Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

After a brief panic, Fang Fei retorted loudly: "My mother is dead. Of course, whatever you say is what you say. You knew about my relationship with Fu Jingchuan and were afraid that I would use his power to suppress you in the future, so you deliberately compiled it Story, you want me not to take revenge.”

Fang Zhiguo didn't expect that Fang Fei could accurately guess what he was thinking.

But Fang Zhiguo did not answer. Instead, in front of Fang Fei, he grabbed a lot of hair, pulled out the handkerchief paper from his pocket, put the hair into the plastic bag of the handkerchief paper, and handed it to Fang Fei. : "Today's technology is very advanced, and DNA identification technology has become very popular. You can use my hair to identify it, and you will know whether what I say is true or false."

"Your mother's relics should not be processed yet. For example, the toothpaste, the hair that fell off the bed, or the underwear she wore can be used to extract substances for identification. You can take them together."

Fang Zhiguo said, bowed a few times to the tombstone, and left.

Fang Fei didn't move or speak. It wasn't until Fang Zhiguo walked away that she looked at the photo of Yang Shilin on the tombstone: "Mom, is what Fang Zhiguo said true?"

"Are you really not my mother?"

Yang Shilin did not answer her, and would not answer her again.

A gust of wind blew, the snow fell harder, and the plastic bag of the handkerchief was blown away.

She subconsciously got up to pick it up, but her legs were so numb from sitting on her knees for a long time that she fell to the ground.

Fortunately, she put her hands on the ground in time and didn't hit her stomach.

But while she was packing the plastic bag, she suddenly started crying uncontrollably.

Why did she have to let her know that she was probably not her biological daughter on the day when her mother was buried?

The atmosphere at the entrance to the cemetery was also tense.

After Fang Zhiguo entered the cemetery, Tang Yunan did not return to the car, but stood at the entrance of the cemetery and looked in.

Fu Jingchuan looked at Tang Yunan's arrogance and took the initiative to warn Tang Yunan to be cautious.

"Why?" Tang Yun'an smiled, "I know that the Fu family has a big business and a lot of business, but it doesn't seem to be involved in the tomb industry, right?"

"Don't act crazy, you know what I'm talking about." Fu Jingchuan glanced coldly, "If you get close to Fang Fei again, Fu Yunxiang's current situation will be your fate."

Tang Yun'an gave a sneer: "I hate others threatening me the most. The more others don't allow me to do something, the more interested I am."

"Then you can try it."

Fu Jingchuan said that when he saw Fang Zhiguo coming out, he immediately glanced at Fang Fei and saw that she seemed to have fallen.

Fu Jingchuan ran in quickly with his legs up. When he met Fang Zhiguo, he stopped slightly and said, "Did you bully her again?"

"Mr. Fu, I didn't. I just had some heart-to-heart words with her."

Fu Jingchuan's eyes were slowly filled with murderous intent: "It would be best if there really wasn't any."

Fu Jingchuan continued walking up as he spoke. When Fang Fei heard the footsteps, she thought it was Fang Zhiguo coming back. She turned around and shouted with an emotional breakdown: "You made up a new story to deceive me, but I don't want to hear it anymore. You Walk!"

After yelling, she saw that the person coming was Fu Jingchuan. Her expression of disgust froze for a moment, then she quickly turned around and regarded him as a transparent person.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. Fu Jingchuan finally took off his coat and walked over, holding it above Fang Fei's head: "The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Your hair is soaked. Go back first and come back when the weather clears."

Fang Fei ignored her. Fu Jingchuan waited for a while, put his coat on her body, and then bent down to hug her.

"Don't touch me, you executioner!"

As Fang Fei said, she hit Fu Jingchuan's stomach with her elbow. Fu Jingchuan's brows suddenly wrinkled, looking like he was in pain.

Fang Fei looked at him and sneered: "That's quite the pretense."

Fu Jingchuan quickly relaxed his brows and smiled: "You can see this."

"Yes, if I had seen through earlier that you were a faker, my mother would not have died."

Fu Jingchuan picked her up, lifted her up, and put her in his arms: "But it's too late, so if you want to hate me, then hate me, hate me to death. But now, you have to go down the mountain, your hands It’s as cold as ice.”

"You don't need to remind me, I will hate you fiercely, and what's colder than my hands is my heart. Don't try to move me in the opposite direction."

"No, we are breaking up. As compensation, I have asked Qiao Shan to sort out the private property in my name. Qiao Shan will pick you up tomorrow morning to go through the formalities."

Fang Fei's expression froze: "What? You want to buy me with money so that I don't hate you anymore?"

"No, it's just compensation for you and the child."

As soon as Fu Jingchuan mentioned the child, Fang Fei's nose felt sore and she wanted to cry, but she held it back very well and even said sarcastically: "Child? You are so confident that I will give birth to your child."

Fu Jingchuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his feet went soft. Fang Fei felt something strange about him, and subconsciously grabbed his clothes: "What? You don't want to hear it, you want to kill me?"

The dizziness passed quickly. Fu Jingchuan was a little exhausted and was sweating all over his body, but he didn't show it: "Yes, but this idea only existed for a moment. Whether you give birth to this child or not, you will give him what is due."

Having said that, he had arrived at the parking lot at the entrance of the cemetery. Fu Jingchuan carried Fang Fei directly into Zhou Weiwei's car and looked at Fang Fei with a determined and deep look: "Don't associate with Tang Yunan anymore. He is not as good as you think." simple."

After saying that, he turned around and got into his car and drove away.

Before driving very far, a mouthful of blood spurted out, smearing the steering wheel and windshield.

Before he fainted, he pulled over, made one last call to Qiao Shan, gave his address, and then passed out completely.