Chapter 28

Pei Qingle was in the company for an afternoon. When he got home, he saw that there was nothing wrong with Lu Wenhua's face. He was just reluctantly relieved.

She had no appetite, so she said she was not feeling well and went back to the bedroom first.

"Ha ha, you really think you are the old Miss Pei? Who is your face? I don't know how grateful I am to make you a meal? " Xiao Weiwei raised her eyebrows and sneered.

"Weiwei, Qingle is uncomfortable." Lu Wenhua said with gentle wind and drizzle.

Xiao Weiwei disdain of cold hum, from the bottom of my heart look down on these two people.

Pei Qingle's eyes were chilly, but he could not attack on the spot. He could only say in a low tone: "I'm sorry."

She said, then went back to her bedroom, the moment the door closed, a deep breath.

No matter it's home or company, she needs to wear a mask. Sometimes she can't tell which one is the real one.

It was only in this small, dark room that belonged to her that she felt secure for a short time.

Pei Qingle lies on the bed, subconsciously touching his lips, thinking of Gu Linhan's light laughter and the warmth left on her lips.

She began to panic for no reason.

Why do you think of a man so often?

She suffered a loss in her feelings, which also made her a murderer, leaving Pei's family in the hands of outsiders and her father locked up in the hospital.

It's impossible to be moved.

What's more, Gu Linhan is already Xiao Weiwei's fiance.

Pei Qingle comforts herself. She may just be grateful.

After all, it was Gu Linhan who helped himself in these two times.

There is Gu Mingrui, the little guy's warm smile, soft and sweet words, always thinking about her that heart, like her little angel.

Pei Qingle relaxed a little and fell asleep.

That night, Gu Linhan came to the study alone.

He took out a picture and put it in his hand, which had been bearing the traces of years.

The picture shows a woman with a bright smile.

Gu Linhan looked the picture over and over many times before putting it up. He turned on his computer again and stared at all the information about Pei Qingle that Li Jiangyuan had collected.

The most prominent one was the murder six years ago.

's face was as like as two peas. Li Jiangyuan found the original picture of the dead with great care. He was just like the woman he had just taken in his photo.

The night is getting deeper and deeper. Now it is early autumn. Even the night wind brings a trace of coldness and blows to Gu Lin's cold body through the glass.

But he didn't even frown, his face did not change, and his eyes were fixed on the picture of Pei Qingle on the computer.

After a long time, he rubbed his painful forehead, turned off the computer, and sighed leisurely.

...

the next day, Pei Qingle did not go to the company, but went to the hospital accompanied by Lu Wenhua to visit his father lying in bed.

She thought of seeing her father lying in hospital bed for the first time after she got out of prison. All the guilt almost made her collapse. She knelt beside the bed, crying and almost fainted.

She cried and said that she wanted to take her father home to take care of her. Lu Wenhua made various excuses to refuse, saying that the hospital conditions and environment were good, and there were special people to take care of her.

But she knew that Lu Wenhua actually monitored his father. As long as his father was still in the hospital, both she and Pei's family were under Lu Wenhua's control.

At that time, Lu Wenhua accompanied her closely and said: "you can rest assured that this is the best hospital in the city. Uncle Pei has professional people to take care of here. "

Pei Qingle remembered that he could only hold his fist fiercely and even said thank you against his heart.

This hopeless, suffocating sense of powerlessness, let her even now, as long as walk to the hospital door, her hands still can't help shivering.

The people in the hospital saw that they were coming, so they came out to entertain them.

Miss Pei Lu, the chief nurse, said, "I'm busy? Ah, I've never seen such a nice man as Mr. Lu. Miss Pei, you don't know. During your absence, Mr. Lu often comes to see chairman Pei! "

Pei Qingle hung up a grateful smile and took a deep look at Lu Wenhua.

"It's all my duty. Uncle Pei is Qingle's father. I love Qingle and promised that Qingle would take good care of my uncle. Naturally, I can't break my promise."

Lu Wenhua smiles and waves his hand, which makes the nurse look at him with more admiration.

Pei Qingle sneered in his heart. If he hadn't seen through his true face, I'm afraid he would be cheated by this realistic acting skill.

But for one thing, she felt strange.

Lu Wenhua seems to be very afraid of her meeting her father. Today, Lu Wenhua should have something to do, but he has to accompany her to come.

Pei Qingle doesn't believe in intimacy and tenderness.

She only felt that Lu Wenhua seemed to be hiding something, for fear that she would find something.Outside the ward, Pei Qingle took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She saw her father who was relying on nutrition to support her life. Her nose was sour and her tears began to flow out.

Her mother died of dystocia. From childhood to adulthood, her father was both a father and a mother. Even though she was busy with Pei's work, she was never distracted from pampering and taking care of her.

She has no maternal love, but double father love.

As long as it is her request, is her fancy, father will try his best to satisfy her.

The father said that she was his little princess and wanted to give her the best.

So even if she chose Lu Wenhua, her father was not satisfied, but she also arranged work for Lu Wenhua, just to make Lu Wenhua treat her well.

What happened?

Pei Qingle pinched her hand fiercely. Her nails almost pierced her palm. She tried her best to suppress her hatred, but her red eyes and trembling body made her look as if she had just climbed out of hell.

Lu Wenhua saw something was wrong, and Weiwei frowned: "Qingle, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Qingle didn't want him to find something wrong. She turned around and hugged Lu Wenhua. Her voice was crying, but her eyes were full of hatred.

"I feel sorry for my father, I'm sorry for you, but... It's because I'm too headstrong and I'm too impulsive that makes my father look like this."

Sure enough, Lu Wenhua's body suddenly froze.

Pei Qingle sneers. When he mentions things six years ago, Lu Wenhua will feel guilty.

"Qingle, it's not your fault. You were too young at that time. It's also that I didn't handle that relationship well. Don't blame yourself too much. In fact, it's all my fault. "

Lu Wenhua hypocritical words let Pei Qingle nausea, almost uncontrollable about to vomit out.

The more he escaped in this way, the more she believed that it was not her who killed the woman, but the hypocritical man she was holding.

One day, when she finds out the evidence, she will return her sufferings, hundreds and thousands of times!