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The assistant and the lawyer thought there was something dangerous in the bed sheet, so they all stood by. After seeing the actual content, they immediately turned and left with embarrassing expressions.

Qin Mingzhu couldn't leave, so he could only watch Sheng Yingqi close the bed sheet again.The blue veins on the back of the hand holding the bed sheet were intertwined, as if they were about to break free from under the skin. He lowered his face, as if water was dripping from his gloomy face, but upon closer inspection, there was no more.

Qin Mingzhu withdrew her eyes and looked at the room with her eyes.This is the hotel room where he died, with bottles of his pills on the bedside table.

When he was young and naive, he thought that death should also be vigorous and full of flowers. If relatives and friends gather around his bed, it is best for everyone to be sincere and tearful.But the actual death was silent, he swallowed too much medicine, he didn't seem to even notice the pain, and died quietly in the middle of the night in a foreign country.

If he hadn't hired an escort and the hotel had a wake-up call service, no one would have known about the corpse until it decomposed.

Qin Mingzhu had attended other people's funerals and heard news of other people's deaths. Thinking about it carefully, the most unsuspecting death news belonged to that person, and the most sensational death news also belonged to that person.

On that day of the year, all social media was drumming news of the plane crash.Countless people around the world are praying for a miracle.

But the miracle did not come.

That person never appeared again.

The movement of a hand interrupted Qin Mingzhu's memory.

He saw Sheng Yingqi pick up the medicine bottle on the bedside table, and turned his face away somewhat evasively.

Because this medicine bottle is not the packaging of the original medicine, but he bought it later, and put the blood pressure lowering medicines in it, so that it is not so easy for people to know that he has high blood pressure.

Hypertension was diagnosed after divorce.

At the hospital that day, Qin Mingzhu asked the doctor nervously.

"Doctor, is there an error in this report? I, how could I have high blood pressure? Do you want to check again?"

The doctor probably saw a lot of patients like him, and he said, "There is nothing wrong with the report, high blood pressure is very common now, don't be nervous, don't be too psychologically stressed, as long as you follow the doctor's advice and take medicine regularly, eat a healthy diet. , no big problem."

Qin Mingzhu doesn’t understand medicine. In his mind, high blood pressure is a disease only for the elderly. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, he heard the doctor casually say, “Nowadays many young people have high blood pressure.” He glanced at the computer "It's not strange at your age."

The words held in his throat could not be asked, age became Qin Mingzhu's death spot after the divorce, as long as someone mentioned it, he would think of what Sheng Yingqi said.

He is no longer young, he is old, but his heart cannot adapt.

That day, Qin Mingzhu took off her clothes and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.He carefully examined his body, and the soft light shone from the complicated ceiling lamp in the bedroom.The chandelier was custom-made by him from country Y, and it was airlifted back to the country. If there is a problem with a part, it will have to wait at least a year.

He is naturally like this, he loves luxury by nature, and the room is even more so. Every household item is carefully selected by him, and he can't be sloppy at all.

Qin Mingzhu silently turned around in front of the mirror.

The body that would be shy and frightened when I was young, has quietly changed in the changes of the years.

It turns out that occasionally wearing less clothes and walking in front of the mirror can't help being ashamed - he thinks it's too tempting, even he thinks so, let alone others.

And now, unspeakable.

Watching her ex-husband study his own high blood pressure medicine, Qin Mingzhu still had a hard time adapting. He tried to float out of the room, but the assistant who was called in almost passed through him.

"Buy the nearest flight ticket to return home." Sheng Yingqi instructed the assistant, tightening the medicine bottle with his fingers at the same time, and then put it in his pocket.

The hotel didn't dare to handle Qin Mingzhu's luggage at will, and Sheng Yingqi took them all on the plane in the end.They did not return to China that day, and the procedures for Qin Mingzhu's urn were a bit complicated.

Sheng Yingqi went through the formalities in person and signed each form. Qin Mingzhu watched from the side, and when he found that the relationship Sheng Yingqi filled out was "husband", he couldn't help frowning.

The signer didn't even hesitate, and signed his name at the bottom of the form, but for some reason, he didn't raise his head when he signed the last one.

"President Sheng?" The assistant next to him, Jing Xiaoshen, asked slightly.

Only then did Sheng Yingqi come back to his senses, he put down his pen and stood up again, but his tall figure seemed to be quite stooped.

The assistant glanced at the packaged urn, and didn't dare to say anything more. Although the news of Mr. Sheng's divorce was not widely publicized, there were quite a few people who knew about it.

The most important thing was Mr. Ying, who called him several times and sent him many text messages, saying that he couldn't get in touch with Mr. Sheng, and asked him what was going on.

The assistant secretly had a headache, and now it was not easy to ask Mr. Sheng how to deal with the relationship with Mr. Ying.What was even more troublesome was that at the domestic airport, he saw Mr. Ying.

Although Mr. Ying is not as good-looking as that one, he is still very good. He is tall and has a background in dancing. He stands out from the crowd just by standing there.He didn't wave or make a sound, waiting for Sheng Yingqi to walk towards him step by step.

It was also the first time for Qin Mingzhu to see Sheng Yingqi's new boyfriend with her own eyes. Now that they meet face to face, there is indeed a bit of similarity in eyebrows and eyes.

"Why are you here?" Sheng Yingqi's voice was cold.

Mr. Ying snorted, "You don't care how I know, do you know how long I have been waiting for you? Sheng Yingqi, since you have returned to China, why didn't you send me a message immediately?"

In the past, people who heard such words would definitely coax him softly. Mr. Ying secretly counted down to three seconds, but when he waited——

"Xie Yi, you send him back."

After Sheng Yingqi finished speaking, he spared Mr. Ying and walked forward.Mr. Ying was obviously taken aback, and then wanted to catch up, but the assistant at the side quickly stopped him.

"Mr. Ying, Mr. Sheng is going back to the company to deal with matters now, and I don't have time to accompany you for the time being. I'll take you back."

Qin Mingzhu was also stunned for a moment. The reason for his stunned was that this Mr. Ying had a similar accent to his when he was young.Before he could figure it out, he was forced to float forward because of Sheng Yingqi who had walked away.

When he got in the car, he saw Sheng Yingqi took out his mobile phone and added a number to the blacklist.If he read correctly, it should be that Mr. Ying just now.

Was it abandoned so soon?

He has been married to Sheng Yingqi for many years, so he can understand Sheng Yingqi's face to some extent.Just now when Sheng Yingqi asked Mr. Ying why he was here, he was already showing anger, and when he heard the answer, his anger value doubled directly.

But Qin Mingzhu didn't understand. If someone else was angry, he might understand. After all, most people don't like their private itinerary being checked, even if they are the person next to them.

But Sheng Yingqi is not such a person. When they were dating, including getting married, Sheng Yingqi complained many times, saying that he didn't care about him and didn't check where he was going.

At that time, Qin Mingzhu couldn't understand it.

"Why do you need to check where you are going? We just need to trust each other."

Later he found out that because Sheng Yingqi always checked him in private, he hoped that he would do the same.When he first learned about Sheng Yingqi's problem, he got angry, lost his temper, and finally compromised because Sheng Yingqi said he had no sense of security.

"Wife, it's my fault. I always worry about gains and losses and think a lot. I feel that you are willing to be with me every day. I am dreaming. How can I marry you. So I always want to make sure that you are I don’t really love me, and I’m afraid that you will leave me suddenly one day. If you really mind, I will try to change it, but don’t be angry with me, I know I was wrong.”

He temporarily softened his heart and acquiesced to Sheng Yingqi's behavior. From then on, his itinerary was not private at all from the other party, and Sheng Yingqi also liked to let him check his itinerary more and more.

It seems that only in this way can they prove that they love each other and care about each other.

According to Sheng Yingqi's personality, Mr. Ying's behavior can only be good, but why did he get bored?It's even to the point of blackmailing.

Could it be that he hates the house and the crow?

Because he slept with someone else, now it feels unlucky to see a face similar to his?

That's true, that Mr. Ying is really pitiful.

Qin Mingzhu turned her head and looked out the window. The cars were like whitebait shuttling on the asphalt road, and rows of tall buildings kept receding in sight.It didn't feel right until he realized that the destination was his home.

When they divorced, their property was divided very finely. Sheng Yingqi didn't embarrass him in terms of money, and even gave him some extra things, such as this wedding house, which was left to him.

Qin Mingzhu had lived in this house for a long time, and he was too lazy to move because he had feelings. He didn't even change the fingerprint of the password.

Seeing Sheng Yingqi entering the house like the owner, changing shoes, and taking a bath in the bathroom of the master bedroom, Qin Mingzhu felt angry for a long time.

If he wasn't a ghost, he really wanted to beat him up.

Forget it, he still went to see his precious flowers.

Floating to the sunshine room, two pots of flowers taken care of by the entrusting person were unsurprisingly ruined. Qin Mingzhu felt a little distressed, and squatted on the ground, stroking the withered flower branches with her fingers.In fact, he couldn't touch it at all, and his fingers could only pass through the flowers again and again.

After a few times, Qin Mingzhu stopped touching, he just looked, stared straight.Although he is still here, he is indeed dead.

Die was not peaceful, he became a lonely ghost, and was tied to his mobile phone, forced to stay beside his ex-husband Sheng Yingqi.

Looking at the flowers, tears dripped uncontrollably.

In just two seconds, Qin Mingzhu raised her head restrainedly, wiped her face lightly with her finger, got up and floated to her study.He remembered that he had bought a few folklore books before, and wondered if any of them described his situation.

As soon as Qin Mingzhu floated into the study, the door of the study was opened, and Sheng Yingqi was outside the door.

All of Sheng Yingqi's clothes had been removed long ago, not one piece was left, Qin Mingzhu packed it himself, not even the towels Sheng Yingqi used to dry his hair were left behind, and all of them were sent away.

At this time, Sheng Yingqi had no clothes to wear, and Qin Mingzhu's bathrobe was specially made, which couldn't fit in his figure, so he wrapped his lower body with a towel.He walked into the study and began to look through the cabinets above the bookshelves.Qin Mingzhu at the side couldn't stop her, she could only watch.If he didn't leave, he also wanted to see what Sheng Yingqi was looking for.

After searching for almost half an hour, Sheng Yingqi seemed to have finally found what he wanted.

is a business card.

Sheng Yingqi stared at the business card for more than ten minutes before pressing numbers on the phone.

"Hello, this is Feng Tianshi's hotline. Five generations of Feng Tianshi's family have been engaged in fortune-telling, divination, I Ching, feng shui, ghost hunting, fortune-telling, etc. What do you want Feng Tianshi to do for you?"