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After pushing the person down, Xiang Yang turned her head to stabilize her mood and began to tidy up her things. She was confused and didn't know what to do.

Jiang Yuanzhou stood up, swept the dust on his body, and continued to follow behind Xiangyang to help clean up. No matter how many times he was pushed down, he didn't resist and avoid, as if the only way to make him feel at ease.

"Jiang Yuanzhou, what do you mean?"

Jiang Yuanzhou who followed behind gave Xiangyang a lot of invisible pressure. She looked at the man who had changed a lot recently with a tired look. The weakness of her eyes was still captured by Jiang Yuanzhou.

He slowed down and his voice softened a lot: "I just want to help pack up."

"I don't need your help at all."

Xiangyang put the porcelain on the floor and forced himself to calm down and take a deep breath: "I ask you to tell me the truth. Does my father's death have anything to do with you?"

Jiang Yuanzhou didn't speak. His eyes were calm. Xiangyang, who had been with him for so long, certainly saw the meaning of his eyes. Did he refuse to answer?

When she collapsed, she sat down on the floor and burst into tears. Jiang Yuanzhou took people into his arms. Different from the past, this time he did not comfort her in words, and Xiangyang did not quickly push him away.

Emotions come and go quickly. When emotions stabilize, take a deep breath to the sun to push people away and wipe the tears off their faces with sleeves.

She turned her back to Jiang Yuanzhou, bit her lower lip and put things into the woven bag.

This time, Jiang Yuanzhou helped again. Xiang Yang didn't stop him, but turned a blind eye to his help.

Xiangyang picks up some things that are meaningful to Xiang Zhenyu or her. In total, there is only a small woven bag. The weight is not heavy. Xiangyang can carry it alone.

"I'll get it!"

Jiang Yuanzhou grabbed the bag in Xiangyang's hand, put it in his hand, and put aside Xiangyang's eyes. Today is his best time in the past two days.

Because no one lived in the house, Xiangyang locked the doors and windows. She didn't want any deviation in the memory. This is the place where she and her father have common memories.

"Are you ready? I was in the car for a while. " Lucina's voice had a trace of hoarseness, which was different from the hoarseness of illness.

Xiangyang is keenly aware of her changes. Is this the voice of crying?

With this trace of doubt, she pretended not to care and glanced at Lucina. She really saw that Lucina's eyes were red, tears were still hanging in the corners of her eyes, and there were two lines of water stains on her cheeks.

And she just subconsciously pursed her mouth. This action looks very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"We're back."

Jiang Yuanzhou's disturbing sound and prompt sound asked Lucina to pack up her emotions, "I've lost my temper. Xiangyang, don't you mind?"

Xiangyang looked thoughtfully at the scenery outside the window and turned a deaf ear to their conversation. She only succeeded in one of the two purposes of coming to the villa. Her heart was heavy at the thought of this.

"There are a lot of things. What are they?"

Although she just told Jiang Yuanzhou that Xiang Qing was dead and she was only Lucina now, when she saw such a big bag of things, she couldn't help but wonder if there was anything about her in it.

Xiangyang kept silent and the car moved forward smoothly. Except for the first few words, Lucina didn't speak and there was no sound in the car.

The noon sun was particularly dazzling, but the hot temperature could not warm the sunny and cold heart. In her eyes, the huge villa was no longer a warm home, but more like a cage, locking her in it.

The maid opened the door for Xiangyang. When she was trying to take the heavy bag in her hand, she dodged: "I'll take it myself."

"Lunch is ready. Please go to the restaurant first."

"I see."

For Jiang Yuanzhou and Lucina, Xiangyang may still have some resentment, but not for the little maid. She doesn't like to vent her anger at will.

Xiangyang put the bag in the living room for the time being. He washed his hands. Before eating, he heard that the manager was on the phone. His face was not good-looking.

"Madam, it's the police station."

Xiangyang's heart beat faster inexplicably. Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Yuanzhou and saw his extremely calm appearance. He was confused: "hello."

"Hello, madam. I'm Chen Cheng from sunshine police station. This call is to explain the case to you." The two-day investigation allowed the police to thoroughly study the video of Xiang Zhenyu's car accident. The conclusion was that no abnormality was found.

Although the sixth sense tells them that things are not so simple, if there is no evidence, there is no evidence. The investigation still needs to speak with facts.

"Officer Chen, please go ahead."

Xiangyang took a deep breath, and her hands trembled inexplicably. She had a rare panic on her face. She clenched her fists and forced herself to calm down.

"After our two-day investigation, Mr. Xiang's car accident was an accident. The truck driver's brake was broken, so he hit Mr. Xiang's vehicle at the intersection. At present, the police have filed a case. We'll follow up when the results are available. Do you have any questions about the case?"

Xiangyang's face is blank. The brake is broken? Is it that simple?

"Miss Xiang, can you hear me? "To miss?"

"I'm here! Thank you, officer Chen. " Xiangyang stopped a little and continued: "there is no doubt?"

"No!" Just because it was a little too perfect, the people of the police station launched an investigation. They didn't want anything and couldn't find it.

"Thank you."

Xiangyang mockingly hung up the phone. At this time, her heart was empty. As soon as she put the plane aside, the housekeeper took over immediately. She knew this was Jiang Yuanzhou's meaning.

"What did the police say?"

Xiangyang sneered: "don't you already know?"

What accident? She didn't believe it. Looking at the woven bag in the corner of the living room, Xiang Yang asked again, "I just want to know the truth."

"Didn't the police tell you just now? What else do you want to know? "

"I want to know the last phone call my father told you before the car accident. What did you say?"

"This has nothing to do with the case!"

Before the time came, Jiang Yuanzhou could not say or dare not say, for fear of accidents.

Xiangyang, regardless of others on the scene, knelt down directly to Jiang Yuanzhou: "do you want me to kneel down for you and tell me?"

"What are you doing? Get up. " Jiang Yuanzhou helped the man up from the floor half hard.

"You tell me, what did you say?"

After much consideration, Jiang Yuanzhou decided to remain silent: "I didn't say anything! Believe it or not. "

Xiangyang's tears are painful, but he is helpless. No one knows what that feeling is better than Jiang Yuanzhou.

"Don't think too much, have a good rest!"

Xiangyang sneers. She can't afford to care.