But now she didn't have the energy to refute, she just watched He Zhou drink one glass after another.
She had an illusion that this man was also touched by the old man's death.
But is it possible? The old man's death was caused by him.
Sheng Mian felt her eyes sore. She was still a little confused about what happened, as if she had been pulled into a huge mystery.
But no matter what, the old man was very kind to her.
But such a powerful old man was so haggard when he left, as if he had experienced tremendous torture.
It's even more like having an inner demon that was not removed until death.
*
Fu Yancheng was sitting alone in Shan Xiaoli, with a black and white photo of the old man in front of him.
Shanxiao Villa was a pre-marital property given to Sheng Mian by the old man, and the people here were also trained by the old man.
Now that I know the news of the old man's death, the whole villa is shrouded in sadness.
In addition, Sheng Mian also disappeared, and there was no popularity in the villa.
Only Nian Nian occasionally barks at the door, as if waiting for his master.
Fu Yancheng leaned back and stared at the ceiling blankly.
His cell phone kept ringing. On the day of the old man's condolence meeting, there were quite a few people who wanted to contact him, but he didn't answer any of the calls.
Until the phone runs out of battery.
He calmly went upstairs, took a shower, and lay down on a quilt filled with the scent of sleep.
The surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that you can only occasionally hear the chirping of birds outside.
Fu Yancheng grabbed a quilt and held it in his arms, holding it tightly.
He hadn't slept for two days, and now he managed to sleep.
But he had a dream. He dreamed that he didn't know that Sheng Mian was his wife at the beginning. He dreamed that he asked the old man for a divorce and had family law enforced.
At that time, he felt that being entangled with this woman was the most painful thing in the world. At that time, he always despised the old man's eyes.
But at that time, he was so happy.
The old man is still here, and Sheng Mian is still his wife.
The scene in the dream changed to the old man lying on the hospital bed, saying that he regretted letting him and Sheng Mian be together.
But he was clearly the one who arranged the marriage in the first place, so why should he regret it?
Sleep is so good.
The dream continued, and Fu Yancheng in the dream repeatedly asked why he and Sheng Mian were suddenly separated.
The old man looked at him with cloudy eyes, as if looking at someone else.
In the end, Fu Yancheng did not get the answer he wanted in this dream.
When he woke up, the mobile phone he had put aside was already charged. He opened it, ignored the messages sent to him, and called the funeral home immediately.
"Mr. Fu, you can come and collect the ashes tomorrow."
After collecting the ashes, you must arrange for burial.
Fu Yancheng felt that his throat was tight, but he still agreed, "Yeah."
After hanging up the phone, he called someone else.
"Have you found her whereabouts?"
"President, we have successively eliminated more than 200 illegal immigrants. Currently, more than 40 people are under police control, but no useful conclusions have been obtained from them, and..."
"What's wrong?"
"The people at the top knew that we were investigating the smugglers and sent people to contact me. They seemed not to want us to investigate this."
This is the same warning message that Xie Feng received last time. It seems that these smugglers are involved in confidential matters from above.
Fu Yancheng immediately thought of Fu Xingzhou.
After hanging up the phone, he thought for a few seconds and then called Xie Feng.
"Xie Feng, do you still remember the poem you found on my brother's draft paper?"
"You don't wake up to the dawn when you sleep in spring, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yancheng suddenly uttered a sarcastic voice, "You will never wake up from your spring sleep..."
Xie Feng didn't understand what he meant until he continued over there.
"Maybe it's just because these two lines of poems contain the names of the women he likes."
Xie Feng's pupils shrank hard and he suddenly stood up.
"you mean?"
"Sleep."
When Sheng Mian said these two words, her pupils were dark, and the hand hanging on one side was slowly held.
