Give you heartbeat, return to hell

Fortunately, she passed out, otherwise she didn't know how to face the situation just now.

Meng Yichen's accusations and accusations, she couldn't say anything useful except for the pale excuse.

When she finds a time, she still wants to visit Jiang Yang, and she doesn't know how that man is doing in prison recently.

"What are you thinking?" The sharp light in Fu Yunshen's eyes seemed to be able to see through people.

Tang Rou suddenly came back to her senses, guilt flashed in her eyes. "It's nothing." She kept twisting the quilt with her fingers, not daring to look directly into the man's eyes.

Fu Yunshen's slender legs overlapped gracefully, and his big hands were placed on his knees and he tapped regularly. "What Meng Yichen said..."

"Brother Yunshen, do you also believe what Meng Yichen said?" Before Fu Yunshen could finish speaking, Tang Rou hurriedly interrupted him.Instead of passively accepting interrogation, it is better to become passive and active.

"You also believe that my sister's death has something to do with me?" Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and she grabbed the collar of her clothes tightly.

At this moment, she seemed to wish to dig out that heart and show Fu Yunshen.

The man's thick eyelashes trembled twice, as if he was thinking about the truth of Tang Rou's words.

Back then, it wasn't that he didn't doubt Tang Rou.But after investigating for so long, they found nothing.

Except that she had contacted the man named Jiang Yang once, but she had already given a reasonable explanation for that matter.

"You all think that my sister's departure has something to do with me, everyone thinks so!" She cried hoarsely, unable to argue. "But what other people think, I don't care at all. Why don't you even believe me, brother Yunshen, why don't even you believe me..."

She hugged Fu Yunshen tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.She raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Can you tell me, what do I have to do in order for you to believe me, what do I have to do!"

Fu Yunshen frowned slightly, and pulled Tang Rou away. "If it's something you haven't done, you don't need to prove it to anyone. The doctor said you need to rest now, and I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

Standing up abruptly, she left the ward like a gust of wind.

Tang Rou slumped down on the hospital bed, her eyes narrowed slightly.She clenched her fist tightly, and she couldn't feel any pain when her long nails dug into her flesh.

Brother Yunshen, since you are so unwilling to believe me, then I have no choice but to prove it with actions...

Fu family.

It was late at night, but the living room was as bright as day.

All the servants and the housekeeper are trying their best to make Xiao Jun happy.

"Young master, it's already so late and you still don't rest, you will be unhappy when the young master comes back."

The little man stood stubbornly at the door, looking not far away, motionless, like a sculpture.

Everyone knew that he was waiting for Fu Yunshen, but they made more than a dozen calls, but no one answered.There was nothing they could do but wait.

Mr. Fu went to bed five minutes ago because he couldn't hold on anymore.I have to sigh with emotion that his little great-grandson's disposition is exactly the same as that of Fu Yunshen when he was a child, and he is worthy of being a father and son.

Hearing the sudden sound of an engine in the yard, the light in Xiaojun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran out immediately.

"Young master, run slowly, and be careful not to fall." The housekeeper hurriedly chased him out.

The smile on Xiaojun's face stopped abruptly the moment he saw Fu Yunshen, and a sense of grievance and unhappiness suddenly flooded into his heart.

Tonight's banquet, Fu Yunshen originally planned to bring Xiaojun to attend the banquet.But considering that he didn't like meeting strangers, he dismissed the idea, and on the Tang's side, he didn't want them to know Xiaojun's existence for the time being.

He wanted to find an opportunity to sit down and have a good talk with Tang Xiurui, but Tang Xiurui never gave him this opportunity.

Fu Yunshen bent down to hug Xiao Jun, but the little guy hid him. 
The facial features on the small face were almost wrinkled into a ball, obviously an expression of anger.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the side of Fu Yunshen's wrist.

Fu Yunshen frowned for a moment and suddenly realized that he had promised Xiaojun that he would be back before ten o'clock, but now it was past eleven o'clock, so it's no wonder he was angry.

With a doting smile on his lips, he squatted down. "It's dad's fault. Dad apologizes to you." It's just an apology without redundant explanation. 
What has been promised is promised, no matter what the reason is, it cannot be used as an excuse for him to break his promise.

Xiaojun snorted softly, and Lao Gao pouted.

"Father promised Xiaojun that he would never do this again next time, okay?"

After being silent for a long time, Xiaojun finally chose to forgive Fu Yunshen after some serious thinking, and opened his arms with a proud face.

Fu Yunshen shook his head with a broken smile, and hugged Xiaojun in his arms.

"Are you sleepy? Daddy will take you back to your room to rest. We're going to see mom tomorrow."

Xiaojun's bright eyes were wide open, his eyelashes were sparse and long, and he was a little more innocent.

But Fu Yun felt deeply distressed.

Jun frowned, as if struggling with something.

Looking at him, Fu Yunshen felt his heart ache from being caught, and he couldn't breathe.

This small movement of his is very much like that woman...

early morning.

Fu Yunshen brought the child to the cemetery again. Xiao Jun's fluffy scarf on his neck blocked his fleshy cheeks, and he stared at the person in the photo with wide eyes.

And he looked at the distant mountains behind the layers of tombstones, his expression empty.

Not far away, behind the drooping dead leaves, stood a slender figure.

After a long time, Fu Yunshen left.

The sky was still dark, and the cold wind hit people's faces with piercing pain. The woman's delicate side face was as cold as ice, but there was no trace of expression on her face.

The cold aura emanating from his body is enough to blend with this eerie and terrifying night.

She walked up the steps and stopped in front of the tomb with a bouquet of baby's breath.The bright red lips raised a sarcastic smile, charming and captivating.

A head of slightly curly long hair was casually scattered in the cut head, and there was a desolate beauty in the mess.

Those clean eyes, like spring water, fixedly looked at the girl in the photo.

The girl smiled brightly, and the lights in her eyes shone like stars in the night sky.

At that time, she was still full of hope for the future, thinking that life was positive and beautiful.It was her family who protected her so well that she thought she could influence the devil...

But in the end, after all, she was too naive, and ended up with an unhappy ending.

She bent down and put down the bouquet in her arms.

It had been three years, and she never thought that she would be killed to come back here again, to this place full of blood and hatred.Take a look at the cemetery where she is buried, and pay homage to her dead self by the way.

Only by seeing it with her own eyes can she remember all this more clearly.

That child, is it his and hers? It's ridiculous.

The scorching teardrops slowly slid down the corners of her eyes, and fell into her body along her neck, burning every inch of her skin...

It's the last time...