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She didn't dare to think about what her father's last painful struggle would have been like if that was the case.She told herself to calm down and only speculate on her possible choices based on her aunt's usual style of doing things.

That day my father was talking to my aunt in the office.The security and sound insulation of the chairman's office are excellent. In theory, after closing the door, even if you shout loudly, the outside world cannot hear the sound.Unless someone opens the door inside, or presses the alarm bell next to the desk, or calls to notify, otherwise what happens inside will only be confined to the door, and the outside will not know...

The only problem is that if my aunt doesn't delay long enough, my father won't let it go if he gets treated.

However, sudden cardiac death caused by myocardial infarction is inherently difficult to treat, and the best rescue time is only 4 minutes (the tolerance limit of brain cells to hypoxia is usually 4 minutes).Even if it is just an ordinary myocardial infarction, the myocardial cells will start necrosis in about half an hour. The golden time from the occurrence of myocardial infarction to the initiation of thrombolytic therapy in the hospital is only 120 minutes. Every minute of delay will reduce hope— ―After receiving the news, she repeatedly looked up the information on myocardial infarction, trying to know what kind of pain her father endured in the last time.She knew it wasn't going to help, but she couldn't bear to be ignorant of it.

If it was my aunt... She might not have known about it at the time... But if she had known... There is almost no risk of delay...

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She suppressed the emotions in her chest and said slowly: "This is just our speculation, there is no evidence."

"It's speculation." Lu Changqing didn't seem to expect her to react like this, his face changed slightly, "But can you rule out this possibility?"

cannot.She looked at him quietly, feeling sad in her heart.

"Yixuan, you can't let this matter go, regardless of emotion or reason." He said bitterly, "I know your father was a little cruel to you before, but he is also deeply responsible for his love. The will will give you everything and everything has already been explained..."

She closed her eyes and exhaled lightly.Of course she knew that her father was only a matter of deep love and responsibility for her.Even if he was still angry with her, even if he refused to leave her anything, it was impossible for her to let him die so unclearly.Even if it is only based on blood relationship, it is a responsibility she cannot shirk.What's more, it was her father who loved her to the core since she was a child...

"No matter what you think, I will definitely find out the truth of this matter!" Seeing that she was utterly silent, Lu Changqing's anger went straight to his head, and his tone became more and more hostile, "I only told you because I thought you had to Need to know about this!"

What's more, how could Lu Changqing ever fight against his aunt and Fu Haoran... When his father passed away, Fu Haoran was the most likely to cause problems.But if my aunt really treats her father...then she must know that Lu Changqing will be her eternal enemy and will definitely fall to Fu Haoran...

In her mind, she was calculating the ebb and flow of various forces at high speed, counting the forces she could use to win over, and even hastily listed a few rough plans, but she dared not touch that name, that smile, that... sentence.

"Uncle Lu." Finally she said lightly, "I will definitely find out about my father's death."

The other party stopped talking suddenly, with a mixture of sorrow and joy on his face.She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The study fell into silence, and the other party's breathing was heavy and short, obviously trying to suppress his emotions.

And she knew that outside this study, it was a dark night.

Taking this step is a bloodbath.

Taking this step, the setting sun by the lake, the moonlight on the cliff, and the Iraqis around me all vanished.

She can never go back.

The mountain road is circling, and the north wind is howling, which can still be heard clearly through the car window.She closed her eyes and sat with her hands loosely held by the people around her.The man's palm was slightly moist, and the warm body temperature continuously spread to her fingers.

It is impossible to confuse Yin Yu with such a simple holding hands.Yin Yu has always been very controlling, her palms are always dry and warm, and her fingers are always tightly clasped when holding her.How can it be like Mou Ying, who wants to hold but dare not hold, if she tightens, she is worried that she will feel uncomfortable, if she loosens, she is afraid that she will pull away...

Mou Ying is like a child who is completely insecure, simple and clumsy, she can't help but want to hug her, kiss her, tell her that she will not be angry, will not run away, and will not leave her alone... …

Going round and round, forced to a corner by fate, she turned around inadvertently, and unexpectedly found a little girl who was even more stupid than her.It is said that there is always a balance between gains and losses in life, and Mou Ying probably sent her a special gift because God finally felt sorry... right?

All the way to the mountainside, the car turned into the gate of the cemetery and stopped.They got out of the car one after another, Ah He walked in front holding flowers, the bodyguards left two guarding the car, and the rest followed behind them not too far away.

The mountain wind was bitter, and the bare branches trembled in the wind.Mou Ying tightened the scarf, followed Zeng Yixuan for two steps, and stretched out her hand: "Give it to me."

Zeng Yixuan was always carrying a black briefcase, which was not too big and didn't look very heavy.But it's too cold here, even if you put gloves on and put them in your pockets, it's not warm, and if you're naked ~ exposed to the outside, it will freeze every minute.

Zeng Yixuan glanced sideways at her, but she didn't pass the bag over, she just changed the hand to carry the bag.Mou Ying was stunned for a moment, but before she realized what was going on, the hand she stretched out was grabbed.

Through the leather gloves, the temperature has actually dropped almost, let alone the delicate softness of the opponent's skin, but she suddenly stopped being cold.The face began to feel hot, the body became hot, and the whole heart seemed to fly into the air.She held the other's hand quietly, with smiles on the corners of her eyes and brows.

Zeng Yixuan looked calm, put the two clasped hands into the coat pockets, and quickened her pace to follow Ah He closely.

The bodyguards exchanged glances with each other, but still walked neatly.

The cemetery is not far away. Near the center of the entire cemetery, there are bluestone piles, wide and flat, covering a large area, but the atmosphere is not luxurious.

The bodyguards spread their guard far away and did not approach.Ah He offered flowers first, but he didn't use any futons, so he knelt down on the bluestone slab, kowtowed three times respectfully, and said loudly, "Uncle, happy new year. Ah He is here to see you."

Then he hugged some dead branches and leaves, and lit a small fire in front of the tomb.

Mou Ying stood aside, once again at a loss as to what to do.She still couldn't figure out what the holding hands just now was, and she didn't know where she was.

Zeng Yixuan let go of her, stepped forward, knelt down quietly, and kowtowed quietly.The briefcase was opened, and she took out a thick stack of papers, and put them into the fire one by one.

Mou Ying was stunned.That's not paper money.It was white A4 paper.Full of black characters.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully. There were words and numbers, and the grid lined up.That's...a financial statement...

When she realized this, she couldn't help being a little funny, but when she came back to her senses, she felt a little sad.

Zeng Yixuan was kneeling in front of her, with a straight posture and a straight back.Beneath her knees was a cold and hard bluestone slab, and in front of her was the tombstone of her father who was once aloof and uncompromising.

The ashes of paper fluttered and dissipated in the wind, and she didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, waiting until the flickering fire slowly extinguished.

The wind grew stronger, hitting the tomb body with a sharp whistling sound.Mou Ying took a step forward, trying to persuade her to get up, but she looked up at her, and said her first words before the grave: "Dad, this is Mou Ying."

Mou Ying waited helplessly for her next words, but she never got it, so she hesitated and knelt beside her, kowtowed three times like Ah He: "Hello, Uncle. I'm Mou Ying."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the wind gushed into her nose and mouth, making her shiver from the cold. In the sound of the wind, she vaguely heard Zeng Yixuan say something very softly, but she couldn't hear clearly.That sentence was very short, and it also started with "Dad". After thinking about it, she felt that Zeng Yixuan probably didn't want her to hear it, so she didn't ask.

After waiting for a while, the whole person was frozen.She couldn't help it, stood up and dragged her up: "It's too cold, let's go back." She didn't care about being frozen here in such a cold day, at most it was a cold, at worst she would risk her life to accompany the gentleman.But Miss Zeng is in such a physical condition, what should I do if I catch a cold?

She knew that she probably wanted to stay in front of her father's grave for a while longer, and she also understood that she was in a bad mood, but there was a limit to understanding, and she couldn't bear to torment herself like this anyway.

I was prepared for the eldest lady to throw a temper tantrum and refuse to leave, or even get angry at her, but she obediently obeyed her and stood up.

Ah He stepped forward to pack his things, saw that Zeng Yixuan was not paying attention, so he secretly gave Mou Ying a thumbs up.

Mou Ying was a little funny, how could this group of people be so cowardly in front of Zeng Yixuan?Ah He has already been treated differently by Zeng Yixuan, and he dare not speak out... Thinking about it, no one dared to express any objection when he was not by her side before, God knows how long she spends here every time ...

The good mood suddenly disappeared.She sighed, took the man's hand automatically, and unceremoniously put it into the man's coat pocket together.

Zeng Yixuan didn't resist, even though she developed her accidental movements into habitual routines, her face was still very calm.The bodyguards seemed to be not surprised, as if they adapted to the reality extremely quickly, without showing any surprise on their faces, they still surrounded them with a serious face, and followed them not too far or too close.

After getting into the car, it gradually warmed up.She took off her scarf and gloves, touched the man's hand, it was really cold.She glared at her slightly complaining, then leaned over and stroked her knee: "Is it cold?"...Anyway, the place where the hands were touched was icy cold.

Zeng Yixuan didn't open her eyes, she just leaned on the back of the chair and shook her head.Mou Ying felt that sparks were starting to rise from the bottom of her heart again, she took a blanket from one side and threw it on her lap, and rubbed her hands sullenly.

Really.He is obviously a sick child, so what can he do.Kneeling on the ground like this in such a cold day, will you die if you hold something for cushioning!

Rubbing and staring at the front fender, so did Ah He, why can't you just take her like this, even this little thing can't be persuaded!

After thinking about it, I was annoyed, why didn't I think of it before, in the final analysis, it was still my own problem, thinking about the problem was not forward-looking at all!

She was lost in thought, and the expression on her face changed a lot. She didn't notice that Zeng Yixuan had opened her eyes at some point, and was looking at her quietly with a slight smile.