Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 202
Chapter 202 Huanhuan, you’ve been standing for a lon
Mo Shiqian’s eyes narrowed, his gaze fell on the person in charge sent by the prison, and a deep ironic sneer appeared on his lips, “Knife?”
In such a cold winter, layers of cold sweat leaked out of the prison guard’s forehead and back under the eyes of the man. “About the knife… we will definitely investigate it clearly and give the victim’s family an explanation.”
There is no doubt that such things as knives are never allowed in prisons.
It should not appear.
If there is no such kind of knives and guns that can directly lead to fatalities, whether it is hitting, strangling, pinching or even hitting a wall, with three people watching, it is basically unlikely that Chi Sad will be killed in prison.
The appearance of a knife capable of killing is either the “credit” of the prison guard or the fault of the prison guard.
But in either case, the prison is at fault.
Mo Shiqian’s eyes flashed indifferently, and his voice was even more chilly, “Explain that you really have to give it. People have caught it. I think this is a scum among your prison guards. If people can’t find it, I Just take you to court together-collectively use the rest of your life to explain.”
Fengxing leaned on the door frame and stood silently.
It is not difficult to find out this matter, nor is it difficult to find the murderer and responsible person.
The point is what Chi Huan thinks in his heart.
The death of my father is neither accidental nor natural death from old age or disease, but indirectly because of his own death. To put it in a popular way, people who are a little bit human will always have lumps in their hearts.
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Chi Huan followed the doctor and watched him lift the body covered with white cloth, revealing a pale, expressionless face.
The emotions that had been suppressed all the way finally collapsed in an instant. As soon as his eyes opened and closed, tears fell, silent but surging.
“Your father suffered multiple stab wounds at around 1:30 in the morning last night. One was near the heart. He lost too much blood and stopped breathing on the way to the hospital. Please be sorry.”
Chi Huan did not stay for a long time. When the original road turned back to the place where Mo Shi was waiting, she had stopped shed tears, but there were still dry tears on her face, and the red eye circles had not returned to her previous black and white. distinct.
Seeing her from a distance, the man immediately took long legs and walked over.
She stopped, looked up at his face, touched her face vigorously with her hand, adjusted her breathing, and then said in a weary and hoarse voice, “You go to work at the company… I will stay to deal with my dad. Things of cremation and burial.”
The man stared at her face impermeably with eyes that were as deep as ink, and he almost said after her words, “I will arrange it for you.”
Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, “I’ll do it myself…think about it, although I always think he is not a good and competent dad, but at any rate he has been raising me for more than ten years. On the contrary, I am the one who didn’t replace him. He did…”
She lowered her head, looked at her wringed fingers, and said lightly, “There will be no chance in the future. This is the last one, so I will do it myself.”
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, “Okay,” a word overflowed from his throat, but followed in a low voice, “I’ll be with you.”
Chi Huan pursed his lips without saying yes or bad, and walked past him with his head down.
Cremation, simple funeral, choose the tomb site and bury it.
These things are very cumbersome, but there are professionals who are solely responsible for the whole process basically smoothly.
Mo Shiqian didn’t intervene as she wished, but just as before they were together… Following her like a bodyguard, the process of burial in Chi An was handled by her personally.
Except for occasionally answering a few phone calls and walking a few meters away, he stayed with her all the time.
She was calm throughout the whole process, even methodical, and did not express too much grief.
Except for being too taciturn, there was almost no smile on his face.
On the day of the burial, it rained lightly, almost no rain, but the cold was unexpected.
Wearing a black coat and black boots, Chi Huan was also wearing a black scarf around her neck, quietly looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, she couldn’t tell what it felt like.
sad? Blame? resentment?
It seems that there is nothing, and it seems that all of them are mixed together and become blank, more and more weak, and at a loss.
The black umbrella held over her head, and the man’s low voice also sounded over her head, “Huanhuan, you have stood for a long time, let’s go back, eh?”
Chi Huan’s always soft voice seemed to be the only one left with a sigh. “I thought he was in jail at the age of fifty-one, he was in jail for ten years, and he was sixty-one when he came out. If I live to be 70 or 80 years old, there are still more than ten years, I should have a lot of money by then, at least let him spend his old age…”
She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelids drooped, and she was full of depression and helplessness.
The man hugged her into his arms from behind, tightening his arms, and his voice was as low as possible, as if from the deepest part of his throat, “I’m sorry.”
He hardly had any fear in his life, but from the beginning of receiving Xiao Yu’s call, he was afraid that she would blame him.
In the past few days, he watched her look like she was always quiet and silent, and the panic in his heart expanded unlimitedly.
Sometimes she even felt that she was reluctant to pay attention to him, and then she could just find a reason to talk to her. She would also look at him and talk to him, without blaming him.
But the anxiety is still accumulating. He would rather her cry hysterically, lose her temper, make trouble, and let it out.
She was silent, and he didn’t know what she was thinking.
Chi Huan lifted his head from his arms, looked at the man’s stern and handsome face under the black umbrella, stretched out his hand and gently stroked his outline, “Mo Shiqian…”
He looked down at her, stared at her closely, his pupils narrowed.
He held her like this, and she could clearly feel his tight body.
“I think……”
She didn’t say a word, the man in front of him suddenly withdrew the umbrella, threw it aside, then hugged her sideways, and walked outside the cemetery, “It’s too cold, come see your father next time, and go back in the car. , I will take you home to eat something, you haven’t eaten much these days.”
Chi Huan was held by him, with his arms on his shoulders, looking at his clear and handsome profile, his heart felt sore and sad.
He bowed his head and kissed her face again, and said in a low voice, “I will make it for you personally, eh? You will take a bath after eating and take a good night’s sleep.” She was silent, and then chin rested on his. On the shoulder, looking at the tombstone gradually going away, startled.
“Why did you throw the umbrella there? I can hold it.”
The man lowered his head, his face stuck to her, his voice was low, “It’s okay, it’s only a few minutes away, if it’s cold, you can take a bath when you go back, and you can eat dinner after the soak.”
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