Luxury family honey darling

"According to the DNA comparison, we can confirm that the body is Yinian himself."

Captain Kang regretfully said the result that made Shen Zhijiao fear most.

Uncle Lin collapsed decadent and sat on the chair behind him. Ling CHENFENG staggered two steps in pain and leaned against the wall behind him. An angina pectoris was difficult. He whispered in a dumb voice: "how could this be? Read, read..." he turned and ran out of the police station and drove to the hospital.

Ling CHENFENG's speed was so fast that uncle Lin didn't have time to stop him. He had to look at Shen Zhizhuo, stood up trembling and walked towards Shen Zhizhuo, "young master? What should I do?"

Shen Zhizhuo took the DNA comparison result from captain Kang's hand. His eyes seemed to be stuck on it. Even uncle Lin didn't hear him talking to him in his ears, and there was peace between his eyebrows and eyes.

But the deep fundus of my eyes is swept with storm like sadness.

For a long time, he didn't move. Like a sculpture, he only had a prominent light breath to prove that he was alive.

"Young master, you scared me, young master? You say something, things are already like this. We have to accept the facts. There are still many things we need to do next, young master..."

Shen Zhi's long curled eyelashes trembled slightly, then turned his eyes, finally moved away from the comparison result list and slowly looked at Uncle Lin.

"No, it's not Yinian. She's not dead. She's alive. She's just hiding in a corner waiting for me to find her."

"Young master, I know you are sad, but we still have to face the reality and miss her... She has gone. She certainly doesn't want us to be too sad. Young master, you should cheer up even for your husband and wife."

Lin Shuyu focused on persuading Shen Zhizhuo. He hoped that he would face the reality and not be too sad. This is the result that no one wants to see. However, there are still many things to do now. Mr. and Mrs. far away in Britain don't know about it.

Do you want to tell them, when to tell them, and the future of Yinian, he needs to preside over it.

Shen Zhizhuo only felt his ears buzzing. He only saw Uncle Lin's mouth opening and closing, and what he said seemed like he couldn't hear, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.

"Young master?"

Uncle Lin was flustered by his look, and even his voice trembled.

Suddenly, uncle Lin saw a drop of clear tears sliding from the corner of Shen Zhijiao's eyes. The crystal clear tears slowly crossed his elegant and handsome face, slid to the corner of his mouth, and entered his mouth along the lip flap. Then his thin lips with beautiful lines moved gently, but he still didn't say anything.

But there were more and more tears in the corners of his eyes. In the end, he didn't care about his image,

He knelt on the ground with a thump, hung his head and choked in pain. The original flat test results were also clenched by him. His fingers penetrated the paper and his fingernails pinched into the meat.

The sharp pain still can't replace the pain in his heart, such as knife twisting and acupuncture. It is a bone eating pain, which makes him unable to bear. He feels that every inch of his skin is in pain, and he can't help shaking.

There seemed to be an unbearable suffocation in his chest, which made him unable to breathe.

Finally, he raised his hand, clenched the material into a fist, and smashed it hard at his chest. He groaned with pain. In this way, his chest was so stuffy that he seemed to find a vent, which made him a little more comfortable and smooth.

Then he continued to raise his fist high and hit it at the place he had just hit.

Seeing Shen Zhizhuo's almost self mutilation, Lin Shu jumped in his heart, hurried forward and took his raised arm.

I felt the muscles of his arm tighten, and I could see how hard he hit his chest.

If such a blow hits him, he can't bear it.

"Young master, don't do this. I know you feel bad, but if you let Xiaonian know, how distressed she would be. You know she cares about you most. How distressed she would be if she saw you hurt herself like this, my young master..."

Uncle Lin stood there and tried his best to stop Shen Zhijiao's self mutilation. He tried hard to persuade him, comfort him and move out of Yinian to make him stop such self mutilation, but it was still useless.

Shen Zhihuo broke away from Uncle Lin's grip, but because of Uncle Lin's just intervention, he greatly weakened the strength of the fist and beat his own chest again. The position of the fist was the same as that just now. The strength of the fist just now was very heavy, so there should be a red seal on his chest at this time, so this fist aggravated the pain in his chest.

However, he felt that it was not enough. When he had to raise his third fist, uncle Lin stretched out his hand quickly and pushed the unsuspecting Shen Zhihuo aside. Out of instinct, Shen Zhihuo supported the ground with his other hand to avoid falling to the ground.

Uncle Lin rarely had an angry look. He pushed Shen Zhihuo like iron is not steel, and pushed him to the ground completely.

Shen Zhihuo fell to the ground, looked up and looked at Uncle Lin coldly, just because his eyes were red and the water mist was flashing at the bottom of his eyes. It seemed that there was no chilling feeling at all, and some were only moving grief.

Seeing such a deep burning, the anger in Uncle Lin's heart just disappeared in an instant.

Then he stepped forward, bent over and reached out to help Shen Zhihuo up from the ground. As soon as he stood up, uncle Lin could only look up at him because of the height gap. His tone was full of earnest words. "Young master, listen to Uncle Lin's advice, the dead are gone, and the living have to continue to live. Only facing it bravely and living well is the greatest comfort for the dead."

Shen Zhijiao closed his eyes painfully, and a string of crystal tears flowed down with his closed eyes again.

After a long time, he said in a dry, dull voice, "Uncle Lin, I hate her. Really, I've never hated a person like now..." Shen Zhizhuo said gnashing his teeth.

Uncle Lin said anxiously and called him, "young master?"

But Shen Zhizhuo continued as if he hadn't heard it: She has the final say, what she has been doing for a lifetime, but now she has gone so unfeeling that she has not left me any room. She was the first to provoke me. Now, I am still leaving her. Why is she so selfish? How can she be so selfish, and I hate her... Hate her... Unless I die, or she lives, I will never be the original. Forgive her, never, never forgive her, never, never forgive... She... Hate, I hate her... Hate her... "

Shen Zhizhuo kept repeating this sentence as if he were stunned, raising his feet step by step and walking outside the police station.

Uncle Lin looked at Shen Zhihuo's back slowly leaving in shock. He didn't expect that the death of Yinian would cause such a big blow to Shen Zhihuo.

When he recovered, Shen Zhihuo had gone out of the police station, and then uncle Lin hurried out.

When lailin Shugang ran out of the police station and saw Shen Zhijiao walking in the middle of the road unconsciously, he suddenly turned white. Not far from Shen Zhijiao, a large truck rushed straight in his direction