Early the next morning, news came from the police station.
Perhaps it was a miracle that Zhang Hongrui did not die in the emergency room. After the doctor kept rescuing him all night, he was successfully pulled back from the gate of hell.
But this miracle seemed quite ironic to him.
More like retribution.
Zhang Hongrui has been in treatment for so long, and his health has been deteriorating. There has been no sign of improvement. After pleading guilty, it seems that he has stolen a few more days of life.
With the support of all parties, experts specializing in brain cancer were quickly transferred from various regions at home and abroad to treat Zhang Hongrui to ensure that he can wait until the court hearing.
Unexpectedly, what Fu Zhihuan said at the time really came true.
Perhaps compared to dying happily, such endless chemotherapy is more tormenting for him.
Zhang Hongrui has done too many things in his life that would kill him to death. In his later years, everyone betrayed his relatives, and even his only son did not stand by him, agreeing to cooperate with the police.
The police also followed this line, found a breakthrough, and pulled out relevant information about the organization that made huge profits by abducting and trafficking people, took over the entire den in one fell swoop, and rescued many children.
A child as old as Fu Yuqing.
Twenty years have passed, and everything has finally been cleared up.
The day after Zhang Hongrui pleaded guilty, the Fu family went to the cemetery to visit Fu Yuqing's grave.
Wen Ruan also went together.
She stopped and looked at the black and white photos on the tombstone.
The girl in the photo looks immature and innocent, with curved eyebrows and raised mouth corners, and a pair of bright eyes without any impurities.
The Fu couple stood aside, turned their heads, and cuddled each other, unable to stop their sobs.
Fu Mingheng's eye sockets were also slightly red, but he just forced himself to hold his mouth aside without saying a word.
Only Fu Zhihuan looked the calmest. He squatted down, put down the bouquet of cherry blossoms in his hand, put his arms on his knees, looked at the girl in the photo with deep eyes, straightened up after a long time, and then bowed deeply.
Wen Ruan also bent down following Fu Zhihuan's movements.
Suddenly there was a wind blowing through the mountains and forests with a fresh breath, and the faint sound of leaves shaking could be heard.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Ruan seemed to feel that Fu Yuqing's smiling face on the tombstone became clearer and more vivid.
Fu Zhihuan turned around, closed his eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Let's go."
Wen Ruan nodded, and stood side by side with him. After taking a few steps, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, a drop of tears trickling down Fu Zhihuan's sharp-edged jaw and onto the ground.
He finally walked out of the abyss that imprisoned him.
Ever since the two got together, the Fu family invited Wen Ruan to their house every three days as if they were afraid that their precious daughter-in-law, Wen Ruan, would run away.
There are also various reasons, such as "the one-week anniversary of Fu Zhihuan's return home", or "the three-month gift of domestic birds".
Wen Ruan was originally thinking that he and Fu Zhihuan had a vigorous divorce some time ago, and now he is running to someone's house, how embarrassing it is to think about it.
So be prepared to find any reason to decline.
As a result, the parents of the two families acted as if they had cooperated. Wen Fengchen asked the servants to go back to his hometown to rest that night. With his arms inserted, he said slowly: "There is no food at home, you go to your boyfriend's house to eat."
"..."
So just like that, Wen Ruan spent three days at Fu's house in a sly manner.
Then she discovered that some families had dining tables for eating, but others had dining tables for war.
Like today—
"I heard from the Jiangcheng Procuratorate that there was a plan to transfer you to the Tongshi Procuratorate to work, but you turned it down."
Fu Changming picked up a chopstick of fish, put it in Wen Ruan's bowl, and then said in a cold voice, "Others want to run to the place where home is, but you are the only one who is unique."
Fu Zhihuan said calmly: "There are many candidates for this transfer, and it's not up to me. And a sudden transfer will disrupt my work plan, and it won't be of much benefit to me."
"You! Do you know how much effort it took me to let your procuratorate let you go and transfer you to Tongshi?"
Fu Changming was so annoyed by Fu Zhihuan's words: "What are the advantages and disadvantages? Working here at home will not make you lose a hair! If it wasn't for your mother who wanted to take care of you, I wouldn't want to do this for you Heart."
Fu Zhihuan nodded, and said very seriously: "Thank you for your concern, I will come back to visit my mother often."
Seeing the posture, Wen Ruan bit her chopsticks nervously, her eyes flicked back and forth on the faces of the two of them.
It's here again, the must-have "Dining Wars" program every day!
But Fu's mother was not surprised, she didn't look at the faces of the father and son at all, and picked up Wen Ruan's food with chopsticks: "Ruan Ruan, try this."
"Snapped-"
Fu Changming slapped the table and got up, his voice raised sharply: "Look at you! Go upstairs to the study! I must teach you well today!"
"Cough cough cough."
Before the words finished, Wen Ruan was startled by the sudden outburst. She trembled all over, but she didn't swallow a mouthful of food, and choked in her throat.
With Wen Ruan's cough, the attention of the father and son was immediately distracted.
The tense atmosphere just now was broken in an instant, Mr. Fu Changming immediately changed his expression full of worry, and leaned in front of Wen Ruan, hissing and asking warmly: "Oh, what's wrong with Ruan Ruan?"
Wen Ruan didn't have time to reply to Mr. Fu Changming's words for the time being. The dish she just ate was still a bit spicy, and the spicy taste came back, making her throat itchy and sore. There is no way to get distracted.
While patting her on the back, Fu's mother reprimanded her angrily: "It's all your fault! Talking in such a loud voice scares other people's children. I must have accidentally caught the fishbone."
"Stuck by a fishbone?" Father Fu got up in a panic, and hurriedly said, "This is not a trivial matter! I'm going to call the family doctor."
And at this moment, Fu Zhihuan, who had already got up and went to the kitchen when Wen Ruan coughed, left and returned.
With a cup of hot water in his hand, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ruan's shoulders, and when the cup was handed to her, he slowly fed her to drink.
With a mouthful of warm water, Wen Ruan's throat was rinsed, and finally he was relieved.
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and said softly, "Dad, don't call the doctor."
Wen Ruan also came back to his senses, and while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he said, "Well, I didn't..."
However, Fu Changming was obviously still angry with Fu Zhihuan just now, and then turned his head angrily, and reprimanded loudly: "Why don't you call a doctor? Getting stuck by a fishbone is not a trivial matter. How can I have a son who doesn't care about his fiancée like you! "
"..."
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "You are indeed right, but the boiled fish fillets we ate today are made of longli fish, without spines."
Wen Ruan also nodded silently, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, I'm ready."
This is a bit embarrassing.
Fu Changming coughed as if pretending to be calm, then pulled out the chair and sat down again, pretending nothing happened just now, and gave Wen Ruan another chopstick fish: "Come, eat."
Fu Zhihuan gave Wen Ruan a sigh of relief, and returned to his seat. Just as he held his chopsticks and stretched towards the plate of boiled fish, his father slapped him away.
"Still eating? It's just a little fish, I don't know how to take care of Ruan Ruan."
Fu Changming finally found the reason, and once again took advantage of the topic, he took a deep breath and said sadly: "How can I have a son who doesn't know how to be considerate like you!"
Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan fell silent as they looked at the pot full of fish.
"..."
After dinner, Fu Zhihuan was called by Fu Changming to talk.
After Wen Ruan wandered around the manor to eat, she slipped back into Fu Zhihuan's room and fell headfirst on the bed.
The leisurely life of eating, sleeping and eating is simply too pleasant.
She turned over, stretched, scanned around Fu Zhihuan's bedroom, and then stopped on a thick photo album on the bookcase.
Wen Ruan stared at the photo album for a long time, then got up from the bed, quietly moved a chair, and secretly took down the photo album.
Judging by the thickness of the album, there must be many photos of Fu Zhihuan when he was a child.
According to Wen Ruan's judgment of his parents' generation, they often treasure some very embarrassing childhood photos of their children.
So Fu Zhihuan must have it too!
She took a deep breath, put her hand on the cover, and then frantically brainwashed—
This is not curiosity, in case Fu Zhihuan plans to abandon himself one day. At that time, these black history photos could be regarded as a weapon that could take revenge on him!
right!
So I don't want to see it!
Just to catch some of Fu Zhihuan's pigtails!
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan opened the photo album with some anticipation.
The first picture that came into my eyes was a baby with milky milk sitting on the sofa, with a pacifier in his mouth, looking at the camera blankly, his eyes were round and bright, not as mean and cold as he is now, a bit The baby's fat little face makes people want to pinch it.
Woooooo cute! !
After flipping through a few photos, I came to the photos of Fu Zhihuan when he was in kindergarten.
At that time, although he was still a little boy with a big fart, he could vaguely see some of his current temperament. Standing alone in front of a group of children, with drooping eyelids and a dead fish-eyed look, he was a little petite. adult feeling.
Woooooooooo milk cool milk cool!
Wen Ruan instantly forgot her purpose, grabbed her phone and frantically recorded these heart-warming photos, she was so cute that she burst into tears.
How can someone be so handsome since childhood.
Turning back a few pages, it was when Fu Zhihuan was in junior high school.
The photos of those ages can already be matched with his current appearance. Most of the time, he wears a simple white shirt and school uniform, with fine black hair, slightly raised eye corners, and looks at the camera with a somewhat cold and indifferent gaze. .
Just like the school girls in all school rumors, she is noble and aloof.
Seeing this, Wen Ruan raised her chest a little bit proudly: She has soaked up the youth of many people by rounding it up!
Then, her eyes moved down slightly, but she suddenly froze for a while.
It was still a photo of him wearing a school uniform, but at this time, there was another person beside Fu Zhihuan.
Fu Zhihuan stood leaning against the railing. A girl with standard black and long straight leaned against Fu Zhihuan's face affectionately, hugged his waist, and made comparisons to the camera.
The background is a blue sky and white clouds, which looks full of youthful atmosphere.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment.
This may be the only photo of two people that appeared after turning the page for so long.
This girl must be very special to Fu Zhihuan, right
Wen Ruan suddenly didn't want to look down, she drooped her eyelids, and suddenly didn't know what she was happy about just now.
That's right, people like Fu Zhihuan must be liked by many people. It's normal to have ex-girlfriends or first loves...isn't it normal
And at this moment, the handle of the door was pushed down, and then the door was pushed open.
Wen Ruan's back stiffened, and she immediately realized that she hurriedly closed the album and hugged it in her arms, then threw herself on the bed, pretending to be asleep.
But maybe because he moved too fast, his head accidentally hit the bedside table lightly.
Woo! !
It hurts! !
However, in order to pretend that nothing happened, Wen Ruan bit her lower lip and suppressed her voice, lying quietly on the bed with the appearance of "I have fallen asleep".
"..."
Fu Zhihuan leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows with great interest.
It was a coincidence that he came in, and happened to witness the whole process of Wen Ruan's trying to hide it.
He looked up, glanced at the top of his bookcase, and found the empty space at a glance.
Fu Zhihuan pinched his eyebrows and smiled helplessly.
It turned out to be like this.
Now Wen Ruan didn't know that she was already in trouble, but instead held her breath and tried her best to pretend to be asleep.
Fu Zhihuan couldn't help laughing, walked to the bedside, bent down to look at her, and for some reason, he felt a little teasing.
He lowered his voice, with a slightly sexy hoarseness, and whispered in her ear: "Sleeping?"
Wen Ruan's back went numb, and she felt that her ears were going soft, but she still bit her lips tightly and didn't move.
Why is this man like this!
Stinking rogue!
Fu Zhihuan chuckled a few times, then raised his hand to support Wen Ruan's side, lowered his body, deliberately prolonging the sound of each word, ambiguous and lingering.
There was a little animal-like smile in his voice: "Let me see what my child stole again. I'm sorry to let my brother know."
Wen Ruan's face flushed red.
He knows!
Still teasing myself like this!
She opened her eyes in embarrassment and annoyance, turned over, and pushed the photo album in her hand to Fu Zhihuan's chest: "Give it back to you! Cheapskate!"
Fu Zhihuan held Wen Ruan's wrist and said with a smile, "Why are you so angry? My brother didn't say he wouldn't show it to you."
Wen Ruan turned her head angrily: "I don't want to see the photos of you and other girls!"
"other people?"
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "You wronged me again?"
Injustice
Wen Ruan was very angry, she snatched back the photo album, turned to the page just now, then held it up to Fu Zhihuan, stared and said, "Look! The evidence is here, and you still don't admit it!"
Fu Zhihuan looked down at the photo, paused for a moment, and then laughed suddenly: "Would you like to take a closer look at this person, you may know him."
Eh
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, turned the album over, and looked at it carefully.
It is indeed a bit familiar.
And maybe because I just glanced at it and started to feel depressed, I didn't look at it very seriously.
Looking at it now, this girl looks a little... tough? And the black hair is long and straight, it looks unnatural no matter how you look at it, and the shoulders are a bit broad...
etc!
Wen Ruan suddenly discovered something.
Fu Zhihuan casually announced the correct answer: "Do you see clearly? This is Fu Mingheng."
Wen Ruan was startled.
I rely on.
Women's clothing boss.
The author has something to say: After thinking about it all night, I changed the setting in the previous chapter that Zhang Hongrui died in the hospital.
The original thought was that there are many things that I want to write about, but if I pay a lot, I will definitely get what I want.
But I feel that the reality is already very painful, so I don’t want to write novels like this. I still have to believe that evil will be rewarded with evil.
This one will probably be finished on Monday.
In the past few days, I have been hesitating about how to end the plot of human traffickers, so the update has been stuck.
Tomorrow ten thousand more Ha!
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