Dressed as a wealthy widow who inherits billions of inheritances

Chapter 27 She Can Break Ribs and Make Soup for Him!

Shen Chuanlin looked at Wei Lai and Xiang Nian, "You two go down one by one, and make room for me."

Wei Lai declined in grief, "Second Master, I want to give my wife a ride."

Shen Chuanlin had no choice but to turn his attention to Xiang Nian.

Before he could open his mouth, Xiang Nian hurriedly said, "Mr. Shen is not here. I want to see Mrs. Shen off on behalf of Mr. Shen."

Shen Chuanlin: "..."

In the end, Shen Chuanlin had no choice but to drive his own car and follow the funeral car.

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In the funeral car.

Just when Xia Zhiwei was about to find a suitable time to wake up, he suddenly heard a low and lazy man's voice next to him: "Give me the scalpel."

Xia Zhiwei's heart twitched: Fuck, what is this man trying to do with a scalpel?
Wei Lai asked Xia Zhiwei the doubts in his heart, "What are you doing with the scalpel?"

Shen Ye glanced at Wei Lai with dark eyes, and took off his mask slowly.

Wei Lai blurted out in surprise, "Master Jing Yan?"

"Ah."

The real Shen Ye and the fake Xie Jingyan responded lightly, "The scalpel can be used for surgery, or..."

He paused, and glanced at the body bag on the stretcher bed with a half-smile, "It's used to dissect the corpse."

"Explore, dissect?"

Wei Lai was so startled that he almost bit his tongue.

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his wife's gourd, there was one thing he could be sure of: his wife was definitely not dead.

If it was cut open, it would be dead if not dead!
"Master Jing Yan, my wife..."

Shen Ye raised his hand to interrupt Wei Lai, and unzipped the body bag slowly, exposing Xia Zhiwei's bloodless face under the light.

"Wei Lai, your wife died for no apparent reason. You have to find out the cause of death. Don't you want to seek justice for your wife?"

"Uh?"

Wei Lai was taken aback by the rhetorical question, and in the next second, he saw an undertaker handing a sharp and shiny scalpel to Shen Ye's hand.

The surface of the scalpel refracted a bright cold light under the lights on the roof.

Wei Lai's heart almost stopped beating, "No, I can't do an autopsy..."

"Wei Lai, do you want to watch your wife die for no apparent reason?"

"No, Master Jing Yan, my wife is not dead!"

"not dead?"

Shen Ye raised his eyebrows jokingly, and looked down at the woman who was as motionless as a wooden stake, with deep interest floating in his eyes.

One thing to say, her camouflage skills are really good.

Observing at such a close distance, there is no clue at all.

As if it was really a corpse.

Shen Ye pinched Xia Zhiwei's chin, and fiddled with it twice like a toy, "Even if he didn't die, he probably couldn't be saved, so let's just cut it open, while it's fresh..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Zhiwei sat up straight.

"While it's fresh, what do you want to do...?"

After seeing the face of the man in front of him clearly, Xia Zhiwei's attitude made a sharp 180-degree turn, from fury to gentleness.

The young man who was close at hand had sword eyebrows and star eyes, three-dimensional and good-looking facial features, and the lines of his face were almost perfect to the extreme.

A handsome guy deserves to be treated with tenderness, not to mention the best in the world before him.

If the other party is willing to be her boyfriend, she can break his ribs and make soup for him!

Seeing Xia Zhiwei staring at Shen Ye in a daze (in a nympho), Wei Lai quickly introduced: "Madam, this is Master Jing Yan."

Honestly?

Well, sure enough, the good-looking little brother even has a nice name!

"My little brother..."

The undisguised fanaticism and obsession in the woman's eyes were all too familiar to Shen Ye.

Because he has met too many girls like this since he was a child.

(End of this chapter)