Daddy and Mommy blocked you again

At that moment, Feng Xingjue was stunned.

Until the firefighters lifted the charred body out and put it in a place where there was no fire.

Feng Xingjue's heart suddenly sank violently, and a dull pain hit his heart.

He moved away, walked to the corpse, held back, and said, "Who is this?"

"Initial judgment, it is a woman in her 20s." The firefighter said.

Feng Xingjue's heart vibrated violently, his eye sockets instantly turned red, and the tension in his heart broke due to luck.

"No, it's impossible!" Feng Xingjue denied.

It couldn't be Ye Qing.

Isn't she leaving?

She must have gone!

The body was someone else's, not hers.

Feng Xingjue stood beside the corpse, staring at the corpse with red eyes until the firefighters put out all the fire in the villa.

The firefighters came to explain the situation to him: "The fire inside is quite serious. If there is any important money, it is basically burned out by now."

Feng Xingjue said with red eyes: "Is there anyone else?"

"No more." The firefighter said: "This corpse will be identified later by a forensic doctor."

Two hours later.

The forensic results are in.

"Mr. Feng, this is indeed your wife, Ms. Ye."

Feng Xingjue's head buzzed, and in an instant, a pain spread from his heart to his limbs.

Ye Qing was burned to death?

no, I can not!

He was denying it in his heart, but he clearly knew that with the facts in front of him, no matter how much he denied it, it would be useless.

"Jeez...Young Master..." Hearing the news of Ye Qing's death, Gu Jue was also extremely sad, unbelievable.

Seeing that Feng Xingjue was hit hard, and his whole body was cold and low, Gu Jue was still a little frightened.

He called out.

And Feng Xingjue seemed not to hear, his eyes were fixed on the corpse all the time.

Soon, Grandpa Feng also rushed over. He heard the forensic doctor say that the corpse was Ye Qing. Grandpa Feng couldn't bear the violent shaking of his body.

Trembling all over, he was helped to walk to Feng Xingjue's side, and raised his hand to hit Feng Xingjue.

"She's dead, are you happy? Feng Xingjue, you are so ruthless!"

"Xiaoqing, my poor Xiaoqing..."

Because of the grief, Grandpa Feng was trembling with all his strength, and it was insignificant to hit Feng Xingjue.

After being hit twice, he fell to the ground, covered his face, and cried in pain.

Feng Xingjue stood beside the bed, the white cloth covered the corpse, but his eyes never moved from the white cloth.

Those deep eyes were bloodshot at the moment.

Gu Jue hurried in, and reported to Feng Xingjue respectfully and carefully: "Young Master Jue, we have already investigated clearly, that photo was accidentally taken by an artist five years ago when he was shooting a scene in the suburbs. Later, Si Yi found out and bought that photo directly."

"The situation five years ago was that Feng Yuecheng fell into the lake first, and Grandma Feng saw it first, and there was no one else around at that time. Grandma Feng jumped into the lake to save others in a hurry. Can't get up."

"Young Madam heard the news and rushed over, jumped into the lake, first rescued Feng Yuecheng ashore, and then jumped into the water to rescue Grandma Feng, but it was still a step too late..."

Gu Jue talked about the origin of that photo, and the basic situation of Grandma Feng's death in the water five years ago.

As for that photo, Grandma Feng stretched out her hand to Ye Qing, wanting her to give her a hand, but Ye Qing only cared about Feng Yuecheng and didn't pull her at all.

In this situation, it should be that Ye Qing was incapable of saving the two people at the time, she wanted to quickly rescue Feng Yuecheng ashore, and then return to rescue Grandma Feng.

No one expected that Grandma Feng choked on water in her lungs, and even the doctor couldn't save her.

Feng Xingjue's face was pale, and he said: "Go out."

The voice was harsh and cold.

Gu Jue was stunned for a moment, then he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and quickly exited the morgue...

Feng Xingjue stepped forward, lifted the white cloth, and hugged the charred corpse in his arms, sparkling water droplets in his red eyes.

His voice was rough and tense: "Why do you want to die! How dare you die!"

"Without my permission, how dare you die..."

He hugged the scorched corpse so tightly that his hands trembled.

He thought he hated her to the bone, but when he saw her turned into a corpse and lay motionless in front of him, his heart felt like someone had been smashed into pieces, and the pain was severe.

Grandpa Feng was sitting on the ground and weeping loudly, but when he realized Feng Xingjue's movements, he froze, stopped crying, raised his trembling hand, and wiped away his tears.

He stood up from the ground with difficulty, walked to Feng Xingjue, and tentatively called out: "Xingjue..."

But his cry was drowned in Feng Xingjue's severe pain.

He didn't hear it at all. At this moment, he hugged the corpse tightly, wishing to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

……

Three months later, in Feng's CEO's office, Feng Xingjue angrily threw all the porcelain on the table.

"Get out!"

He roared angrily, and the general manager of the design department who reported to him was so frightened that he rolled and crawled on the ground.

Since the death of the young lady, the young master's temper has become more and more eccentric, and his people have become more and more irritable.

The moodiness makes all the employees in the company panic.

This time, the manager of the design department just routinely reported the exhibition design plan for this quarter to the president.

Before the plan was finished, the president became furious, smashed all the cups in the office, and angrily told him to get out.

The manager of the design department trembled with fright.

Outside the office, Gu Jue walked over and saw the general manager tremblingly rolling out of the president's office.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

"Boss, president, he, he..." The general manager of the design department wanted to explain, but couldn't come up with a coherent sentence...

Gu Jue patted the general manager on the shoulder reassuringly, and then he walked into the office.

Feng Xingjue rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes were bloodshot.

He hadn't slept for three days and three nights, and his whole body, from top to bottom, was icy cold and irritable.

Seeing Feng Xingjue like this, Gu Jue was already used to it.

Since Ye Qing's death, Feng Xingjue has changed, his temper has become worse and worse, and he even suffered from sleep disorders.

During this time, he has been taking sleeping pills.

But now, sleeping pills don't work anymore.

Days and nights of insomnia are not uncommon.

Gu Jue took the broom from the utility room and cleaned up the mess on the ground.

While cleaning, he said, "Mr. Feng, in a few days, it will be the anniversary of Grandma Feng's death. Grandpa Feng said that Grandma Feng loved the cheongsam the most during her lifetime. For the anniversary of her death this year, Grandpa Feng wants to hire a unique designer." , design a cheongsam for Grandma Feng and burn it for her..."

Feng Xingjue let out a deep breath: "You can choose well-known designers at home and abroad."

"Miss Zhuang said that she can introduce Zhang Feifei as the main designer this time." Gu Jue came to accept Feng Xingjue's opinion.

After all, the relationship between Zhuang Mengdie and Feng Xingjue is here, so Gu never dared to act on his own.

"She's not suitable." Feng Xingjue said in a bleak voice, "Look for it again!"