Chapter 1839: He did it

"You can rest assured," Lu Yi raised his head and looked outside, his eyes warming a little.

"I will live long, long, and gray-haired, but no matter how old we are, I will always hold your hand and move towards the end and end of our lives."

Yan Huan closed his eyes, drawing on the warm body temperature on him, and the faint, unchanging smell of Kapok on him.

At this time, she began to calm down, maybe remember the man who had hurt her and hurt her, or she might be the last person in the world to remember him.

And she, forgive him.

Yan Huan put his hand into his pocket, then took a note from his body and put it in Lu Yi's palm,

"He told me."

It was said that there was everything I wanted to know. My mother's ashes were smashed by that person, and I was also the one who caught him, and the car accident between me and Xiaoguang was also made by him.

She became a vegetative and couldn't come back when she was close. Xiaoguang's eyes were also blind because of that person, because of him.

Lu Yi clenched the note in his hand, and the green bars on the back of his hand jumped up.

Yan Huan put his hand in his palm.

"We are all right and there will be no problems in the future."

"Well, nothing will happen," Lu Yi clenched Yan Huan's hand tightly, and also let her lean on his shoulder. He opened his palm, and there was a piece of paper in the palm, and there were handwritings on the paper. It's so beautiful, but it's also very messy. It can be seen. These words come from the hands of a man. The writing is very messy, but it can also be felt. The mentality of this person at the time of writing these, his heart is calm, at least when writing these, his heart is also unexpectedly calm.

"This is it?" Lei Qingyi took the note and looked at the words one by one. "It's here, it's no wonder. It's also a foreign bank. Maybe we have to go abroad again." ."

Lu Yi took the note, and it was clear that the note was as light as a feather, but he didn't know why, even letting him feel the weight of gold.

He exhaled heavily.

Finally, I want to know, who is that person?

And he hopes that he is not someone he knows, because no one can bear such consequences, nor can he afford such consequences. Yan Huan’s mother’s ashes were smashed, and Yan Huan was injected with drugs. , And those car accidents, he almost went to his wife and a son.

And Lei Qingyi’s actions are fast, and it’s no wonder that air tickets to that country have already been set up. It’s no wonder that it exists there. That country is a free-trade city. There are many people who don’t ask where the money came from. Take it there to save it, of course, it is also a place where a lot of ill-gotten wealth exists.

Lu Yi pressed a string of numbers. This is a long-term rental box here, and only one password can be opened here. The safe box will exist for a long time, as long as you can pay the expensive rent inside.

With the sound of the card, the safe was opened, and Lu Yi poured out a pile of things out of it.

There is a passbook, there are other things

"Huh, more than 7 billion!"

When Lei Qingyi looked at the number, he was a little silly and frightened. This brother Hua is really rich, but why he is a partial student who likes to do these things, maybe as he said, he has lived too empty It is said that even this one cigarette after another cannot satisfy his emptiness and loneliness, nor can he fill it. The more he becomes numb to the heart.

So he just likes to do this kind of thing.

Taste the results in danger, and after the danger again and again, there will be greater emptiness.

This kind of person is actually more than a physical illness, and his psychology is also accompanied by illness, or he is sick.

And Lei Qingyi can’t really call him Hua Hua now, and he can’t understand it. The one called Yan Huan, because the money was finally given to Yan Huan, and there is a ledger in it, which probably also recorded the money. The origins of the rest are roughly mentioned, and there is no more writing, so it is the perpetual calendar that Hua Ge can live close to. All the things he has done are very clean and neat, Otherwise, it is impossible to have so much business and so much money.

There is no mention in the front, but there are a few lists in the back, but the focus is on it.

After Lu Yi had seen it, his fingers on his side suddenly clenched with a hard fist. A pair of black eyes seemed to turn red but condensed.

Lei Qingyi hurriedly took those, and when he saw the account number, the name on it, and what he had done, he was also stunned there.

He rubbed his eyes a little and didn’t believe it

They all doubted, but doubts turned into doubts, but they never thought about that person. How could this be possible.

This is his daughter, his grandson.

And the above account is not someone else's, exactly, Ye Jianguo.

Digging the tomb of a woman of last name, smashed her ashes, how much money.

Catch a woman named Yan Huan, let her get poisoned, how much money

In a car accident, they lost a brother and how much.

Lei Qingyi's ears began to hurt, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be stabbed with nothing.

What should I do now? I haven't been living for a long time. Once again, such a turbulent wave has been set up, and Lei Qingyi's fingers holding the bills can't help but shake.

And he doesn't know how to solve this matter now.

Yan Huan will not let Ye Jianguo go, nor will the Lu family.

It wasn’t Yan Huan who could let go of Yan Huan’s mother’s ashes alone. There was also the last car accident, which was almost the same as Xiao Huan’s life, and Xiaoguang’s eyes.

Now they are okay, but if something really happens, who will pay for his life, who can pay for Xiaoguang's eyes, and who can take such responsibility.

Can Ye Jianguo, can he?

Does he have the ability?

He died a thousand times, ten thousand times, and it was impossible to eliminate those injuries, Xiaoguang had some blind eyes, and mother Yan’s things. This is what a person can do, but no matter how, how can it be done? If a dead man starts, how much hatred will it take to ruin a dead man.

Even if he harmed Yanhuan ten times and eight times, there was no such sentiment, making Yanhua painful and making Yanhuan unbearable.

That was no one else, it was her mother-in-law, she was no longer with her mother.

If someone else smashed Ye Rong’s ashes, or the granny Ye’s ashes, he would not hurt, whether it would be uncomfortable, or whether it would be better to die.