Although he heard the irony in Feng Bo's words, Liu Boyang did not refute at all and remained speechless.huaixiu.bsp;Finally arrived at the villa. Although Liu Boyang had long known that the Song family's villa was extraordinary, he didn't know it until he came inside.

What does it mean to be unique? The whole villa is surprisingly big, but the decoration is different from any other villa Liu Boyang has seen before. It is very simple and simple. What is hung on the walls is not those arty Renaissance murals, but the authentic ones of the Z country.

Miao Hong's traditional Chinese paintings, Qi Baishi's shrimps, Zhang Daqian's splash-ink landscapes, the splendid paintings of ancient literati, and a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain. I don't know whose original work it is.

Sitting on the sofa was a large group of men, each of them with extremely gloomy expressions, holding cigarettes in their mouths and discussing something in low voices. When they saw Liu Boyang and Feng Bo walking in together, they immediately put out their cigarettes and coldly

Look here! Among them, the eldest son of Mrs. Song, Song Yuanfeng, Song Jiayao's uncle, has the most sinister look, because Zhang Xiangdong, Liu Boyang's subordinate, crippled his son and is still lying in the hospital dying!

But since Liu Boyang was brought in by Uncle Feng, they did not dare to say anything. They could only watch Liu Boyang walking towards Song Jiayao's room under the leadership of Uncle Feng, and their eyes became heavy!

Liu Boyang knew without asking that those people were the sons of Mr. Song. It could be seen from the clothes they were wearing that they were all not ordinary people. There were big figures in politics, business, and probably the military because of the time.

Was in a hurry and didn't come.

Song Jiayao's room was in the third room on the right of the corridor that turned around the hall. The door was closed at the moment. Uncle Feng knocked lightly on the door, and an old voice came from inside, "Come in!"

Liu Boyang heard that Mr. Song was inside. (Read the novel at——Boiling Literature——·——Boiling Literature.huaixiu.bsp; After Feng Bo opened the door, he said to Mr. Song: "Master, Emperor Yang Qing

I brought you here."

Mr. Song seemed to have expected it. He nodded lightly and said: "Let him come in."

Feng Bo stepped aside, and Liu Boyang walked in with a solemn expression. From the moment he saw Old Mrs. Song, Liu Boyang was startled. This was not the same old master of the Song family who was energetic and like the Supreme Emperor last night. It was obvious that

He was just an ordinary old man who was heartbroken, with messy white skin, bloodshot eyes, and old wrinkles. It was obvious that the death of his precious granddaughter had devastated this old man, and he seemed to have become much older.

Liu Boyang suddenly felt deep self-blame and heartache!

"You two go out and keep an eye on the people outside. Emperor Yang Qing, come in alone." Mr. Song said calmly.

Feng Bo and Jiu Wenlong retreated. Liu Boyang walked into Song Jiayao's room alone and saw Song Jiayao sleeping on the bed at a glance. Nizi was still wearing pajamas and was lying quietly in the quilt, but those eyes

But she closed her eyes tightly, her pretty face was pale and green, the room was filled with the girl's fragrance, but the girl herself had passed away with the wind.

Liu Boyang's nose felt sore, and he stood there numbly, not knowing what to do. His whole head was buzzing. All the illusions and hopes he had previously had were shattered. The scene in front of him was so cruel and naked.

Even if Liu Boyang no longer wants to face reality, he still has to recognize the current facts.huaixiu.bsp;Liu Boyang moved his steps with difficulty, quietly came to Song Jiayao, and gently touched the beauty's forehead, which was indeed cold

, Liu Boyang's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Jia Yao...I'm here..." Liu Boyang shouted softly with a hoarse voice. Finally I knew why she was so stubborn last night to ask if she liked her, and said she was afraid that she would be too late...

The more Liu Boyang thinks about it, the more he hates it. He wishes he could punch himself hard! If he had known this, even if he lied to her, he would have promised her the most beautiful dream. How could he let her die alone?

"Jia Yao... I haven't answered your question yet... Why are you willing to leave?" Liu Boyang's eyes turned red and he murmured to himself, "I haven't told you yet that I like you too... I'm going to say now

, is it already too late?”

"You feel wronged and sad, why don't you tell me?"

As Liu Boyang talked, tears finally flowed down. Suddenly, Mrs. Song next to him said, "Okay! Emperor Yang Qing, please stop talking. Everyone is already dead. What's the use of talking about it?"

Liu Boyang was silent and gently stroked the beautiful lady's smooth face for the last time, hoping that she would turn into a sleeping mermaid princess and wake up again as long as she was kissed by the prince.

"Old man, I'm sorry for Jia Yao, I'm sorry for you..." Liu Boyang looked at Old Man Song sincerely and apologized.

Mr. Song closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down: "No, I'm stubborn, but I'm not too confused. I can't blame you for this. The girl's own fate is not good, and I still want to thank you."

Last night gave her one last chance to realize her dream."

Liu Boyang asked in surprise: "Old man, so you know everything about Jiayao sneaking out last night?"

Old Mrs. Song closed his eyes and said nothing.

"But it's still my fault anyway. If I had known Jiayao was terminally ill earlier, I wouldn't have...wait!" Liu Boyang suddenly remembered something in the middle of his sentence. He opened his eyes wide and turned around suddenly.

Song Jiayao, who had a calm face, then frowned and said to Mr. Song: "Old man, I just heard Uncle Feng say that Jiayao died of lung cancer, is that right?"

Mr. Song opened his eyes, stared at Liu Boyang, and nodded slowly, with unconcealable sadness in his expression!

But Liu Boyang's scalp suddenly tightened and he said coldly: "This is impossible!"

Mr. Song opened his eyes and asked: "What's wrong?"

Liu Boyang suddenly felt like he was waking up from a big dream. Why did he feel like he was being tricked? Many childhood memories came to mind. Liu Boyang suddenly remembered a lot. When he was a child, someone in Liujiawan suffered from lung cancer.

Ah, this is not what Song Jiayao looks like at all!

The more Liu Boyang thought about it, the more strange he became. For some reason, he recalled the expressions and eyes of Song Jiayao's uncles and uncles who were sitting outside just now. He had an inexplicable feeling that he was trapped in a trap that had been laid out, and Jiayao

She was just the victim of this trap and was killed!

Liu Boyang said categorically: "Old man, I have never seen people suffering from lung cancer, but Jiayao has nothing in common with them. The most basic symptoms of late-stage lung cancer are cough, low-grade fever, coughing up blood, and physical weakness.

I feel dizzy! But although I have not known Jiayao for a long time, we have met many times. I have never seen Jiayao show these symptoms in front of me! Old man, think about it now, Jiayao

Have you ever coughed or vomited blood in front of you?"

Mr. Song was horrified and moved. He couldn't help but stand up and said with trembling lips: "You, what did you say?"

"I'm afraid not?" Liu Boyang said coldly, "If a person is seriously ill, she can't pretend to be an ordinary person even if she wants to! What's more, before last night, Jia Yao looked exactly like a normal person in front of me.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to detect something strange about her!”

Mr. Song's whole body started to feel cold after what Liu Boyang said. He was so excited that he asked: "What evidence do you have for saying this?"

Liu Boyang's mind became clearer the more he analyzed it, as if he had grasped the key to the matter in one fell swoop. He pointed at Song Jiayao on the bed and said: "Old man, look at how calm Jiayao looks. Have you ever seen anyone with a serious illness?"

Do terminally ill people have no pain or struggle before they die? If she was really tortured to death by cancer, she would have turned this bed into a mess. And I swear to God, I have never heard of anyone who has cancer and can survive.

Sudden death!"

When Mr. Song heard this, he was like a bolt from the blue, and his beard was furious. He looked at his precious granddaughter, then stared at Liu Boyang and asked loudly: "Then how did Jia Yao die?"

Liu Boyang narrowed his eyes and looked back unconsciously. In his mind, the figures sitting on the sofa smoking and talking when he came in flashed in his mind. He said to the old man in a low voice: "If I am not wrong, Jia Yao was raped."
Chapter completed!