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Chapter 118 Innocent Heart 6
On the way back from the orphanage, Yan Qing told what he saw.

Yan Xiuwen asked Xiao Zhang, "I asked you to find out how Dean Feng's son died unexpectedly. Have you found it?"

It was only now that Xiao Zhang remembered this incident. He patronized and caught the people in the orphanage for lying, so he forgot to say anything else.

"After checking, Feng An has asthma, and when he was sent to the hospital, he had no vital signs."

The car suddenly fell silent.

Combined with what Yan Qing saw in Xiaocheng's consciousness, after that hide-and-seek, Feng An didn't show up again, most likely because he was locked in the room and his asthma attack was not treated in time, so he passed away.

If this is the case, then Dean Feng's intentions are indeed murderous towards the three children of Xiaocheng.

...

When he returned to Yan's house, Yan Qing had already fallen asleep in the car.

It's only past nine o'clock in the evening, which is far from the time when she usually gets sleepy.
Yan Xiuwen's eyes stayed on her face for a moment, and saw that her face was still a little pale, which showed that the formation just now had a considerable influence on her.

His palm fell on Yan Qing's forehead and stayed there for a moment.

Yan Qing in his sleep only felt a coolness wandering through his body, and he slowly engulfed himself in it, the coolness was very comfortable, and gradually smoothed away the original dryness and turbulent Qi and blood.

Yan Qing, who felt that he was about to be completely immersed in this coolness, realized something was wrong, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Yan Xiuwen's hand couldn't be pulled away in time, but was grabbed by Yan Qing who suddenly woke up.

The four eyes met, and the vigilance in her eyes did not dissipate. Looking at Yan Xiuwen in front of her, she asked in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you?"

Yan Xiuwen's gaze couldn't be avoided at all, and Yan Qing's hand was still tightly held, and he couldn't pull it away.

After a while, facing Yan Qing's unyielding attitude, Yan Xiuwen asked back, "Who could I be?"

Yan Qing was slightly taken aback, from the time he saw Yan Xiuwen, he was Yan Xiuwen, if he wasn't Yan Xiuwen, who else could he be?

But my own feelings are always right. The Yan Xiuwen I got along with recently has some subtle differences in feeling from the Yan Xiuwen I met at the beginning.

Could it be that there are two Yan Xiuwen?

But Yan Shu had never mentioned that there was a fourth child in the Yan family.

The tone of the two men was quite peaceful, but there was a sense of tension between their eyes.

At this moment, the car window was knocked, and Yan Zhen's voice came in from outside the car, "Is anyone in there? If there is no one, I will ask the housekeeper to move the car."

I saw Yan Zhen's big face pressed against the car window, trying to see if there was anyone inside, but the car window was protected from peeping, so he couldn't see anything.

The two people in the car: "..."

Yan Qing could only let go of Yan Xiuwen's hand.

When the two got out of the car, Yan Zhen who appeared out of time was puzzled, "Uncle, what are you two doing in the car? You haven't come down for a long time."

Yan Qing glanced at him, again wondering how Yan Zhen got into Yunda.

The two walked into the gate of Yan's house, leaving Yan Zhen alone at the door to blow the wind, and no one paid any attention to him.

In the living room, Yan Shu was lying on the sofa watching TV. Yan Zhen patted her on the shoulder from behind, looked at the two people upstairs who entered the room, and asked in a low voice, "Did you notice that Uncle and Yan Qing are a little strange?" .”

Yan Shu never listened to half of what Yan Zhen said.

She didn't turn her head back, "Why is it strange?"

Yan Zhen didn't feel perfunctory either, "When I went downstairs several times at night, I saw Sister Ah Qing cooking noodles for my uncle, but she had never cooked for me before!"

Yan Shu took an apple and ate it, "My sister cooks noodles for my uncle, a bowl costs 5000 yuan, can you afford it?"

Yan Zhen rubbed his chin, "I really can't afford it..."

At first, I thought the sister's asking price was already outrageous, but I didn't expect that sister's asking price was even more outrageous.

Yan Zhen shook her head again and again, my uncle was really taken advantage of.

"No, no, I just want to say, just now I saw my uncle and the others in the car at the door, and they didn't get out for a long time. I asked and ignored me. You can analyze what's going on for me."

He patted Yan Shu on the shoulder several times in succession.

Yan Shu: "Maybe I think you are too noisy and I don't want to talk to you."

Yan Zhen frowned suddenly, "Don't be perfunctory to me."

Hearing this, Yan Shu finally turned around, glanced at him, and was surprised, "I didn't expect you to be able to tell that I'm just playing tricks on you!"

Yan Zhen: "?"

Are you that stupid?
...

The next day, Dean Feng was taken to the bureau for questioning.

"Feng Mingcui, we found out that your son died of an asthma attack 17 years ago. May I ask how did your son have an accident that day?"

When mentioning her deceased son, Dean Feng was obviously depressed, and after a long while, she spoke slowly.

"I have studied, and I used to teach those children to read in the courtyard. My husband is busy on weekdays, so I usually take my son to the orphanage."

"That day he was playful, ran to the room where the sundries were stored in the backyard, locked himself and couldn't get out. I was busy at the time, thinking he was playing with other children..."

Tears silently fell from the corners of Dean Feng's eyes, she raised her hand to wipe the tears off her face, her voice choked up, "I didn't expect something happened to him..."

"By the time it was sent to the hospital, it was beyond recovery."

Xiao Zhang frowned, "Didn't your son bring any medicine with him?"

He asked the people in the hospital that generally asthmatic patients carry medicine with them to prevent the onset of the disease, and for younger patients, their parents will also teach them the medicine.

Feng An was already nine years old when the accident happened, and his parents must have taught him how to take medicine when he got sick.

Dean Feng covered his face and wept, "When he was fighting with other children, he accidentally dropped the medicine outside and didn't take it with him..."

Recalling what happened to his son 17 years ago, Dean Feng remembered almost every detail clearly, which makes people think deeply.

At the end of the interrogation, Dean Feng came out of the interrogation room, just in time to meet Yan Qing who was following Yan Xiuwen.

Seeing Yan Qing, the moment her eyes met, she remembered what Yan Qing said when she was in the orphanage.

"Has Dean Feng ever added anything to the white paper?"

The girl's eyes were clear and her voice was very flat, but it made people flustered, as if the secret hidden in her heart had been easily peeped at.

The moment they passed by, she was inexplicably nervous, her hands suddenly clenched into fists, and her fingertips tightly pinched the flesh of her palm.

Until she left the police station, she was still in the fear of being peeped into her heart just now.

...

Xiao Zhang: "This Feng Mingcui, she still remembers the details of the day her son died 17 years ago. She was so sad just now, which shows how much she loves her son. If she knew that Feng An was locked up by three other children What just happened in the house, how could I let those three children go."

(End of this chapter)