Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, his eyes fell on the person in charge sent by the prison, and there was a sneer with deep irony on his lips, "Knife?"

In such a cold winter, the prison guard's forehead and back were covered with layers of cold sweat under the gaze of the man, "The thing about the knife...we will definitely investigate and give the victim's family an explanation."

There is no doubt that such things as knives are never allowed in prisons.

It shouldn't be there.

If there is no such kind of knife and gun that can directly lead to death, whether it is hitting, strangling, pinching or even hitting the wall, with three people watching, it is basically impossible for Chi An to be killed in prison.

The appearance of a knife capable of killing people is either the "credit" of the prison guards or the fault of the prison guards.

Either way, the prison is at fault.

Mo Shiqian's eyes flicked indifferently, and his voice was even colder, "You really have to give the confession. If someone finds out, I will treat this matter as a scum among your prison guards. If you can't find out, I will give it to you." I will send you to court together—to collectively use the rest of your life to account for it.”

Feng Xing leaned against the door frame, standing silently.

It is not difficult to find out this matter, and it is not difficult to find the murderer and the person in charge.

The point was what Chi Huan was thinking.

The death of one's own father was neither an accidental death nor a natural death of old age and illness. It was indirectly caused by oneself. To put it more simply, people with a little bit of human nature will always have pimples in their hearts.

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Chi Huan followed the doctor, watching him lift off the white cloth covering the body, revealing a pale, expressionless face.

The emotions that had been suppressed all the way finally collapsed in an instant, as soon as the eyes were opened and closed, tears fell, silent but surging.

"Your father suffered multiple stab wounds at around 1:30 in the morning last night, one of which was close to the heart. Due to excessive blood loss, he stopped breathing on the way to the hospital. Please feel sorry for him."

Chi Huan didn't stay for too long, and when he turned back to where Mo Shi was waiting, he had stopped crying, but there were still dry tears on his face, and the red eye circles hadn't returned to her usual black and white distinct.

The man saw her from a distance, and immediately walked over with long legs.

She stopped, looked up at his face, touched her face vigorously, adjusted her breathing, and then said in a tired and hoarse voice, "You go to work at the company... I will stay and deal with my dad Cremation and burial."

The man stared at her face with eyes as deep as thick ink, and he almost followed her words, "I'll arrange for you."

Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, "I'll do it myself...Think about it, although I always think he is not a good father, but he has raised me for more than ten years anyway, but I have done nothing for him He did..."

She lowered her head, looked at her twisted fingers, and said flatly, "I won't have another chance in the future. This is the last one, so I'll do it myself."

Mo Shiqian looked down at her for a while, "Okay," a word escaped from his throat, but then he said in a low voice, "I'll be with you."

Chi Huan pursed his lips, didn't say yes or no, and walked past him with his head down.

Cremation, simple funeral, choose a grave site, and bury.

These things are very cumbersome, but there are professionals who are fully responsible for the whole process, which is basically smooth.

Mo Shiqian did not intervene as she wished, just like before they were together... followed her every step of the way like a bodyguard, and the process of Chi An's burial was handled by her personally.

Except for the occasional phone call and walking a few meters away, he was by her side all the time.

She was calm throughout the whole process, even methodical, and did not express much grief.

Except for being too taciturn, there was almost no smile on his face.

On the day of the burial, it was raining lightly, and there was almost no rain, but the chill was predictable.

Chi Huan was wearing a black coat, black boots, and a black scarf around his neck. He quietly looked at the black and white photos on the tombstone, unable to tell what kind of feeling he was feeling.

sad? Blame yourself? resentment?

It seems that there is nothing, and it seems that everything is mixed together and turned into a blank, more and more powerless, and bewildered.

A black umbrella was propped over her head, and the man's low voice sounded above her head, "Huanhuan, you've been standing for a long time, let's go back, huh?"

At this moment, Chi Huan's soft voice seemed to be the only one left with the emotion of sighing, "I thought, he went to prison at the age of fifty-one, and after ten years in prison, he will be sixty-one when he comes out, and he will live a long life." If I live to be seventy or eighty years old, there are still more than ten years left, and I should have a lot of money by then, at least I can let him spend his old age peacefully..."

She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelids drooped, full of depression and helplessness.

The man hugged her into his arms from behind, his arms tightened tighter and tighter, his voice was extremely low, as if it came from the deepest part of his throat, "I'm sorry."

He has almost never had any fear in his life, but since he received Xiao Yu's call, he was afraid that she would blame him.

In the past few days, seeing her always quiet and silent, the panic in his heart expanded without limit.

Sometimes I even felt that she didn't want to talk to him, and then just found a reason to talk to her, and she would look at him and talk to him, and she didn't mean to blame him.

But the uneasiness is still accumulating, he would rather she cry hysterically, lose her temper, make trouble, and let it out.

She was silent, he didn't know what she was thinking.

Chi Huan raised his head from his arms, looked at the man's stern and tense handsome face under the black umbrella, stretched out his hand and gently stroked his outline, "Mo Shiqian..."

He looked down at her, staring at her closely, his pupils shrinking.

He hugged her like this, she could clearly feel his tense body.

"I think……"

Before she could say a word, the man in front of her suddenly withdrew her umbrella, threw it aside, then hugged her horizontally, and walked out of the cemetery, "It's too cold, I'll see your dad next time, go back to the car , I'll take you home to eat something, you haven't eaten much these days."

Chi Huan was hugged by him, with his arms on his shoulders, looking at his clear and handsome profile, his heart was sore and sad.

He bowed his head and kissed her face again, and said in a low voice, "I'll make it for you, huh? After eating, you can take a bath and have a good sleep." She was silent, and then rested her chin on his Over his shoulder, he stared in a daze at the gradually receding tombstone.

"Why did you throw the umbrella there, I can hold it."

The man lowered his head and pressed his face to hers, his voice was very low, "It's okay, it's only a few minutes away, if it's cold, you can take a bath when you get back, and you can have dinner just after you take a bath."