Master Fu's metaphysical wife is out of the circle

There are sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in the courtyard of the hospital. When the autumn wind blows, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees bloom and fall to the ground. The fragrance spreads for miles.

Yan Zhen likes to sit on the bench in the yard and rest. Occasionally when he is bored, he will chat with his fellow patients and play chess. His life is not boring at all.

But before her injury had healed, news of Fu Shenglin's death came from the Fu family.

On the day Yan Zhen was discharged from the hospital, the entire Fu family was immersed in an atmosphere of indescribable sadness, especially the old man. He sat alone in the room holding his son's ashes, looking out the French window with tears in his eyes.

Fu Yan asked to see him several times before the housekeeper allowed him to enter the old man's room.

When the old man saw him, his eyes were as cold as if he wanted to kill someone: "I always thought that your sixth uncle was the most cruel, but I didn't expect that the most cruel person in our family is you."

"I have already cut off his source of income and sent him back to Rongshan to be imprisoned. You are not satisfied yet. You actually want his life directly. He is also your elder after making many mistakes. You have no respect for your elders. What qualifications do you have to inherit my Fu family's family business?"

Although the old man is old, he never admits that he is old.

In his eyes, the children of the Fu family have not grown up. As long as he is around, the children will always be children.

What bad thoughts can a child have?

He always felt that he knew his children and grandchildren very well.

But now I know that all the children have big ideas and don't even blink when they kill each other.

Fu Yan's hands in his sleeves clenched and unclenched. He sighed softly and explained: "I did have plans to do this, but Yan Zhen persuaded me to take your feelings into consideration, so I gave up."

He looked at the old man's back and said very seriously: "Uncle Liu's death has nothing to do with me. If you don't believe me, you can go and investigate. I will cooperate with you."

After hearing these words, the old man walked slowly and turned the chair.

He sent the white-haired man to the black-haired man, his heart felt tight, and he looked at Fu Yan with red eyes.

Fu Yan didn't shy away from it either. The two looked at each other, one looking at him and the other calmly.

After a long time, the old man sighed: "What you said may be true or false. I don't have a full surname. Didn't I say that people will turn into spirits after death? You ask Yan Zhen to come over and find a way. I want to see my son... …”

The last time I saw Fu Shenglin, he was kneeling on the ground begging him, saying that he didn't want to go to Rongshan.

If he had known that he would die if he was sent to Rongshan, if he had known that it would be the last time, he should have been kinder and treated him better.

Now that his son is gone, the old man feels not only sad but also full of guilt.

Fu Yan didn't say anything more. He was upright and was not afraid of the shadows slanting. That's it. If the old man believed it, he would naturally believe it. If he didn't believe him, even if he told the truth, the old man would doubt him.

The housekeeper quickly went to invite Yan Zhen.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

She was wearing loose home clothes and stood in front of the old man.

After staying in the hospital for more than a month, although Fu Yan took care of her every step of the way, her appetite was not good and she still lost a lot of weight.

My leg has not fully recovered and I still have a slight limp when I walk.

The old man glanced at her coldly, without saying a word of concern, and asked directly: "I heard that you can let living people say goodbye to their dead relatives. Is it true?"

Yan Zhen nodded, threw out the ten soul summoning talismans in his hand, and then waved his hand. Mr. Fu only felt his eyes hurt.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Fu Shenglin standing there at the door of the room with a sad face.

The father and son looked at each other, and the old man's red eyes gradually became moist, and the pain suppressed in his heart seemed to surge out at this moment.He walked to the door with trembling legs and apologized to Fu Shenglin: "Son, I'm sorry. It's all dad who's sorry for you. You're used to being idle. Dad shouldn't have sent you back to your ancestral home and made you lose your freedom..."

Fu Shenglin also started crying. He knew that he didn't have much time, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard to the old man: "Dad, I'm sorry, I have been doing nothing all my life, and I have made you worry about it all my life. When I grow up, I will be Lard has blinded the mind and wants to kill people..."

At this point, he started to sob and cry loudly, "It's all my fault. I was obsessed with ghosts. This is all my retribution. It's a pity that I can no longer stay by your side in the future. I will fulfill my filial piety to you. You must Be good and live a long life..."

At this point, the old man was already covering his chest in sadness.

Yan Zhen was afraid that he would fall, so he rushed forward to help him.

Unexpectedly, the old man pushed her away angrily, as if she was the perpetrator, which was annoying.

Yan Zhen no longer approached him shamelessly. She knew that the old man had lost his son at this moment, but she, Yan Zhen, was still alive.

She was the cause of this incident, and the old man obviously regarded her as the culprit.

Favoritism and favoritism are both unreasonable.

So Yan Zhen didn't intend to defend herself. She stood aside coldly, waiting for Mr. Fu and Fu Shenglin to finish talking. When she was preparing a piece of talisman to send Fu Shenglin on the road, he suddenly turned to Yan Zhen and said: Kneel down.

"Yan Zhen, everything is my fault. I hope that for the sake of my father suffering the pain of losing his son, you won't argue too much with him. I am willing to bear all the consequences. What I owe you can only be paid back in the next life. .”

That’s it!Why bother with a dead man?

Yan Zhen accepted Fu Shenglin's apology, nodded and said, "Don't worry! I will take good care of grandpa in the future. I will behave well when I go down there and try to make my next life smoother."

Some people are destined to suffer.

Even if you are reborn in the richest man's family, you still won't be happy.

After sending Fu Shenglin away, the old man was so sad that he almost fainted. After the family doctor arrived, he kicked everyone out of the room.

There were whispers in the hall outside, and they were all pointing at Yan Zhen.

"Have you heard? Mr. Six's death seems to be related to Yan Zhen?"

"Before, we all thought that Mr. Six was the most vicious and would kill people if he took action. Now it seems that Yan Zhen is the most vicious."

"That is, the old man has dealt with it and sought justice for her, but she still insists on taking other people's lives. The old man has been in poor health these years. I don't know if he can withstand such a heavy blow."

The answer is obvious.

The old man held his son's ashes and locked himself in the room. Everyone could see that he was really sad, sad and helpless.

As a family, the palms and backs of hands are all flesh.

It just happens that you have to fight to the death.

The old man knew who the murderer was but did nothing, preferring to suffer the consequences.

The old man is the one who suffers the most.

Everyone thinks so.

Yan Zhen forced Fu Shenglin to death and made the old man sick. Everyone looked at her more directly.

Some people even cursed in a low voice in a voice that Yan Zhen could hear: "Murderer! Harmful person."