Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

Xing Rushi walked out of the company and stopped a taxi to take care of Li Muran in the hospital. On the way, she received a call from Wang Liping.

"Poetry Your dad, he Dead... " Wang Liping's voice was full of sobs, and her speech was also intermittent. Xing Rushi thought about it for a long time before she understood it.

In a flash, Xing Rushi couldn't hear anything. She looked at the front with empty eyes. Her mobile phone slipped from her palm and made a dull sound in the car.

The driver saw Xing Rushi in the rearview mirror and called her for a long time before she came back to her senses. The phone had been shut down for a long time.

"Sorry, please go to 178 Phoenix Road."

The driver did not say a word, turned the front of the car and went to the destination.

It's only half an hour, but Xing Rushi feels like it's been a whole spring and autumn. It's too long to bear.

There has always been an idea in the mind constantly told her, must be Wang Liping wrong, always smart Xing Zhengqian how can so easily die.

Seeing that she was getting closer to her home, Xing Rushi felt that she had grasped the leather cover of the car chair and her knuckles were white, which showed how much strength she had used.

When she paid to get off the bus, she found that the white mark on the leather cover had been caught by herself. She paid the money in a hurry and strode to her home.

The door bumped into the wall and made a dull noise. Seeing the policeman sitting inside, Xing Rushi was stunned for a moment, but he still tried to squeeze out a smile. "Mom, what you just said on the phone is deceitful. How can he die?"

Wang Liping turned her head and looked at her. Her eyes were red and her face was pale.

"Shishi, your father He is really dead... "

With that, Wang Liping began to sob in a low voice. Her tears were rolling down along with the contour of her cheek.

As the saying goes, one day husband and wife have a hundred days' grace. Even if he does something sorry for them, how can she really not talk about his life or death?

With a bang, Xing Rushi's satchel fell on the ground, and her whole person seemed to be decadent. Her feet were soft and she leaned against the door frame.

No matter how much she once resented Xing Zhengqian, when she learned of his death, her hands and feet were still cold, her head was all in a mess, and she could not hear the sound around her.

"How can he? How can he die? He's still alive until now." She could only feel the salty liquid rolling into her mouth, full of bitter taste.

Two policemen see two people's appearance, look at each other, the voice also has a bit can't bear.

"You two, please mourn. You can't be reborn after death."

Hearing their voices, Xing Rushi took a deep breath, lifted her head, closed her eyes and forced her tears back.

All along, she thought that her hatred of Xing Zhengqian could make her indifferent to all his affairs. Can really experience, to understand that family is into the blood of the feelings, is not to be erased.

"Xing Zhengqian How did you die? " Even though there was still some shaking in her voice, Xing Rushi was extremely calm. She bent down to pick up the bag and walked in the direction of Wang Liping.

But she knew that if she didn't use all her strength to walk, she couldn't take a step at all.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Liping leaned against her and wept silently.

"Mr. Xing committed suicide by jumping off a building. Today we are just here to record a confession."

Xing Rushi didn't say much. She patted Wang Liping's hand and fixed her eyes on the two policemen. She was very aware of her mother's feelings for her father, so she didn't want her to bear it any more.

"If you have anything, you can ask me."

The two policemen nodded, agreed to come down, and simply asked about some things about Xing Zhengqian before.

The usual fleeting time, in this moment has become particularly long.

Xing Rushi is glad that the two children are not at home, but also some regret. If those things had not happened, Xing Zhengqian must have been a good grandfather, but he had never met two children.

"Wang Liping, open the door for me!"

Time jumped to four o'clock sharp, but outside the door sounded a violent knock, and the woman's cry. For this voice, Xing Rushi is naturally familiar with, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, eyes flashed a trace of hate.

"Qin Yuhua, what is she doing here?"

Wang Liping is soft-natured. She takes a look at Xing Rushi and signals her to open the door. After all, Qin Yuhua is also deeply in love with her husband.

"Poetry Open the door and let her in. "

Although Xing Rushi didn't want to see Qin Yuhua at this time, she didn't want to disobey Wang Liping's request and opened the door.

"Wang Liping, you have to give me a statement today. He died of money! You also have an unshirkable responsibility! "

She couldn't help but go in and saw two policemen sitting on the sofa.