Flash Marriage Royal Sister CEO, my sister dotes on me to the heavens

The next three families will not be able to escape this time no matter what.

Ironclad evidence.

In the face of the conclusive witness and material evidence, the three families did not just obediently compensate the Chinese authorities and serve their sentences.

The only option is to get out of China.

Of course, if you want to leave, you don’t have to leave immediately.

They serve their time in prison for what they have done, and then leave in despair.

As for the heads of the next three families, they all like to mention the highest etiquette of humaneism.

Have fun on your way!

It is impossible to run away.

The commotion was so big this time, and the amount of manpower, material and financial resources Guoan invested in it was extraordinary.

What's more, the losses caused by the Xia San Family to China over the years are countless, and just losing money is not enough to atone for their sins.

The three heads of the family are the top decision-makers.

If you want to say that they are innocent, don't say that the judge doesn't believe it. Even the masses don't believe it.

"Li Haowen, dad is here to visit you again..."

In the afternoon, Fang Mo appeared at Fengqishan Cemetery.

He just expressed his emotions, but compared to the last time, he came with a disgraced look and regret.

This time Fang Mo seemed to be much more energetic.

"Now I have completely avenged you."

"When the time comes, remember to make some extra money down there. When my buddy comes down to see you when he has time, treat me to a good meal."

Fang Mo was talking nonsense with a playful smile while helping Li Haowen clean the tombstone.

In two days, he will follow Ning Yuelan to Hong Kong City.

I don’t know when I will come back after this separation.

Father Li and Mother Li might come over to visit Li Haowen occasionally when they have free time, but they are old people after all and their physical strength is not good.

The tombstone is built on a mountain and transportation is inconvenient.

We can't let two old men run up and down the mountain to fetch water, wipe and clean the tombstones, right?

"Brother, there is smoke coming out of your ancestral grave."

At this moment, a boy about ten years old stood next to Fang Mo.

Subconsciously he pointed at the back of Fang Mo's head.

Fang Mo was just cleaning the tombstones and didn't notice anyone approaching.

Hearing this, he glanced at him angrily;

"The little kid wants to make trouble and go somewhere else to play. Do you know where this is? It's a cemetery, a place to commemorate the dead. Be serious."

"What's more, this is my brother's grave..."

Hearing this, the young man was startled.

"Brother, there is smoke coming out of your friend's grave."

"Hey, I said you little brat, nothing else can come out of your mouth?"

Fang Mo glared at him, rolled up his sleeves, and stood up to fight.

Unexpectedly, the young man's expression was extremely serious.

Although he was a little afraid of this 1.8-meter-tall brother, he still stared blankly behind Fang Mo.

Only then did Fang Mo realize something was wrong and quickly turned around to look.

I saw a thin wisp of smoke drifting behind the tombstone.

"My day, there is really smoke..."

"Brother, look, let me tell you that I didn't lie to you, right? Could this be some kind of ghost appearing?"

Fang Mo is a materialist, he doesn't believe in ghosts and ghosts, and he has settled down to be calm.

"Tch, make a fuss, don't be feudal and superstitious, okay?"

"Children, haven't you seen adults smoking? It should be my brother smoking down there."

juvenile;……

The next moment, Fang Mo pointed at the deceased photo and cursed;

"Li Haowen, you kid, I advised you to quit smoking before you died, but you didn't listen. Stop smoking when you get there. Look at your second-hand smoke floating on top!"

Hearing this, the boy next to him couldn't help laughing.

How can a dead person smoke and smoke a living person?

At this moment, three firecrackers suddenly sounded not far away.

This sudden sound made Fang Mo stagger and jump three feet high.

The dancing posture looks really funny like dancing on a grave.

"Damn, who has nothing to do to play with firecrackers in the cemetery?"

Ignoring the kid next to him who was laughing at him, Fang Mo walked towards the back of the tombstone with a sullen face.

Taking a closer look, his lungs were about to explode.

Three naughty children were playing tricks and throwing cannons behind the grave.

I said damn it, Li Haowen didn't do anything, why is there smoke coming out of his grave for no reason?

I thought it was the true form that appeared.

It turns out it's you little bastards.

They played with throwing firecrackers. When the firecrackers went off, there was a puff of smoke, and there were several dry reed poles that were lit next to them. This was how the continuous thick smoke came.

If Fang Mo hadn't discovered it in time, it might have spread to a fire that could burn the mountain.

"Fuck you!"

Fang Mo was filled with anger and grabbed one of the naughty children.

When the little kids nearby saw an adult coming, they immediately dispersed.

The naughty kid who was caught was a little panicked.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me..."

Fang Mo said with a stern face and a sneer;

"You hide behind other people's graves and play with firecrackers, and you're not afraid of blowing up your shit?"

It's useless to reason with such a naughty kid.

He started directly and slapped her on the buttocks a few times.

clap clap-

Three slaps fell, and the little kid burst into tears.

Despite this, Fang Mo was still angry. Looking at the smell of firecrackers and gunpowder, Fang Mo was frightened.

If he hadn't discovered it in time, Li Haowen's grave might have been opened by these naughty kids.

After thinking about this, Fang Mo pointed at the little boy and asked with a cold face;

"Don't cry. Who brought you here today?"

"Oh, my dear grandson, who are you? Why are you arresting our grandson? Why do you still beat your child?"

At this moment, three figures walked towards this side.

People come before they come.

One of them, an old woman dressed in jewelry, suddenly became anxious when she saw Fang Mo holding on to the little boy and not letting go;

"Human trafficker, have you met a human trafficker? Quick, the father of the child, call the police and send him in."

Fang Mo glanced at the parents lightly, then looked at the little kid in his hands who was lifted up by him.

"This, your child?"

The little rabbit struggled desperately in Fang Mo's hands.

"Grandma, save me."

When the old woman heard this, her eyes suddenly burst into tears.

"You are a beast in clothes, you look so tall, how can a big man bully a child?"

After saying that, she came up ready to scratch someone.

Fang Mo did not continue to teach the naughty child, and directly threw the child into their arms.

Just give him a few slaps to relieve his anger. There is no need to worry about the child.

"Take care of your children."

With this thought in mind, Fang Mo was about to leave after saying his last words.

Who knew that the old woman would not let go;

"You beat our child and want to leave? Why do you beat our child?"

"Why?"

Fang Mo paused and couldn't help but sneered and said;

"Because you parents don't take care of your children."

"He and a few of his friends were playing firecrackers here just now, and they all lit the reed stalks. The climate in a place like the cemetery is gloomy and dry, and if you are not careful, it will turn into a large fire."

"If I hadn't discovered it in time, who would be responsible if the fire broke out later?"

After hearing this, the old woman swallowed and quickly looked to the ground.

I saw only firecracker crumbs on the ground and various scattered wrapping papers.

Of course Fang Mo didn't lie, but the old woman was still unhappy with him hitting her child.

She frowned in displeasure;

"So what? Can't we just dissuade him in time? Why beat the child?"

"Besides, didn't the fire start? There was no fire. What's wrong with the children playing with firecrackers? You, an adult, are still arguing with children. Can you be reasonable?"

Is it unreasonable for me to clean up the naughty child and let him have a longer memory?

"Okay, it's the son's fault if he doesn't teach his father, and it's the grandson's fault if he doesn't teach his father."

Fang Mo nodded slightly and did not push her.

"I think you're right."

"I shouldn't care about children, I should care about adults."

After saying this, Fang Mo suddenly became too lazy to argue with the old woman and turned around to leave.

The old woman thought that Fang Mo was timid and could not afford to offend her family.

But the last words he said to him were a bit unclear.

What does it mean not to care about children but to care about adults?

Unable to figure it out, the old woman didn't worry too much and pulled her grandson along while cursing.

"There are really all kinds of cats and dogs these days. Don't cry, dear grandson. Grandma will buy you a lollipop later."

After saying that, the family walked in the other direction.

Just not for a while.

An old woman's angry exclamation came from somewhere in front of a tombstone over there.

"Who put an afro on the portrait of my wife?"