Chapter 1087: Liking something is superficial
Xie Feng was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Brother Xingzhou doesn't seem to be such a superficial person."
He was so superficial that he excerpted a poem, and this poem contained the name of the woman he liked, so blatantly and without any concealment.
Fu Yancheng lowered his eyelashes and clenched his hands into fists with all his strength.
"Likes are superficial things. If it is really Sheng Mian, then everything will be explained. We have never suspected her and have been investigating in the wrong direction, so the matter has not made any progress until now."
"But Yancheng, if Sheng Mian is really that woman, then she has an ulterior motive for appearing next to you. Moreover, she always knew that we were looking for Brother Xingzhou, but she never said that Brother Xingzhou liked her. She is the woman. Grandpa Fu followed Brother Xingzhou this time, and Sheng Mian disappeared just in time, so the group of people who appeared on the cliff are Brother Xingzhou’s people?"
This means that Fu Xingzhou and Sheng Mian conspired to kill the old man.
This truth is shocking, because the person who died was the elder Fu Yancheng cared about most, and the person who deceived him was his brother and the woman he loved most.
This matter cannot be dwelled upon.
Fu Yancheng's lips pursed, and he suddenly remembered something, and he strode upstairs.
Finally he came to Sheng Mian's cabinet. The cabinet was locked and required a password.
He didn't know the password, so he entered Sheng Mian's birthday casually.
wrong password.
He tried entering his birthday again.
wrong password.
Fu Yancheng smiled sarcastically and suddenly entered Fu Xingzhou's birthday.
The password is correct.
That "click" sound was like the funniest joke in the world.
His fingertips paused on the lock for a moment, feeling the urge to smash the box into pieces.
But he didn't.
He just opened the box, and the contents inside were very simple. All that was left now was a jellyfish seal and a small notebook.
This is exactly the same as the characteristics of the diary that Xie Feng initially investigated.
His fingertips were stiff, and he flipped through the notebook, but there was nothing in it.
There is a place on the inside page where you can feel the glue marks. Something should have been glued here.
His fingertips paused at this place for a long time, and then he closed the diary.
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
sticky.
A gift from my first love.
The puppy that used to appear in the Fu family disappeared later.
Associating the details one by one, they formed a fact that he least wanted to admit.
Fu Yancheng was sitting on a chair, with the small box on the table in front of him.
He sat for a long time, and his body became a little stiff.
In the early morning of the next day, Liu Qiong opened the door and came in. When she saw the person sitting inside, she was startled.
She thought Mr. Fu had gone back last night because he didn't go out for dinner last night, but she didn't expect him to be sitting in this room, and looking like this, it seemed like he hadn't slept all night.
"Mr. Fu, do you need to prepare breakfast?"
It's seven o'clock in the morning.
Fu Yancheng was awakened by the sound. He raised his eyes and glanced outside, only to realize that he had been sitting here all night.
He stood up and calmly adjusted his suit.
The cell phone also rang at this time, asking him to come and collect the old man's ashes.
He shook his head at Liu Qiong and said nothing else.
When we came downstairs, Nian Nian was walking around the house.
Fu Yancheng squatted down and looked at it seriously. No wonder Nian Nian had always been very enthusiastic. It turns out he had seen it before.
It’s just that he has always been allergic to dog hair, so he fed it from a long distance at that time.
Later it was given away.
After a while, he just looked at it like this, his eyes turned red, and then he chuckled.
Nian Nian shouted at him, seeming to feel his emotions.
