Lay Down My Bad Husband

"Yes, sir." Li Zheng paused for a moment and then asked, "well What should we do with the dead man? "

"How many people now know that Lin Haotian is not the one who died?"

"Except for you and me, only the two staff members of the funeral home know." Li Zheng has been with a man for so many years. Naturally, he is quite cautious.

The man nodded faintly, and then took a cigarette, a cigarette, soon burned half, "block the news, continue to deal with the future."

"Yes."

"Mom."

In the bedroom, when the man left, a clear and tender voice like an angel came from the door. Lin Ziyi looked in the direction of the door. It was not her little angel, and who was it.

Inexplicably, her eyes suddenly became moist again, but she tried hard to hold back the tears.

The little guy spread his feet and rushed into Lin Ziyi's arms. Seeing her red and swollen eyes, he didn't mention any words that made Lin Ziyi sad. He only held Lin Ziyi's hand with a needle. His expression was unbearably sad and said, "does mother's injection hurt very much?"

Lin Ziyi nodded, "yes! Mother has been afraid of injections since she was a child. "

"Then I'll help my mother blow and it won't hurt." As like as two peas, the little fellow held the appropriate hand of the forest to gently blow the warm air on his lips.

Just then, the cell phone in the little guy's pocket rang. It was Lin Ziyi's cell phone.

The little guy took out his mobile phone and looked at Lin Ziyi, "it's the godmother who called."

Lin Ziyi nodded and took the phone.

"Hello, Lin Ziyi, where are you? are you all right? How is uncle Lin? " As soon as the phone was connected, Xie Xiaolin's voice of concern came over.

Lin Ziyi's nose was very sour, but he tried hard to hold back his tears. He tried to make his voice flat and said, "I'm ok. Xiaoxi and I are in the presidential palace."

Xie Xiaolin on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved and asked, "what about Uncle Lin? Is he all right

Lin Ziyi is holding a mobile phone, silent and unable to speak.

"Hey, Lin Ziyi, is something wrong with Uncle Lin?" Xie Xiaolin is one of the people who know Lin Ziyi best. She knows what her silence means.

Lin Ziyi thin lips slightly moved, nodded, and finally said, "my father, he's gone."

--He's gone?

Xie Xiaolin on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned. When she reflected what these three words meant, her eyes turned red and tears welled up.

After a moment of silence, Xie Xiaolin said, "Lin Ziyi, can I go to the presidential palace to see you?"

Lin Ziyi pondered for a moment and nodded, "OK."

At the other end of the line, Xie Xiaolin hung up, immediately turned off her computer, grabbed her bag and rushed out of the office. It's very good. Now it's past work time. There are few people in the company except security guards. Xie Xiaolin doesn't worry that she will bump into others in such a hurry, and she doesn't worry that she can't get on the elevator.

The elevator goes underground quickly all the way, when the elevator "Ding Dong..." As soon as the elevator door rings slowly, Xie Xiaolin rushes out of the elevator. Without paying attention, she bumps into an Yize, who just came out of the elevator for the president.

An Yize is tall and tall. Xie Xiaolin didn't notice him at all. After hitting an Yize, "Ouch!" With a sound, he was bounced away, staggered back two steps, and then fell down on the ground.

"Who is it! Can't you watch when you walk? " Xie Xiaolin's painful eyes turned red again. She didn't see who was in front of her. She just sat on the floor and rubbed her buttocks, complaining that she was about to fall in two.

An Yize looks at Xie Xiaolin, who fell on the floor in front of her. She Stoops to pick up her bag and hands it to her. "Miss Xie, are you ok?"

Because Xie Xiaolin is Lin Ziyi's friend, an Yize politely calls her "Miss Xie..." out of respect for Lin Ziyi's friend

Xie Xiaolin listened to the familiar voice, looked at the slender and white fingers holding her bag in front of her, looked at the expensive man's hand-made suit in front of her, and then looked up. Suddenly, the whole person was stunned.

"Always President Xie Xiaolin responded, swallowed her saliva and said hello. Then she quickly got up from the ground and forgot the pain.

An Yize handed Xie Xiaolin's bag to her again. Xie Xiaolin noticed that she immediately reached for her bag and said, "thank you."

An Yi Ze Yang Yang lips, "are you ok? Why do you leave work so late? "

Xie Xiaolin smiles and dares not look up at an Yize. She replies, "I'm ok, because there are a lot of things on hand today, so I've added classes."

An Yize nodded faintly and saw that Xie Xiaolin didn't seem to have anything to do, and didn't say anything more. He just turned around and strode away.Seeing that an Yize left with her legs raised, Xie Xiaolin was relieved and stood in the same place, waiting for him to walk away, and then she left.

However, an Yize just took two steps, then suddenly stopped, looked back at Xie Xiaolin and asked, "by the way, how's Lin Ziyi recently?"

When an Yize mentioned Lin Ziyi, Xie Xiaolin suddenly remembered what she was going to do. Looking at an Yize, she began to wonder whether to tell him about Lin Ziyi.

"Is something wrong with her?" Having been in the shopping mall for so many years, an Yize is naturally very good at observing his face. Xie Xiaolin's evasive and tangled eyes immediately give him a bad premonition.

Xie Xiaolin's heart sank and said, "yes, Ziyi, her father has passed away."

An Yize's eyebrows suddenly twisted, eyes, obviously across a touch of shock, "her father is not good in prison? How could he die suddenly? "

Moreover, with Tang Su in, how could Lin Ziyi's father have something to do easily.

Xie Xiaolin bit her lip. "I don't know what's going on."

"When did it happen?" An Yi Ze asks urgently again.

"It should have been last night."

An Yize grits his teeth. As soon as Xie Xiaolin's voice falls, he turns around and leaves in a hurry.

Xie Xiaolin looks at the back of an Yize who leaves in a hurry, and she can't understand what he means.

In the presidential palace, when the man came back from the study to the bedroom, the little guy was lying on the bed, holding Lin Ziyi's hand in a pair of small hands, shrinking beside her. Mother and son fell asleep face to face, both eyes closed, as if they were asleep.

But the man knew that neither of them was asleep.