After the second marriage, I acted weak in a wealthy family

Chapter 427 Where is that little girl going?
He Biya took a look, he just didn't wear a tie.

"I squeezed the toothpaste for you." Liu Yi'an pulled He Biya's hand away, his eyes were calm, without a trace of light.

"Why are you wearing a black suit?"

He always likes to wear loose clothes, the last time he was dressed like this was at Ming Yao's anniversary.

"I'm just going to see Tangyu, don't you need to dress so formally?" He Biya brushed his teeth while looking at Liu Yi'an, he stood still and looked at her, "Did something happen?"

Before the foam in her mouth was spit out, He Biya rinsed her mouth, and Liu Yi'an pursed her voice, "Something happened to Song Yan."

He Biya spit on the mirror, "Something happened to her, what kind of black suit are you wearing, take it off quickly, it's unlucky!"

He Biya reached out to pick up Liu Yian's suit, glanced at a black skirt on the table, He Biya's flailing hands stopped, Liu Yian grabbed it, and there was one word he wanted to say that he hadn't Say it.

"Get dressed, let's go see her together."

Liu Yi'an let go of his hand cautiously, He Biya's face was pale, and there was no more strength in her wrists. She said something happened, but she still had other thoughts in her heart, maybe she just had an accident, when she looked up at Liu Yi'an , He Biya still couldn't help asking, "What happened to her?"

"Get dressed, tidy up, let's go out." Liu Yi'an looked at He Biya, as long as she didn't move, he would keep staring at her. She had seen this kind of look on He Biting before, and she also used it on Huanhuan later. , It was a look specially used to supervise the children at home, He Biya tidied up and swallowed, "How about it, is it okay to see her like this?"

"No matter what happens, I'm here."

Liu Yi'an didn't answer directly, and He Biya panicked even more.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital never seemed to dissipate. He Biya followed behind Liu Yian, looking around Fu Xiao and Xiangyang sitting side by side on the bench. He Biting looked up and saw at the end of the corridor that there were three typos written in the mortuary, "Liu Yi'an, didn't you say something happened to her? Why did you bring me here?"

He Biya turned her head and was about to leave, but Liu Yi'an stopped her. He felt her emotions, "Didn't you see it earlier? Why do you want to run away?"

He lowered his voice, and slowly approached He Biya, Fu Xiao and Xiang Yang also walked over, "I'm sorry."

Fu Xiao said something lightly.

He Biya looked at him, Fu Xiao, her body stiffened for a while, and the three large characters in the morgue shook for a while.

In a trance, she seemed to return to the time when He Biting died. She cried and shouted, there was no one around her, and maybe she had to rely on herself in the future. When Pei Xiaohua came, He Biya was exhausted. Pei Xiaohua asked her, Have you completed the formalities?
He Biya was a little confused. It was the first time she had dealt with such a thing, so she could only shake her head. Pei Xiaohua had some experience in dealing with her parents' funerals, and now she passed it all on to He Biya. Since then, He Biya Bi Ya trusts Pei Xiaohua even more, you fool, don't stand still, the next step is to see how much property your sister has, otherwise how will you live in the future.

Pei Xiaohua, why Biya is planning, she was so focused on Xu Nuo before, she never cared about these things, it seems that life has become colorful, but it always revolves around one person, He Biya doesn't care about the surrounding things, When Pei Xiaohua reminded her, she only felt that she was useless. After all, He Biting was in charge of her grandma's funeral last time. Now that she thinks about it, when she died, she left behind all the diapers, milk powder, money and house, and He Biya also thought about it. Yes, but she didn't think very carefully about this matter.

"Sorry for what? Fu Xiao." As soon as He Biya finished speaking, a car rolled out from the mortuary. There was a person lying in the car, covered with a white cloth, with faint blood stains on the edge of the white cloth. Wanting to grab it, Xiang Yang quickly pulled it back, "Don't look."

As soon as he raised his eyes, those pupils were full of strength, "You will be uncomfortable."

Xiang Yang wanted to stop He Biya, Liu Yi'an untied the white cloth himself, "If she wants to see it, let her see it."

Liu Yi'an's voice was suffocated, "You go first, and I will explain."

Liu Yi'an glanced at Xiang Yang and Fu Xiao, and the three pairs of eyes revealed their anxiety, "I've been busy all night, I won't leave, I'll wait for you in the car, Xiang Yang, you go back first."

Fu Xiao opened her mouth, and looked helplessly at He Biya, "If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, don't look for Brother Nuo, look for me, it's all my fault."

Fu Xiao twisted his face, Xiang Yang pushed him past He Biya, and the two of them chattered.

"Can you please stop talking?"

"No, I really want those people to go to hell!"

"It's hard for you, Brother Nuo!"

"I do things alone."

Xiang Yang gave Fu Xiao a blank look, and then secretly glanced at He Biya and Liu Yi'an behind him.

He Biya was slowly removing the layer of white cloth, she only glanced at it, then quickly covered it back, "What's going on?"

He Biya suddenly couldn't stand still and leaned against the wall, holding herself tightly with both hands, "She's not Song Yan, she's not!"

He Biya squatted down, holding her head, "I said, let her stay happy and don't interfere with these things."

Liu Yi'an signaled the staff to push the car away. He looked down at He Biya, moving his eyes little by little. He also squatted down and looked at her, "Zhuo Fan told you about the horror of those people. Changming or Song Fuyun, they have already started to act, and you have seen Song Yan's tragedy."

The eyes were full of melancholy, when He Biya raised her head, she seemed to see the young man who was full of sadness when he was painting again. He Biya raised her head and looked at Liu Yi'an at a level. , these eyes finally fell for her, a tear seeped from the corner of the eye, the eyes turned red, the tears still flowed down uncontrollably, "How can she have a wound, she is still so young, she has not been in love, she has not Get married and haven't made a lot of money yet, I said that I will lead her to create a world, one by one"

"Now that she's dead, there's nothing left."

He Biya stretched her neck, and Liu Yian looked at her with burning eyes, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, He Biya covered her face with her hands, not daring to look into Liu Yian's eyes again , she was thinking that maybe one day the person lying on it would be him.

"She doesn't deserve to die."

After a while, Liu Yi'an still spoke up, "Yesterday, Fu Xiao was discharged from the hospital. Song Yan came to pick him up. The group of people ambushed on the road, trying to catch Fu Xiao and threaten me. Under the situation, Song Yan went up to help Fu Xiao. How does she, a little girl, know how powerful those people are? She just wanted to help Fu Xiao, but in the panic, she didn't know who pushed Song Yan from the sidewalk. They were all thrown out, and when it landed, a large truck ran over her."

Liu Yi'an took a deep breath, saying these things from his mouth would make He Biya feel more comfortable, "She keeps calling me sister, should she die?"

Her voice trembled, He Biya knew that she was out of control, her hand slipped from her face, she smiled wryly, "Why did she find Fu Xiao?"

Her thoughts eased for a while, and she remembered that Fu Xiao also saved Song Yan at that time, "She is the kind of girl who will repay the kindness of a drop of water."

When she opened her mouth, the smell of disinfectant in the air became stronger, and even mixed with blood. This is not the first time He Biya has seen such a scene. As soon as she loosened her head, she hit the wall twice, Liu Yi'an directly put one hand on it, "It hurts, don't hit it."

Liu Yi'an's eyes loosened, and his eyes were anxious and irritable, but there was nothing he could do about He Biya.

"She shouldn't die." Liu Yi'an said heavily, his slender hands pinched He Biya and stood up. Every time he touched him, those emotions surged in his mind, "She shouldn't die, she shouldn't go through This accident, she is a good girl."

Liu Yi'an's eyes were bottomless, "What an accident, it's not an accident at all.

In just a few seconds, the eyes were entangled for a while.

"Liu Yi'an, without those people, Song Yan would have a bright future. I can't let her call me sister for nothing."

He Biya pulled her throat. Every time Song Yan called her elder sister, she always avoided it on purpose. There won't be a day when I can't stand it, and the string in my mind will be broken.

The scenery on the twentieth floor is very good. He Biting has seen it. Does she, He Biya, want to see it again?
"I don't know how to convince you not to walk with me, I thought you would cry hysterically today."

"hysteria?"

He Biya smiled, "I'm hysterical, I only leave it to He Biting, one time is enough."

He Biya took a deep breath, Song Yan's appearance was engraved in her mind, if it wasn't for He Biting's experience last time, she would have vomited long ago.

"You want to convince me? It's not that easy."

He Biya said very firmly, "I remember you said that Huaguo is a country with strict laws. I hope that things that cannot be done in other places can be done here."

He Biya's eyes were tightly closed, and there was a trace of tenderness in her entangled eyes. Liu Yi'an nodded and smiled, "You have a good mental quality. When I lie on it some other day, I hope you don't even look at it."

Once some scared words are uttered, it is as if I am ready, "Then I am too ruthless, Liu Yi'an, after all, you are dead, I can still inherit some inheritance, don't forget, I also use the name of Miss Fengling to give you Someone who wrote a review."

He Biya carefully pulled away Liu Yian's hands that were clamping her, as if her body was out of control, she hugged Liu Yian's waist.

She didn't know why, so she told the story of writing a painting review.

(End of this chapter)