Fu Nanli lowered his hand: "the situation is complicated. I can't make it clear to you at the moment."
Wenjo's situation was too complicated, but if he said it, it would be like an excuse for her.
It's better not to say so.
Ye minqiu frowned: "Nanli, can you wake up a little bit?"
Fu Nanli's eyes were tired: "I'm sorry, I'll go back first. Let's talk about something later."
Ye minqiu grabbed his wrist: "go back? This is your home. Where are you going
Fu Nanli's eye color surges: "Mom, can you, don't be too hard on me?"
Free from ye minqiu's hand, Fu Nanli left the study.
Ye minqiu slapped the table in a chagrin, her eyes complicated.
Fu Nanli came out, and the snow stopped outside. It was cold. The car was traveling along the French Wutong trail. In winter, the leaves were all gone, and it looked a little desolate.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of the villa.
Qin Bei stopped him: "young master, your face..."
Fu Nanli knew that his mother's two slaps were very heavy, and now there is a seal.
He did not care about this, went upstairs, Wenqiao was not as trance as a few days ago, she stood in front of the French window, her back was a little sad and lonely.
She has always been calm and rational. The death of her boyfriend's father is directly caused by her. What kind of suffering should she experience in her heart?
Wenjo clenched her fist tightly. The sky was dark and her face was reflected on the French window.
She suddenly closed her eyes. She could not bear such a self. She did not know how to face him.
Today is his father's funeral, and she watched him leave.
She watched him get on the bus and actually wanted to go with him, but he didn't ask to take her. She knew that a sinner like her was not qualified to appear at the funeral.
She heard the footsteps and turned her head to see Fu Nanli. For a moment, her voice was hoarse and she didn't know what to say.
As she got closer, she saw fingerprints on his cheek and even a little skin cut.
Ye minqiu wore a ring on his finger and accidentally scratched his face.
She raised her hand and touched his face: "what's the matter?"
Fu Nanli took her hand: "it's OK."
He says it's OK. Wenjo can't believe it's really OK.
He is such a person, even if he has suffered anything, he is always in the heart, and death can not be declared to the mouth.
After all, who dares to beat Fu?
Only his mother and grandfather.
Under what circumstances did he get beaten?
Wenjo's heart broke, so his mother and grandfather knew the truth.
And he, for her sake, carried all this.
"Then go and take a bath."
When he came out of the bath, there was no one in the room.
"Joel..." There was no answer. There was a note on the bedside table.
[I'm going home first. You're tired recently. Have a good rest]
Fu Nanli's heart trembled. He called her and no one answered, so he sent a text message [don't go anywhere, just stay at home. ]
Wenqiao didn't answer the text message. She sat in the chair at her desk, looked at the message he sent, and pressed her hand on her temple.
[got it]
her mood is a little complicated. She holds a pen in her hand and writes and draws on the paper aimlessly.
There was nothing unusual about her.
Three days later, ye minqiu finally let the people below investigate clearly. Wenqiao was at the scene at that time, and it was she who beat Xianyuan to serious injury and finally sent to the hospital and died.
There's nothing more to say.