206: C206 If Someone Is Willing to Answer Me

C206 If Someone Is Willing to Answer Me

Xia Ling choked when she heard Fu Yuntine's words. She widened her eyes and stared at him. She only felt that this person was really full of nonsense.

"Second Young Master Fu, how can that be the same? I am your sister-in-law. You are only staying here to monitor me on behalf of your brother. But you and Ji Linhan are your saviors. She still likes you, and you promised to take care of her for the rest of her life. What's the difference between this and a couple? "

Fu Yuntine smiled playfully when he heard her. "Xia Ling, do you mind if she likes me?"

If she cared, it meant she cared.

It seemed like she had fallen in love with him.

A trace of panic flashed across Xia Ling's eyes and she hurriedly said, "Why would I mind this? That is a matter between the two of you. As your sister-in-law, I am just reminding you out of goodwill. In short, I am still saying the same thing. Please move out of the villa quickly. Don't stay here anymore."

After saying that, Xia Ling walked past Fu Yuntine and left quickly.

She wouldn't mind if Ji Linhan liked him.

She was just reminding him kindly not to be a scumbag.

Seeing Xia Ling's fleeing figure, Fu Yuntine laughed lightly.

Since he did not mind, why should he run?

Fu Yuntine took a step forward and was about to enter when his phone rang.

He picked up his phone and took a look. It was Fu Xichen calling.

When the call connected, Fu Xichen's voice was heard.

"Brother, there was a call from the hospital just now. That mental patient, Li Qiang, had a sudden epilepsy and died."

This sentence made Fu Yuntine's face darken.

"Dead?"

"Yes. The doctor said that the patient's emotions were very unstable. By the time they found out, he had already died from spasming and foaming at the mouth."

Dead again?

Why did people related to this construction site suddenly die?

Fu Yuntine thought of the black car driver, Zhu Jun, and his handsome face darkened.

"Xichen, have you found the person who shouted at the scene?"

This was not an accident, there must be someone behind it.

"There is not much useful information."

Fu Xichen said, "There were indeed two suspicious figures in the surveillance video at the scene. But these two people were very cunning. They had their backs to the camera the whole time and did not see their facial features. "

It seemed that their position was very high.

Who exactly are they targeting?

Fu Yuntine's dark eyes darkened, "Xichen, we must find a way to find these two suspicious people."

Only by finding these two people would there be a chance to find out the truth.

"I know."

Fu Xichen hung up the phone. Fu Yuntine put the phone in his pocket and looked up at the starry sky. His dark eyes were deep.1

The next day, Xia Ling washed up as usual and went downstairs. Unsurprisingly, Fu Yuntine was still sitting on the sofa watching the news.

Thinking of the conversation between the two yesterday, he slightly lowered his eyes and decided to keep a distance from him from today onwards.

"Young Madam, young master, it's breakfast time."

Mrs Zhang called out to the two of them and Xia Ling acknowledged. She sat at the dining table and took the dishes to eat.

Fu Yuntine sat down at the side. Seeing Xia Ling's indifferent manner, his black eyes immediately condensed a trace of a smile.

This woman really wanted to keep a distance from him?

"I received a call from Professor Yin last night. He's preparing to perform surgery for your mother at two o'clock in the afternoon today. After the surgery, he'll leave."

This sentence caused Xia Ling to stop eating. She suddenly looked at Fu Yuntine.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Her mother was going to have surgery?

What if she's a little nervous?

"I want to tell you, but someone has to be willing to talk to me!"

Fu Yuntine drank a mouthful of coffee and gave Xia Ling a meaningful glance.

Xia Ling choked and was instantly speechless.

Alright, it was she who wanted to keep a distance from him.

But this was a serious matter, okay?

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