Mommy, look at Daddy kneeling again

Xia Bing picked up the scattered things on the ground, which were some photos of middle-aged women.

"Who is this?"

Xia Bing frowned, always feeling that the face of the middle-aged woman in the photo was familiar.

"It's the servant who poisoned the little girl of the Feng family. My aunt likes the twins of the Feng family very much. I heard that something like that happened and asked me to help find the murderer."

As soon as Xia Bing heard this, he hurriedly returned the photo to him, urging: "Such a person should be caught with a thousand swords, you have to pay attention to this matter!"

Yun Qingqing also had a bad complexion, and the hand holding the wheelchair felt strained.

"If you attack a child, this kind of person is worse than a beast! Yuanyuan, quickly spread the picture of killing thousands of knives, and don't let her run away!"

Yun clarifies that because of his sister's matter, parents are the ones who hate doing things to their children the most, because the Yun family has had enough of this kind of suffering, so naturally they feel more empathy for this kind of thing, and are filled with righteous indignation.

He was also afraid of being urged to marry by his parents again, so he hurriedly took the photo and made an exaggerated gift.

"My son and minister respectfully obey the will of the Supreme Emperor and the Queen Mother."

Xia Bing couldn't help but move his fingers like an old Buddha, "Kneel down."

Watching his son walk away, the smile on Xia Bing's face disappeared, and he let out a long sigh.

Yun Cheng put his hand on his wife's shoulder and pressed it hard. Knowing that his wife remembered those painful memories, he bent down and comforted him: "Honey, let's treat Zhenzhen better in the future."

Xia Bing's eyes turned red, and she looked up at her husband.

"Okay, husband... I love you."

The two are old husband and wife, and it has been a long time since they talked about whether they love each other or not.

Hearing his wife's words suddenly, Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, then the lines around his eyes deepened, "I love you more."

Xia Bing met his tolerant and affectionate eyes, and couldn't help but feel the shame of a girl on her face, and her heartbeat was a little out of control, so she changed the subject embarrassingly.

"By the way, why do I always feel that the murderer in the photo is very familiar?"

She frowned, Yun Chengqing didn't pay much attention to the photo just now, and was trying to recall, when there was a questioning voice behind her.

"Father, mother, what murderer?"

When the two turned their heads, they saw Yun Huaizhen. Xia Bing suddenly laughed and reached out to her.

Yun Huaizhen handed her hand to Xia Bing, Xia Bing held her lovingly and told her about Mengmeng, only when she looked up did she find that Yun Huaizhen's face was frighteningly pale.

"Zhenzhen, why are your hands so cold?"

"Yeah, Zhenzhen's complexion is so bad, is she sick?"

"I... I just heard such a terrible thing early in the morning, and I felt uncomfortable. That little girl is too pitiful. How could there be such a terrible thing."

Yun Huaizhen was startled by Xia Bing's and Yun Cheng's concerned voices and hurriedly covered her expression, clutching her heart and saying in amazement.

Father Yun and Yunmu thought she was really scared, so she tried to comfort her.

When Yun Huaizhen returned to the room, she immediately walked around the room anxiously, digging her nails into her palms.

She thought that if she tried her best to return to Nancheng, everything would be fine, but obviously the situation was not right.

It is impossible for the Yun family's parents to feel familiar with that murderer for no reason.

No, she had a premonition, Yun Huaiyuan had people investigate, and the Yun family would soon find out that Nuan Nuan was the daughter the Yun family was looking for.

She had to stop Yun Huaiyuan from investigating that woman, and she couldn't let Nuan Nuan live again.

Nuan Nuan is like a bomb, only when Nuan Nuan dies, will he have no worries.

Crazy viciousness flashed across Yun Huaizhen's face, she hurriedly dug out the hidden old mobile phone from a box in the corner of the closet, put it in her pocket and went out the door.

Sioux City.

Mengmeng woke up again for a while, and said that she wanted to eat sweet corn soup made by Nuannuan herself.

Nuannuan left the hospital and went back to the old house after the little girl fell asleep. She drove close to the old house, but saw two cars parked in front of the old house. Luo Yang was standing beside the car, holding a bunch of oversized Super conspicuous white chrysanthemum.

Nuannuan's eyes fell on the handful of white chrysanthemums, which were obviously used for memorial service, and she slammed on the brakes.

Because of Mengmeng's matter, she had already forgotten about it before, and today is Feng Zehai's death day.

Old Master Feng mentioned it to her before, and she agreed, and today she will take the children to visit the grave and pay homage.

So, standing there, Luo Yang must be waiting for the reward banquet.

Nuannuan took out her mobile phone, but her mobile phone was quiet, there was no call from Feng Liyan or any message from him.

At this time, Nuan Nuan saw the bodyguards at the door moving, and Luo Yang also walked quickly towards the door of the old house.

Knowing that Feng Liyan was about to come out, Nuannuan subconsciously quickly backed the car to a hidden place in a fork in the road.

She squeezed the phone, her heart beat a little faster, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She had never participated in grave sweeping before, and Feng Liyan never mentioned nor took her to meet her father.

This time, the old man has already said it this time, Feng Liyan must have brought her there.

Nuannuan is waiting for Feng Liyan's call, if he calls to invite her to join him, he will finally take her to his father's grave, probably he will not blame her anymore.

However, the phone has been quiet.

Until the two cars drove past Nuan Nuan, her cell phone did not move.

Nuannuan's face turned pale, and the phone slipped from her fingertips. She laughed at herself, and suddenly rushed out of the car and rushed to the old house.

She ran in quickly, ran upstairs, rushed into the bedroom, grabbed the divorce agreement in her hand, and ran out again in a gust of wind.

After getting in the car, she started the car and galloped after her.

Feng Zehai was buried in the best cemetery in Sioux City.

The tomb is surrounded by pines and cypresses.

Luo Yang and the others stood far away in the middle of the mountain, only Feng Liyan climbed the steps alone and came to this empty tombstone.

The man bent down and gently put down the handful of white chrysanthemums, and knelt down in front of the tombstone on one knee.

The sky darkened at some point and began to scrape snow particles, and soon there was a layer of white on the tombstone.

Feng Liyan took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped the snow particles on the tombstone. The wind and snow soon dyed a layer of white on his shoulders and hair, but the man only focused on carefully wiping the snow on the tombstone. snow white.

In the photo, his father had gentle eyes and a smile, and Feng Liyan's appearance was very similar to his father's.

It's just that Feng's father's temperament is obviously more refined, and his eyes are always kind and tolerant.

"Dad, I haven't visited you for a long time. Do you blame me for being unfilial? A lot of things happened this year, your..."

He finally spoke, but his voice was a bit difficult, as if he had never mentioned Nuan Nuan in front of his father.

There seemed to be a blood clot in his throat, and he held his head up slightly to pant before continuing.

"Your daughter-in-law, she gave birth to you a pair of very lovely and excellent grandchildren. She was supposed to bring them to see you, but there was an accident. Dad, you must be very angry. I have never been with you. You mentioned that you have a daughter-in-law, and you never brought her to visit you..."

"Dad, your daughter-in-law's name is Nuan Nuan, actually...you have met her before..."

Feng Liyan's voice gradually became sluggish, and he pressed his forehead against the cold tombstone.

Close your eyes, but it seems to be the ear-piercing sound of brakes and collisions from the phone that night again.

And, father's last scream.

"Step aside!"