I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

Sheng Jichen and Shi Xiyue brought Zhao Zhonghan and the others back to the Sheng family's old house safely.

Uncle Fu said that Fang Ling'er accompanied Luo Zixuan to the hospital, and they had to deal with Luo Shuntian's funeral.

Luo Zixuan was convinced that the bones in the hospital morgue were those of his biological parents, Luo Shuntian. To prevent his father from being unable to rest in peace after his death, he personally organized the funeral, which was held two days later at a cemetery in the eastern suburbs of the city.

Luo Zixuan did not notify Luo's relatives about Luo Shuntian's funeral, and only Shi Xiyue and the others attended.

The clouds are thick, the wind is cold, and the drizzle is continuous. The clouds on the horizon were so dark that they seemed to cover the entire earth. It made people feel extremely bad, and even breathing seemed so unsmooth.

After the funeral, Sheng Jichen and Shi Xiyue walked out of the cemetery first, leaving Luo Zixuan alone with Fang Linger, who was still standing in front of Luo Shuntian's tombstone.

Fang Ling'er had been holding the umbrella for Luo Zixuan. Seeing him silent and full of melancholy, she felt very sorry for him. But he didn't know what he could do for him at this moment.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the photo of Luo Shuntian inlaid on the tombstone still had a lot of rain left on it.

Luo Zixuan subconsciously stepped forward and wiped the photo with his sleeves.

But as soon as he wiped away the rainwater, new rainwater spread on the photo. No matter how hard he wiped it, the rain would still cover his father's voice.

"Zixuan, don't be like this..." Fang Ling'er held an umbrella and tried her best to prevent Luo Zixuan from getting wet in the rain. "Uncle Luo will also be very sad when he sees you like this."

"Leave me alone, go away, I want to be alone..." Luo Zixuan pushed her, hugged the tombstone with his hands, and used his body to protect the photo on it.

It was as if the tombstone was his father's body. He protected it like this so that his father would not get caught in the rain.

"Do you know what you are doing now?" Fang Ling'er returned to him and tried her best to persuade him sadly: "Can you wake up?

Uncle Luo is no longer here. You will only hurt your body. Can you go home with me first? "

"Home... there is no home anymore, he is gone, where is the home..."

"You still have me, have you forgotten? We are married and I am your wife now. Wherever I am, that is your home."

Luo Zixuan looked up at Fang Ling'er and sneered painfully: "Haha...

It was my fault, it was my fault from the beginning.

If I don't force you, let you stay with me. He might not die. I am too selfish. I insist on getting what I can't get. This is God's punishment for me.

Even God can’t bear to see it…”

Luo Zixuan raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face.

"Zixuan, don't be like this..." Fang Ling'er was so frightened that she threw away the umbrella in her hand and held his hand tightly to prevent him from hurting herself. "If you hurt yourself like this in front of your father, he will be very sad.

It's not your fault, it's...the bad people. They must have been targeting your father early on, even if you did nothing. They will still harm him.

You no longer have a father, don’t you even want me? "

"Ugh..." Luo Zixuan cried in pain, kneeling on the ground with his legs paralyzed, and pulling his hair hard with his hands. "Why wasn't I the one who died? Why did I hurt him...

He was a good man and he never harmed anyone during his lifetime.

On the contrary, he did so many good things. Support poor children in mountainous areas and donate to the Red Cross.

One good thing after another, many of which he did not leave a name on.

He taught me since I was a child that I must be upright and upright, be on guard against others, and never have the intention of harming others.

I should have thought a long time ago that my father is such a kind person, how could he suddenly encourage me to harm Sheng Xichen.

How could you teach me that I can do whatever it takes to get you... Wuwu...

I'm so stupid, I'm just a stupid fool..."

Luo Zixuan was in agony and hit his head repeatedly.

"Those people are determined to harm you and Uncle Luo, and no matter how hard you try, you can't prevent them.

My sister and the others were on guard again and again, but I didn't let them take advantage of it.

Zixuan, don't blame yourself... I really don't blame you.

Cheer up and let's find a way to avenge Uncle Luo together. We must not let his death be in vain, okay? "

Hearing this, Luo Zixuan immediately stopped crying self-blame and looked up at Fang Ling'er.

She wiped the tears from his face thoughtfully.

The rain in the sky was so heavy that their clothes were all wet.

"Revenge..." he murmured.

"Yes, if you continue to be so decadent, who will avenge Uncle Luo?"

"Yes, I want to avenge my father, and I absolutely cannot let him die in vain like this.

But...who killed him? who is it? " He held Hu Ling'er's arm and asked excitedly.

"I think... it must be Lin Boyuan's master's evil poisonous hand."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know either, but my sister and the others will definitely find a way. Can we go back first?

We take a long-term view. "

Luo Zixuan also knew in his heart that if he gave up on himself like this, no matter how much he blamed himself, he would not be able to undo his father's death.

The only thing he can do now is to avenge him, no matter what the price, he will not hesitate.

Everyone was sitting in the living room of the Sheng family's old house, feeling particularly heavy.

The people sent by Sheng Jichen to find Sheng Zhongye have not disappeared yet. Bin City is only so big, and with Sheng Xichen's ability, there are spies everywhere.

He really couldn't figure out where the Evil Poison Holy Hand could be.

"We are too passive like this. We don't even know where the grandson is hiding." Sheng Zhimo cursed angrily. "One day, please don't let me catch that grandson, otherwise I will kill him with my own hands."

"Come on, it's up to you to save your own life." Shen Tingxuan poured cold water on him. I don't want him to act too impulsively, otherwise he will lose his life.

"I now understand why... my father called me and Zhimo to drink tea in the garden that day." Bai Shan felt really uncomfortable thinking about how she and Zhimo drank tea with her father that day. "It turns out... he was explaining his 'future affairs'.

From that moment on, he had already decided that he was going to see the Evil Poison Saint Hand.

How could I be so stupid that I didn't hear what he said. "

My father must have known that if he went to see the Evil Poison Master, the outcome would be disastrous. That's why he gave her her dowry in advance and told Sheng Zhimo to treat Shen Tingxuan well.

"I said, why would he suddenly want us to drink tea with him..." Sheng Zhimo also suddenly realized.