager of the company that hosts the talent show that Ah Xing participated in."

At this moment, Father Xing realized that he was not a guest at all, but an enemy!
Thinking of his good son, he died at such a young age. The night before his death, their son was holding his favorite electronic piano and told them triumphantly that he would definitely win the championship.

But now, it turns out that there is a separation between man and nature, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.

Blinded by hatred, Father Xing angrily grabbed the flowers on the side and threw them at Mu Qianli, cursing as he threw them, "Get out! You murderer, your entire program team is the murderer of my son!"

"Don't get excited, I'm here to apologize to you."

Mu Qianli begged Xingfu, wanting to finish his sentence, but Xingfu didn't give him a chance at all, and Xingmu also picked up the broom from behind, held it high on her shoulders, and said cursingly: "I, I'll beat you to death! Sun! My son was killed by you! "

She burst into tears, her skinny body trembling, and stubbornly pointing at the tip of Mu Qianli's nose with her finger, "Whoever wants your broken money, you return my son!"

Just mentioning a child is enough to drive a mother crazy, even if the mother is usually amiable, she is madly waving a broom at this moment, slapping Mu Qianli desperately.

Mu Qianli felt ashamed. Although he was not the murderer, he was the leader of the organizer after all. If he didn't make amends, who would make amends?

These two people, who were about his age, turned into gray hairs. It must have been the result of so many years of hard work and the despair of hearing the news of the child's death.

Also as a parent, he can understand their thoughts. If his daughter is killed, as a father, he will definitely hate everyone involved.

With this feeling of guilt, Mu Qianli remained motionless, standing in place like a bamboo pole, allowing his father and mother to vent their anger.

This venting lasted for more than an hour, and in the end there was only dry howling in the store, heart-piercing, heart-breaking.

Mu Qianli looked at the tortured father and mother who were sitting on the ground decadently, endured the pain all over his body and knelt down on one knee facing them.

"I didn't expect your forgiveness. I just wanted to tell you that I will still pay compensation. That is my duty and obligation. I will definitely track down the murderer and never compromise. Today I was too abrupt and interrupted. two."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qianli walked out of the flower shop dragging his bruised body.

It was getting late at night, and the surrounding scenery was stained with dim colors, like a watercolor painting that had been sucked dry, becoming mottled and blurred.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and even fewer cars. At this moment, Mu Qianli's phone rang suddenly.

He took it out of his pocket and switched it on.

It was the voice of a strange man, and it sounded like a sense of justice.

"Mr. Mu, please come to the police station. I need to ask you something."

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

Mu Qianli received a call from the police station, a little strange, how did they know that he came to City B?
But even though he was suspicious, he still chose to go. After all, only the police knew the scene of the crime best, and he had to meet the person in charge of the event.

A black car was driving on the road. It was already late at night. Mu Qianli sat in the back seat and looked down at his mobile phone. The lights of other vehicles flashed on the window from time to time.

"Isn't it here yet?"

Seeing that the journey had been driven for an hour, Mu Qianli frowned, feeling something was wrong. His residence in City B was also in the city center, so it would not take that long to reach the police station.

This car is the car he called with his mobile phone.

Could there be something wrong?
He suddenly felt a chill on his back, and forced himself to calm down, maybe it was just his own wild guess?
He looked at the car door from the corner of his eye, searching for the reason to get out of the car in his head. Suddenly, a car passed by, and the headlights dazzled his eyes. Almost at that moment, something beside the car door suddenly emitted a silver light. of flash.

That slender silver luster.

It's a knife!

The driver in front had lowered his head hat and had a cigarette in his mouth since he got into the car. As the man twitched, the fire light flickered in the dark space inside the car.

"Master, we are going to the police station, right?"

In order to reconfirm whether the person in front is the real driver, he can only ask with the psychology of an ordinary passenger.

The person in front was like a cold driving machine, only focused on turning the steering wheel, smoking a cigarette, and didn't answer Mu Qianli's question.

The silence in the car was terrifying, only the breathing of two people came and went.

The noise of the horn outside the car became smaller and smaller. Although the door was closed and the roads on both sides were dark, but from the bumps inside the car, Mu Qianli knew that he must have been taken to the suburbs.

A fear of being kidnapped spread in his heart. He held the phone tightly, turned it sideways and put it in the gap between his legs, and turned on the screen while paying attention to the movement of the person in front of him.

The angle he placed it weakened the light penetration of the phone screen, making it almost invisible from the front.

Relying on his strong memory, Mu Qianli clicked on the interface of the address book, and slid his finger to the contacts. He remembered that the last one was his daughter.

When he was saving it, he was thinking that if something happened to him in the future, even if others looked at his mobile phone, there was a high probability that they would not think that the last one was his closest relative, so that his daughter could avoid being stared at. on.

But the good idea at that time brought great trouble to his operation.

He rowed slowly, trying to avoid big movements, but the person driving in front seemed to realize something, and secretly glanced back several times.

"What are you doing!"

The driver inadvertently saw the refraction in the rearview mirror, and then realized that the people in the back seat had been staying so quietly for a long time, and they must want to call the police!
"Bring it, bring the phone, are you courting death?!"

He slammed on the brakes to stop the car, ignoring the obstruction between the seats, he threw himself between the two seats, reaching out to snatch Mu Qianli's cell phone.

Mu Qianli struggled and blocked his attack with his arms. After a while of tugging, just when the man was about to grab the phone, Mu Qianli threw the phone behind with all his strength. The screen of the phone was still on, staying on the dial On the page of Mu Lingshang's phone.

— Xingze Group,
As the chief secretary of Mr. Mu Lingshang, Nan Zhao quickly became familiar with the business.

"I have a meeting tonight, and the phone will be kept for me."

Mu Lingshang stuffed the phone into Nan Zhao's arms, and turned back after walking a long way.

"Don't peek, turn off the phone!"

"Hey, okay."

Nan Zhao hastily withdrew his unlocking hand, stuck out his tongue, and turned off the phone.