445: C445 Suicide

C445 Suicide

The grandpa sighed, "It's rare to have such a sister! He just didn't know which guy with a thousand knives had made a girl pregnant. Nowadays, there are too many scumbags in society! "

Fu Nanzhu, the scumbag who killed a thousand knives, received the old man's gaze and could only nod his head.

The old man was very pleased that the young man in front of him understood right and wrong. "If you want to go, then hurry up and go."

Fu Nanzhu looked at the neatly arranged gravestones in the gravestones, but his legs were unable to step in as if they were filled with lead.

He was afraid, terrified, and unwilling to accept it.

It was as if Guan Qingjiu could not be hypnotized without seeing Guan Qingjiu's tomb with her own eyes. Guan Qingjiu might still be alive.

"Forget it. I have angered her before. She probably doesn't want to see me." Fu Nanzhu took out a stack of money. "Can you help me buy a bunch of flowers and put them in front of the tombstone? There was a snack shop in the south of the city that she loved to eat. When you have time, help me send some to her. Can I? "

The grandpa counted the stack of red notes in his hand." There's so much. I have to buy a month's worth of offerings. I get sick of giving a little girl something to eat every day. "

After saying that, he stuffed half of the money back to Fu Nanzhu. "If you have time, you can go and see Guan Qingjiu's father. If the old man dies, his daughter dies, and his wife dies. He is very lonely and pitiful! Sigh, I have to live the rest of my life in the shadow of my daughter dying in injustice! "

"... What... Die in injustice?" Fu Nanzhu suddenly realized that something was wrong. "Didn't she commit suicide?"

" If we can't find any traces of his murder, then we can only sentence her to suicide. But I heard that the little girl went to her superior to borrow money to help her friend. Oh, it's the two young ladies who came to sweep the tomb. How could they commit suicide halfway?"

Fu Nanzhu's head was buzzing. In the past, all kinds of scenes had constantly intersected and he was unable to think. In the end, there was only one thought left in his mind:

Not suicide?

Who was the murderer?

Who?

Fu Nanzhu did not know how he got close to Imperial Capital Middle School.

When he was with Guan Qingjiu, Fu Nanzhu saw his parents a few times, but he only showed his face as Guan Qingjiu's superior. The two elders had gentle and loving personalities.

Father Guan was a high school physics teacher in Imperial Capital Middle School, and he lived in the teaching building district given by the school.

"Little Nine! Little Nine, come! Wanwan, come too!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Fu Nanzhu heard an old man shouting. His whole body stiffened, and his body moved faster than his brain as he hid behind an abandoned tricycle. After a while, he carefully poked his head out, half confused and half looking forward to finding "Little Nine."

"Little Nine" was Guan Qingjiu's nickname.

However, Fu Nanzhu only saw an old man in his fifties or sixties sitting in the small courtyard on the first floor. His hair was white and he was fiddling with the dumplings. Then a young woman ran over and answered, "Dad is here!"

Fu Nanzhu's pupils shrank.

It was not Guan Qingjiu.

It was Yan Wanwan.

Yan Wanwan had deliberately put on clothes with the style of Embroidery today. Her temperament had become gentle. If one ignored her height, she would look a little like Guan Qingjiu at first glance.

"My daughter came to Dad to take a look. Why do I feel that you have grown taller?" The old man patted off the flour in his hand and said with a smile, "My family's Qing Xiaojiu has grown taller. She is even taller than Xiao Yan!"

Yan Wanwan smiled and said, "Yes, Dad's cooking is too delicious. If I eat well, I will grow well!"

The old man looked around and asked, "Why didn't the late lass come?"

Sheng Yan said, "Wanwan has something to do and can't come today. Come and see uncle another day!"

The old man smiled and nodded his head and instructed that he must bring Yan Wanwan over next time.

Fu Nanzhu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered and leaned against the old wall as he slowly squatted down.

His whole body was in pain, and he felt as if he had been stabbed.

He still remembered how he looked when he saw Fu Guan's father. He was hale and hearty, his body was strong, and his mind was agile. He was very famous in the school. At that time, the school was still discussing with him about his retirement.

Now, he was so muddle-headed that he couldn't even recognize his own daughter.

The conversation in the small courtyard continued - -

"Little Nine, tell Dad honestly, was the young man who came with you last time your boyfriend?"

Wanwan said gently, "No."

Father Guan said, "I don't believe it! You lied to me! I can tell that you like that young man!"

Like...

Fu Nanzhu was shocked.

Guan Qingjiu liked him? Did she like him?

She had never said that when he asked, she also denied it...

Father Guan earnestly said, "Little Jiu, listen to Dad. That young man is not suitable for you. You will fall into his trap. Listen to Dad, okay?"

Fu Nanzhu could not continue listening and quietly walked out.

Perhaps his appearance would be a form of torture to the old man.

Fu Sihan was leaning on the Land Rover, smoking. He looked in the direction of the alley until he saw Fu Nanzhu. He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Except for the apology on the phone, Fu Nanzhu had not called Fu Sihan "brother" for a long time. He did not know how to say it.

Fu Sihan did not care that he called him "brother" and waved his hand. "We are waiting for you. If you want to leave, you can leave by yourself. Wipe your tears dry. It's embarrassing."

Fu Nanzhu:... ""

All the awkwardness and apologies turned into bubbles at this moment, and with a bang, they shattered in the air.

"Who cried?" Fu Nanzhu's slightly red eyes gradually returned to normal, "Let's go."

Fu Nanzhu walked out a few meters and saw a handsome off-road vehicle in the distance. He recognized it as the world-famous off-road vehicle Knight Fifteen.

The number of people who bought this car in the country could be counted on one hand. The first person Fu Nanzhu thought of was Mu Qichen.

The matter between Mu Qichen and Sheng Yan back then was not a secret. As long as it was not a secret, everyone in the industry would know.

The window was a one-sided glass. Fu Nanzhu could not see the scene inside the car. He passed by the front of the car and looked slightly back. Through the windshield, he saw a scarlet light in the backseat. It was smoking.

Most likely, it was waiting for Sheng Yan.

Fu Nanzhu laughed self-deprecatingly.

Mu Qichen and Sheng Yan were in a messy situation. Didn't he also lead a muddled life?

When Wanwan returned to First-class Garden, she received an apology message from Fu Nanzhu. It was a simple "I'm sorry."

It was unknown whether he was apologizing for his rude behavior towards her or for Guan Qingjiu.2

Wanwan did not care about Fu Nanzhu anymore. She only heard that Fu Nanzhu started to work seriously in the Fu's group. He no longer wanted to destroy the Fu's within a year as his goal.

"Wanwan, Wayne has returned to the country."

Zuo Jia had been paying attention to the news of Wayne, who had helped her a lot, for Yan Wanwan. She finally waited for him to return. "But you can't ask her out. She came to participate in the Designer competition. She joined the group yesterday."

Designer was an international fashion design competition. This year's competition venue was in Imperial Capital. In order to ensure that the creative focus and competition was the most fair, during the competition, the designer would cut off all contact with the outside world.

In other words, Yan Wanwan had not been able to contact Wind recently.

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