Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Fei Hang is gone.

Hearing this, Fei Chong laughed again and again, with tears streaming down his face: "Dead, dead, it's finally over, Fei Hang, you'll fight me all your life, and in the end, you're still ahead of me." Take a step!"

When Zhan Beixiao heard this, his eyes flashed fiercely: "Notify the military that Fei Chong is suspected of murdering Wang Jue. The evidence is convincing. File a case for investigation immediately!"

There are so many policemen who belong to Fei Chong. He directly let the military intervene. He will never let Fei Chong have any chance to escape.

Fei Chong had expected it a long time ago and did not resist.

"What proof do you have of my murder, I just told him what he wanted to know—"

"Fei Chong, you should be thankful." Zhan Beixiao narrowed his eyes, full of murderous aura: "You should be thankful, I have nothing but hatred for you, otherwise, you would have no chance to stand in front of me and talk to me now! "

Fei Chong was taken away by the military, and Wang Jue's mansion began to prepare for the funeral.

Fei Hang's body was taken to the funeral home, butler Fei had been with him for decades, despite being sad, he was still orderly.

late at night.

The news of Fei Hang's death spread, followed by the news that Fei Chong was suspected of murder.

Overnight, the entire Huacheng was shaken.

On a stormy night, Bai Yangyang was placed by Zhan Beixiao in a villa near the funeral parlor.

Fei Hang passed away, Fei Chong's last mask was exposed, and the war was about to break out.

Cen Si and Zhan Si stayed in the apartment, Gong Qi immediately sought help from his old friend.

There are three floors in the villa and three floors outside, not even a mosquito can fly in.

Fei Hang passed away suddenly, and Zhan Beixiao called a meeting to decide on a date for the burial. According to the usual practice, a state funeral was held.

After choosing the day for the funeral, Zhan Beixiao joined forces with Zhang Zhiqin and others to attack Fei Chong.

For a while, Hwaseong was in a panic.

Zhan Beixiao hardly ever went back to the villa, Bai Yangyang could only follow the development of the situation through the news.

In addition, Qi Bei will call regularly to report Zhan Beixiao's whereabouts.

The conversation between Fei Hang and Fei Chong before their death was recorded, and all the secrets of the alliance with Fei Chong were exposed. Overnight, Fei Chong lost countless fans.

Zhan Beixiao was in an advantageous position, and Fei Chong was unable to escape from the military's investigation.

After many attempts, he failed to release him on bail.

Several times in succession, Zhan Beixiao exerted pressure again and again, and those who originally supported Fei Chong turned against each other.

After nearly half a year of fighting, this battle finally came to an end.

Fei Chong pleaded guilty, and Fei Li lost the ability to resist.

Fei Hang's funeral was held with great vigor and vigor. According to the usual practice, Bai Yangyang had to kneel down in person, burn the fire, pray, and even help the spirit.

But she was pregnant and could not kneel down.

I can only pray for Fei Hang every day in the villa, praying that he can see Gu Mian and the person he likes as soon as possible.

From now on, they will never be separated again.

On the fifth day after Fei Hang left, Zhan Beixiao returned to the villa, feeling cold and tired in his eyes.

Bai Yangyang didn't expect him to come back, the man stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, breathing slightly short of breath.

Bai Yangyang could feel his body trembling slightly, and his big hands were like steel, firmly imprisoning her in it, unable to move.

She put her arms around his waist: "Ah Xiao, don't be sad, Dad is free now, he will be very happy now."

After more than 30 years of support, I am finally free.

Zhan Beixiao's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his voice: "Before he left, he said he felt sorry for me, and he knew he was sorry, why did he make such a game of chess?"

Bai Yangyang's eyes were red: "Because he knows that the only thing he can do is this."

"Ah Xiao, Dad doesn't want to leave you with too many difficult people to deal with. He used his own life to make Fei Chong unable to get up for the rest of his life. What we have to do is to complete what he told us."

Zhan Beixiao let go of his hand, his eyes were gentle: "The matter is almost settled. Fei Chong's people are all used by me. I want to rest."

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Zhan Beixiao returned to the room, washed up briefly, and went to bed.

Bai Yangyang leaned against the head of the bed, not buried in his arms, but let him hug her waist, with big hands on her stomach.

He is sad.

Bai Yangyang could probably guess that sending his father away on New Year's Eve was not an easy thing for him, something he could easily forget.

"Ah Xiao, I don't know how to comfort you, but I hope you know that I am as sad as you are, and I will be with you in the future, and we will be fine."

Zhan Beixiao closed his eyes, and after a long while, he hummed.

He didn't sleep peacefully all night, his brows were tightly frowned, as if immersed in a nightmare.

Bai Yangyang helped him stretch the center of his brows, smoothing the wrinkles between his brows little by little.

Until the early hours of the morning, Bai Yangyang couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep drowsily, waiting until he woke up again.

Zhan Beixiao hasn't left yet, sleeping soundly.

She moved, and the man opened his eyes, "Wake up, did you feel bad last night?"

She is in the third trimester of pregnancy, and her sleeping position is especially important, but last night she forced him to do so.

Bai Yangyang shook his head, seeing that the red blood in his eyes disappeared, and the decadence of last night was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not uncomfortable."

Zhan Beixiao helped her sit up, took a cushion and put it behind her: "Tomorrow night is the funeral, and I will take you there. I'm at home this morning, and I'm going out in the afternoon."

"The people at Fei Chong's side have solved it, what about Fei Li?"

"It's already being processed."

Zhan Beixiao caressed her side face: "When the matter is over, I will choose a suitable person from the offshoot of the Fei family to inherit the throne, and we will return to the imperial capital."

"Did Dad agree?"

"He has selected a few good juniors, and with a little training, they can support the entire Huacheng."

Fei Hang knew that they didn't want to stay in Hwaseong, so he had already started planning.

When Bai Yangyang heard the words, his mind moved slightly: "Dad has really done a lot of things that we don't know about."

Zhan Beixiao had a gentle face.

He was in a bad mood, and Bai Yangyang didn't say much. After getting up, the two had breakfast.

Zhan Beixiao accompanied Bai Yangyang to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.

The long-distance travel and the emotional agitation these days have affected the child to some extent. Fortunately, it is already the third trimester of pregnancy, so the impact is not great.

After Bai Yangyang finished checking, he came out and saw the man leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand, not lighting it, but rubbing it carefully.

He used to smoke.

Then she didn't like it, so he quit.

This was the first time Zhan Beixiao touched a cigarette after they were together. Although he didn't light it, he could still see the sadness hidden under his face.

Bai Yangyang turned back and left, went and returned.

Holding two cans of beer and a lighter in his hand, he walked up to him and clicked: "If you are really uncomfortable, you can smoke some."

Zhan Beixiao immediately dodged and threw the cigarette into the trash can, "You are pregnant, so you can't smell it."

She turned off the lighter and picked up the beer: "Why don't you go downstairs and have a drink?"

Zhan Beixiao took the lighter and beer away, handed them all to Qi Bei, and took her hand: "No, I just want to feel the smell of nicotine, I don't mean to smoke."