Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

Ding Fugui ate the plate of dumplings that Aunt Luo had just brought up. He burped and collapsed on the chair.

Su Jinse lost her appetite and asked aunt Luo to take down the dishes. She put the hot tea in front of her. The white heat curled up on the top of the teacup.

It took Ding Fugui a long time to relax. He must have been eating too much, and his eyes were straight at Su Jinse.

"In fact, the first day Tong Wan appeared in the North City, Mr. Qiao knew it. He wanted to talk to Tong Wan, but later he saw that Tong Wan had contacted you, so he arranged the following plan."

"What's next?" Su asked.

"That will, in fact, is false." Ding Fugui took a big sip from his cup. The tea was a little hot. He burned his tongue and almost jumped up from the chair.

"False?" Su Jinse took a bottle of ice water and handed it to him.

"Mr. Qiao died in a car accident. How can he make a will? Even if he makes a will, how can he make a will with such strong pertinence? In fact, Joe had not been adopted by Mr. Big Joe at that time! The will is false. "

"The lawyer..."

"It's fake. He's not a real lawyer at all." Ding Fugui held Su Jinse's ice water and looked at her: "Joe always knows that you hate him and that you want to see him lose, so he dug a pit for himself."

In fact, Su Jinse doubted it at first.

Because the will appeared too timely, and it was totally disadvantageous to Qiao Yi. It was really targeted.

However, he thinks that Qiao Yi can't be so stupid. He just digs his own grave.

"So." Su Jinse took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that his chest was blocked with a mass of cotton. He was very stuffy: "this is actually a situation? Qiao Yi has already set up the game

"If you want to say it's a game, it's OK, but it's Mr. Qiao himself who's trapped in this game." Assistant Ding raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve: "you asked Tong wanwan to go to Qiao's study to help you with your things, and saw the letter in the drawer. In fact, that letter was also deliberately found by Qiao."

"Is the letter false, too?"

"The letters sent by Tong Wan are true, but the letters returned by Mr. Daqiao are all false."

"You mean brother Qiao didn't reply to Tong Wan's letter at all?"

"You don't understand that for rich families, illegitimate children are illegitimate children, and they can't be elegant. Mr. Daqiao once sent money to them, but it's impossible to accept Tong wanwan into Qiao's family."

"But he adopted Qiao Yi."

"In a word, the replies are all fake. I wrote them in imitation of Mr. Big Joe's handwriting, which makes you think that Joe always withholds those letters and doesn't send them out, which makes Tong wanwan's hatred escalate and makes you more determined to take revenge."

"He did it." Su Jinse murmured to himself: "are you not afraid of being doomed?"

"After the yacht fire happened, Joe always felt guilty..."

"Does he have a part in the yacht fire?"

"Joe is not what you think he is. He has never had that deep hatred for you." Ding Fugui's voice is dumb: "he is more entangled with you. After all, Mr. Big Joe died because of you. The yacht fire has nothing to do with Mr. Qiao. After the accident, Mr. Qiao personally sailed to look for the east harbor for a whole week."

"What's the matter with scar face?"

"Well, it's a secret about Mr. Big Joe. Joe doesn't want to pursue it any more, but he knows it has nothing to do with you. It was just a coincidence, not your premeditation." Ding Fugui sighed: "in a word, Mr. Qiao never wants your life. If he wants you to die, there are 100 ways. If he is the one who set the fire, he will not deny it. "

Su Jinse suddenly thought of a sentence that Qiao Yi often said, he said: "I Qiao Yi have no noble quality, but the most important thing is to dare."

"If he didn't do it, why should he dig such a big hole for himself?"

"Now that he's dead, you can't believe what I've said. Can you believe it, Mr. Qiao?"

Su Jinse was silent.

Yes, she never believed in Qiao Yi.

Even Qiao's life and death, she suspected that Qiao Yi had framed herself.

However, if he cared so much about Qiao's property, it would be impossible for him to give up everything now.

Su Jinse thought that her head was aching. She pressed her hands on her temple and closed her eyes. In front of her eyes, there were groups of golden butterflies.

"So, in fact, Qiao Yi is not dead. Even if he digs a hole for himself, he will not die?"

"Some things can be controlled, but some things can't be controlled." Ding Fugui stood up from his chair, supporting the table with his hands, as if he could not support his heavy body.

In fact, Ding Fugui has lost a lot of weight, and his face is sunken.

"I think you and Mr. Qiao's grudge can be written off now. Otherwise, what's the point of his pit like this?"

"Is he really dead?" Up to now, Su Jinse has no sense of reality, just like what tanye said. Maybe he is hiding in a corner and secretly looks at them and laughs.

"If Joe doesn't die, he'll contact me. He told me to change my money. That's to keep me away. Don't bother me." Ding Fugui raised his sleeve and wiped his tears: "Miss Su, whether you believe it or not, I've said what I should say or not, and I'm gone."

Ding Fugui then strode out of the restaurant.

Su Jinse looks at Ding Fugui's thin figure, and even his clothes are much bigger, hanging on him empty.

Su Jinse also stood up from his chair and ran after him staggeringly: "assistant Ding."

He changed his shoes at the door and looked back at her

"Qiao Yi is buried today." Su Jinse leaned against the wall and told him, "I've been a neighbor with brother Qiao."

"Oh." Ding Fugui's eyes were dull and empty. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"I'm going."

Ding Fugui turns around and walks out of the door. Su Jinse wants to drive him to the gate of the garden, but he has no strength. He can only say to Lao Liu, "you can drive him back."

"Yes."

Ding Fugui leaves, and Su Jinse returns to the room.

Su Ma is in her room. It seems that she should have heard their conversation.

She leaned weakly against the door: "Mom, I'm very tired. No matter what you have to say, I'll talk about it another day."

"I'm not interested in discussing with you whether Qiao Yi is dead or not. I just want to tell you that whether you love or hate Qiao Yi or not, it's time to put it down."

"What?" Su Jinse didn't have the strength to lift her eyelids.

"Death is like a lamp out." Su Ma went to Su Jinse and patted her on the shoulder: "let him pass everything!"