Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1087 Like things that are superficial

Xie Feng was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Brother Xingzhou doesn't seem like such a superficial person."

Superficial enough to extract a poem, and this poem contains the name of the woman he likes, so blatantly, without concealing it.

Fu Yancheng lowered his eyelashes, and his clenched fists had already exerted all their strength.

"Liking something is superficial. If it is really Shengmian, then everything can be explained. We have never doubted her, and we have been investigating in the wrong direction, so things have not made any progress until now."

"But Yancheng, if Sheng Mian is really that woman, wouldn't she appear by your side for some other purpose, and she always knew that we were looking for Brother Xingzhou, but she never said that Brother Xingzhou likes you?" This time, Grandpa Fu followed Brother Xingzhou and Sheng Mian disappeared just right, 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 it was the elder Fu Yancheng cared about most who died, and it was his own brother and the woman he loved the most who lied to him.

This matter cannot be pondered over.

Fu Yancheng's lips were pursed, and he suddenly remembered something, and he strode upstairs.

Finally he came to Shengmian's cabinet, which was locked and needed a combination.

He didn't know the password, so he entered Sheng Mian's birthday casually.

wrong password.

He tried to enter his birthday again.

wrong password.

Fu Yancheng smiled sarcastically, and suddenly entered Fu Xingzhou's birthday.

Password is correct.

That "click" was like the funniest joke in the world.

His fingertips paused on the lock for a while, feeling the urge to smash the box.

But he didn't.

He just opened the box, and the contents inside were very simple, only a jellyfish seal and a small notebook remained.

This is exactly the same as the diary that Xie Feng investigated at the beginning.

His fingertips were stiff, and he flipped through the notebook casually, but there was nothing in it.

There is a place on the inner page where you can feel the glue marks, and something should have been glued here.

His fingertips paused at this place for a long time, then he closed the diary.

Chunmian doesn't know dawn, and I hear birds everywhere.

sticky.

Sent by first love.

The puppy who appeared in Fu's house before disappeared.

Associating each detail, it became the fact that he least wanted to admit.

Fu Yancheng sat on a chair, and the small box was placed on the table in front of him.

He has been sitting for a long time, so long that his body is 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 shocked.

She thought that Mr. Fu went back last night, because this man didn't go down for dinner last night, she didn't expect him to be sitting in this room, and looking at it like this, it seemed that 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, raised his eyes and glanced outside, only to realize that he had been sitting here all night.

He stood up and straightened his suit calmly.

The phone rang at this time, telling him to go and collect the old man's ashes.

He shook his head at Liu Qiong and didn't say anything else.

When we came downstairs, Sticky was walking around the house.

Fu Yancheng squatted down and looked at it seriously. No wonder Sticky has always been very enthusiastic. It turned out that he had seen it.

It's just that he has always been allergic to dog hair, so he fed it from a long distance at that time.

Then it was sent away.

After a while, he just looked at it like this, his eyes turned red, and he smiled lightly.

Sticky barked at him, as if sensing his emotions.

(End of this chapter)