After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

Mo Beixiao closed his eyes and sighed: "Get ready, there is a funeral at home."

After saying that, he lifted his legs and strode into the hospital ambulance.

Uncle Li opened his mouth wide and couldn't even make a sound for a while.

"Beixiao, I'm with you!"

Qin Hanshuang walked to Mo Beixiao very considerately and followed him into the ambulance.

The ambulance door closed and the car started.

Mo Beixiao sat on the chair, holding Old Man Mo's cold hand tightly with one hand, and staring at his pale and bloodless face.

When he was a few years old, he lost his father.

When I was thirteen years old, I lost my mother again.

In the days that followed, he, his grandfather and his brother depended on each other.

Five years ago, my brother became a vegetative state.

Now, grandpa is...

From childhood to adulthood, all separations were without his consent.

He failed to send his parents and grandfather on their last journey.

Even his brother didn't say anything to him at the last moment before he was programmed into a vegetative state.

In front of outsiders, Mo Beixiao was powerful, cold, and arrogant.

But actually...

Not only could he not protect his relatives well, he could not send them on their last journey.

In fact, he could only endure his sadness.

"Beixiao, if you want to cry, just cry."

Looking at the man's serious face, Qin Hanshuang bit his lip and spoke in a low voice.

Mo Beixiao was silent for a long time, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at Qin Hanshuang with some scrutiny: "Did you really... see Jiang Yi'an come out of the house and go to the airport?"

Qin Hanshuang pursed her lips: "I don't know if she went to the airport, but she did go towards the airport..."

After saying that, she raised her eyes and looked at Mo Beixiao seriously: "If you don't believe it, do you want to send someone to check?"

"The staff also said just now that Grandpa Mo seemed to have been pushed down from the upstairs by someone he trusted without any precautions..."

"If it was really Miss Jiang who pushed her, she is at the airport now..."

"If she escapes, we really won't be able to find the murderer in the future!"

Mo Beixiao was silent for a long time and shook his head: "There is no need for me to send someone to investigate."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and called Lu Chengshan: "It's not convenient for me to deal with my grandfather's funeral now. Please go call the police for me."

Lu Chengshan on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before finally taking a deep breath: "Okay, you go about your business. Over at the police station, I'll call the police for you."

Although judging from Mo Beixiao's reaction just now, Lu Chengshan had already guessed this result.

But when he actually heard that Mo Beixiao was going to deal with the old man's funeral, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

How could Mr. Mo, such a good person...

After hanging up the call from Lu Chengshan, Mo Beixiao took a deep breath, pulled out Butler Bai's number and dialed it.

Soon, the person on the other end of the phone picked up.

But what came was not Butler Bai's voice, but a young man's voice: "Hello, hello."

"We are currently on the intercity expressway from Rongcheng to Haicheng. The owner of the aircraft you called and a middle-aged woman just encountered a serious car accident. The person is unconscious. We have already called the police for help. Now Waiting for the ambulance to come."

"Excuse me, do you have any relationship with this machine owner? Can you come here to take care of it?"