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"You bullshit!"

The old lady's voice trembled slightly, but after the initial surprise, she quickly calmed down, "She is my niece, how could I want her to die? What's more, in that fire, I was burnt to death like this It looks like a victim too."

She was still wrapped in a turban, and her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if she had been burned by fire. In the dark night, Zhuang Zihao could not see her face clearly, let alone distinguish her facial features.

"Zihao!"

Cheng Jing followed, grabbed Zhuang Zihao, and glanced at the old lady vigilantly, "She is not an ordinary person, so be careful, and stay away."

"I know," Zhuang Zihao coughed a few times, blinking the tears from his eyes, "The last time I came here with Chu Heng, I almost died at her hands, but fortunately Fang Yan came in time to save us. "

"Aww! Wow!"

Seemingly feeling that the atmosphere was not right, the dog that was dozing off on its stomach also got up and barked at Zhuang Zihao full of hostility.

The old lady hunched her back, sat back down again, snorted coldly, and said very stiffly, "Young man, there must be a limit to the bloody mouth. My old lady was destroyed in that fire for most of her life, but you used it to make a big fuss , became me killing people, hehe..."

The sound of her laughter was terrifying, and it was late at night, surrounded by silence and lack of popularity, which made it even more scary.

Zhuang Zihao covered his head and struggled for a while, he seemed to have a headache, but after a while, he looked at the old lady again, "I remember it, don't try to deceive people with these words again."

No matter how close he was, his mood was obviously a little unstable, "Because you fell in love with your brother-in-law, who is Fang Yan's father, you joined forces with Zhuang Zhou and wanted to separate the two of them. After all, it is not a day or two that Zhuang Zhou loves your sister." The things about you can be said to be known to everyone, but no one knows your thoughts."

As if instantly ignited by these words, the old lady picked up the knife, struck it on the firewood on one side, and said angrily, "Shut up!"

"careful!"

Cheng Jing subconsciously flew over, hugged Zhuang Zihao, and took a few steps back.

Zhuang Zihao was pulled back, staggered a few steps, and just now stood firm, but his face still showed no fear, he just looked back at Cheng Jing, "Leave me alone, she dare not touch me."

The old lady raised her head suddenly, with a fierce light in her eyes.

Zhuang Zihao collected himself, as if he had expected it, he chuckled and took out his phone, "Did you see that? The conversation we had just now is here. If I can't go back, before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I will put these... ...All will be automatically sent to Fang Yan's mailbox, and then everyone will know what you do."

The light in the old lady's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she sat back slumped, sighed, and stroked the head of the wolf dog beside her.

"As for why you set that fire on—" Zhuang Zihao had completely calmed down now, he just felt that he had never been so awake before, his eyes were slightly wet, but his heart was burning with raging flames.

"I guess you don't want to kill your sister, you just want her to be speechless again, so that you won't reveal your secret, but things didn't seem to develop as you wished afterwards."

Zhuang Zihao sneered, "If I'm not wrong, you came up with this idea because my sister knew your secret, but there was a third party involved in that fire, who is it?"

"Who is the party that made your plan unexpected?"

The old lady was silent for a long time, she didn't start to speak, neither admitted nor vetoed anything.

She raised her head, and looked at Zhuang Zihao carefully under the dim light.

"You really don't look like your father, or rather, you don't look like you at all."

Times have changed, she is getting old, and these people in front of her are the substitutes of the times.

Zhuang Zihao and Cheng Jing looked at each other with solemn expressions.

The old woman raised her dead branch-like hand and took off her kerchief.

I saw that the place that should be called the face was burnt pitted, leaving horrible scars. Except for the eyes, it was rare to find a piece of good skin, and even the neck was covered with scars.

It is really not easy to survive such severe burns for such a long time under the medical conditions of more than ten years ago.

"I was wrong," she suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, her skin wrinkled from the burnt fire, "I was wrong... I should have known it a long time ago, from the moment he committed suicide, I was wrong .”

"Son, my sister's matter is related to your father. Although I don't know the truth, there is one thing. Your father...has a split personality. What he said...is both true and false."

The day finally dawned.

It has been raining for several days, the air is very humid, the temperature keeps dropping, and the flow of people in the hospital has increased. Many people have seasonal colds, wearing masks and queuing in the lobby, coughing one after another.

When Chu Heng got on the elevator, he took a second look and felt a little emotional about life.

"Don't look," Li Min patted him, "There's nothing to lament about. In this world, everyone has their own difficulties. Different identities have different difficulties."

Chu Heng turned his head and didn't speak.

Fang Yan was in a coma for a long time this time before he realized the real physical condition of this person. Some things, although not for a long time, had already been engraved into his bones bit by bit without him noticing.

For him, Fang Yan is like this.

The elevator stopped, and Chu Heng strode out, with a cold expression and an aura of keeping strangers away.

Li Min followed behind and watched, but felt that this guy actually looked a bit like Fang Yan. If two people were together for a long time, they would become more and more like each other, not to mention... Chu Heng's infected body was cold. The breath is quite handsome.

Hmm... Fang Yan's body has a lot more sand sculpture aura.

Chu Heng reached the door of the ward, opened the door, and found that someone was already inside.

And that man... has also woken up.

"Fang Banquet!"

Chu Heng held a large bouquet of roses, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and rushed in like the wind, screaming.

"You finally woke up, you finally... finally woke up, I thought you... woo woo woo..."

Jiang Jiang, who was sitting by the hospital bed, glanced at him and sneered, "It's not that you can't wake up, why are you so excited?"

Chu Xiaoheng cried and laughed, jumped up and down, lively like a fool.

The man was half lying on the hospital bed, his expression was still weak, but his eyes were very bright, and his eyes kept following Chu Heng, with a pampered and helpless expression.

"What do you know!" Chu Xiaoheng snorted, put the bouquet away, and yelled in distress: "I've been in fear for several days, look at my dark circles, I have bags under my eyes, so I'm getting old I can't stay up late, what if I don't look handsome?"