After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

"Sister Jin, how can the police be as capable as us to pry open his mouth? Besides, Brother Ren did it... well, it's not bad this time either!" Huang Mao retorted to Shi Jin, looking like he was not stingy.

Shi Jin seemed to glare at him, and then she looked at Fu Ren, "A Ren, it's never too late to wash your hands in the golden basin! We are all born with a hard life. Only by accumulating good deeds can we change our destiny. Listen to my sister. If so, hand this person over to the police, stop hurting others, and stop worrying me!"

She is truly a bodhisattva, like a holy mother.

Fu Yanshen passed by me at this time, and his tall figure walked towards Shi Jin.

"Shi Jin, this man is willing to speak. Let him first tell who is the person who instigated him. It won't be too late for you to persuade A-ren." A few meters away, Fu Yanshen said in a deep voice, "A-ren is for When I do things, there is a wrongdoer and a debtor, and all his sins and debts are on me."

Shi Jin turned around and looked at him, with a confused look on his face, "You, all of you, don't let me worry. Do you still recognize me as your sister?"

After she said this, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, I felt something moving in the air. When I looked up, I saw the hanging murderer suddenly kicking his legs. His neck seemed to be stretched upward very hard, and the veins on his neck popped out.

"Put him down quickly!" Fu Yanshen shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man twisted his neck and actually grabbed the chain.

He is going to hang himself!

I was startled and suddenly looked away, not daring to look again.

"Fuck...Brother Fu, I'm out of breath!" After a while, Huang Mao's shocked voice came.

I turned around, and the man was already lying on the ground, motionless.

He was willing to speak, so how could he suddenly commit suicide?

I was filled with doubts.

"You, you are...God again!"

Shi Jin looked at the corpse on the ground, covering her chest with her hands, and then looked at Fu Yanshen and Fu Ren. She clasped her hands together, looked up to the sky, and prayed.

It was like he was repenting for Fu Yanshen and Fu Ren.

"A'ren, deal with it!" Fu Yanshen shouted to Fu Ren and turned around.

He ignored Shi Jin.

When he came to me, he grabbed my wrist and led me towards the warehouse door.

It was nine o'clock in the evening. The weather outside was sultry and it looked like it was going to rain. The southern sky in the distance was already shimmering.

Fu Yanshen and I got into the car one after the other.

"Why did he suddenly commit suicide..." After sitting down, I was still shocked by the scene of the man's sudden suicide, and I couldn't help but murmur.

A metallic crunching sound called my attention back.

Fu Yanshen was sitting in the back row, his face slightly tilted, and he was lighting a cigarette.

I frowned angrily, stood up, bent over and walked towards him. When I got to him, I forcefully took away the cigarette he had in his mouth.

Fu Yan raised his eyes deeply, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with surprise, and he stared at me blankly.

I rolled my eyes at him, sat down by the window, slid down the window glass, and threw the cigarette out the window.

Turning around, he met a pair of burning eyes.

Under the dim light, Fu Yanshen was staring at me. The lights flashing outside illuminated his deep eyes, and there were little bits of light shining inside.

"Do you care about me?" he asked slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.

I was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly, "I hate the smell of cigarettes."

The man's dark eyes dimmed suddenly, and the car fell into darkness.

I turned to look out the car window and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Ding!"

The lighter sounded again.

I turned my head and saw him lighting a cigarette again.

He really wants to die!

Without thinking, I stood up, moved two steps, and snatched the cigarettes from his mouth again. This time, I wanted to throw them away together with the cigarette case and lighter.

I was about to stretch my hand out of the window when Fu Yanshen reached me and grabbed my wrist in time.

He snatched the lit cigarette from my hand.

"Fu Yanshen, just beat him to death!" I stared at him and said coldly.

Unexpectedly, he actually threw the cigarette out of the car window, followed by the cigarette case, and finally, he took the lighter from my hand.

I broke away from him and sat down.

"Don't throw this away." Fu Yanshen sat down next to me and said to me warmly.

I turned around and glared at him with disgust.

With a "ding" sound, the lighter burst into flames, illuminating the man's handsome face.

"This is a gift from my wife for my first wedding anniversary."

His eyes were locked on mine for a moment, his deep eyes were shining with the light of a little flame, the corners of his lips were stained with a smile, and he spoke slowly with a hoarse and magnetic voice.

Looking at his rolling Adam's apple, stringy eyes, and appearance of being immersed in sweet memories, I squeezed my hands again and again.

"Which wife of yours gave it to you? How do I remember that the one I gave you before seemed to be from Bulgari." I poured cold water on him in a faint tone.

The smile on his lips gradually froze, and the flame of the lighter gradually went out.

I curled my lips and looked out the car window happily.

What a dog man, I was still working overtime on our wedding anniversary. I prepared a table of meals and waited for him. I fell asleep while waiting, and then he came back dead.

When he saw the lighter I gave him, he looked disgusted and said he had plenty of lighters.

Now he acts like an affectionate dog again, which is useless.

Belated affection is worse than grass.

There was no movement from him next to me, so I closed the car window and closed my eyes to rest.

Gradually, vaguely, I seemed to smell a rusty smell, like the smell of blood.

This smell is too familiar to me...

I suppressed the memories that were about to come up, suddenly opened my eyes, smelled deeply, and was sure that there was the smell of blood in the carriage.

"Fu Yanshen, are you injured?" I asked nervously with my heart hanging in my stomach.

He turned and looked at me.

I suddenly remembered something and instinctively stood up, squatted down in front of him, rolled up the legs of his trousers, and inadvertently touched the wetness of my hand.

With the faint light, I could see that his calf was covered in blood. His newly scabbed wound was bleeding, and his black trousers were wet.

"Your wound is bleeding again! Did you know it a long time ago and didn't care?" I raised my face and scolded him angrily.

Fu Yan lowered his eyes and stared at me, silent.

I stood up and went to the front row to find a towel, but someone hugged my waist from behind.

Fu Yanshen put his arm around my waist and pulled me back. I turned my back to him and fell on his lap. I was about to struggle when his other arm also wrapped around me tightly.

His arms tightened around me like soft iron, exerting force again and again, as if if he let go even a little, I would run away.

The man's chin rested on my shoulder, and then he looked at me from the side. His hot breath blew against my ears, and goosebumps rose up on my sensitive skin.

"You're nervous about me." He said firmly with a hoarse and magnetic voice.