Chapter 274

Zhao Qiqing put her hand behind Mrs. Fu to prevent people from falling down. At the same time, she looked at Li Shurong and her voice cooled down. "Not everyone is like you, and grandma won't do that."

"Grandma? Hehe, you're so close!"

"I have to say that you are very capable. I've coaxed our Fu family around these days when I'm away! Now it's my fault!"

Li Shurong suddenly increased her voice and took a few steps forward again, but was stopped by housekeeper Zhou.

She snorted coldly and turned to look at old lady Fu with unwilling eyes. "Do you think so, old lady?"

"Li Shurong!"

Fu Lao Fu's whole body trembled and trembled. He stretched out his fingers in the direction of Li Shurong, and his breath was a little short.

"Old lady..." housekeeper Zhou's worried voice came around.

Fu Laofu waved his hand, and his turbid eyes seemed to be suddenly injected with vitality. Suddenly, they became sharp and close to Li Shurong.

"You, you..." Li Shurong's face changed slightly and unconsciously stepped back.

"Li Shurong, how dare you ask me for something!"

Old lady Fu walked forward with the help of Zhao Qiqing.

Housekeeper Zhou glanced at the servant on one side. The servant understood and quickly moved a chair, "old lady."

Mrs. Fu sat down and looked a little shorter than others, but the momentum came up in an instant.

She took a deep breath and pushed away Zhao Qiqing's hand.

With the pain and memories of many vicissitudes in your eyes, you killed xishen's mother indirectly. For the sake of Junting and Xiaofeng, I allow you to enter the door of Fu's house, but that doesn't mean you can make any decision on behalf of Fu's house and me! Do you understand

"Grandma?"

After Mrs. Fu's words, there was a complete silence.

Not only Zhao Qiqing, but also the other people's faces were very surprised.

Zhao Qiqing only knew that Li Shurong was not Fu xishen's biological mother, but killed Fu xishen's mother... She couldn't imagine.

I can't imagine that Fu xishen grew up in the hands of Li Shurong.

"You, how do you know?!"

When Li Shurong heard the first half of the sentence from the old lady, her face had changed, and even her eyes were a little frightened, as if she remembered something terrible.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall.

Now that Mrs. Fu has said it, she is ready to sink the boat.

"If it hadn't been for xishen's small age, I wouldn't have turned a blind eye, but now..."

The old lady closed her eyes and when she opened them again, the sadness in her eyes became more intense, with some regret: "this is the most wrong decision I have made in my life!"

Yang Zhenzhen and Fu Junting were childhood sweethearts, and it's natural to get married later.

The marriage between Fu Yang and his family has also given great help to the Fu family. It can be said that it is a perfect match.

But this is the marriage that envies others. There is a crack because Yang Zhenzhen is pregnant.

It was not until Li Shurong came to the Fu residence that Yang Zhenzhen knew everything.

"Not me... Not me! I just wanted to teach her a lesson, and then I left. I didn't do her death!"

"Not me... Not me..."

Li Shurong shook her head and denied, muttering these words all the time.

At that time, she really said a few words with Yang Zhenzhen, but she didn't expect Yang Zhenzhen to be so excited.

Just pushed and pushed a few times, and as a result, something happened that kept her awake all her life.

At that time, only a "bang" sound was heard, and then there was a mess. When she reacted and turned around, Yang Zhenzhen had fallen into a pool of blood.

She panicked, as if her whole soul had been taken away, and stood where she was, not knowing how to react.

The chaotic crowd, the screams of servants and the cries of Fu xishen, who had just been born for less than a hundred days, finally pushed her out of the crowd.

When all the dust settled, it was the news of Yang Zhenzhen's death.

"You didn't do it?! Li Shurong, dare you touch your conscience and say that Zhenzhen's death has nothing to do with you?"

"When Zhenzhen was born in xishen, she suffered a lot of bleeding and serious physical loss. You knew she was weak and came to the door to provoke. What did you think? Don't you really know when you were my old woman?"

With a trembling voice, the old lady said the secret she had buried alone.

The big stone in my heart also fell to the ground safely, which was surprisingly comfortable.

Everyone present was silent, only the sound of breathing in layers. It was obvious that the secrecy was too shocking.

"Grandma, is what you said... True?"

Zhao Qiqing grabbed the back of the chair, her fingertips turned white and asked hoarsely.

"Alas... It's also strange that at that time, I was soft hearted and worried that there was no one to take care of xishen, so I acquiesced that Junting married Li Shurong. Now it seems that it's all bad consequences..."

Old lady Fu sighed for a long time. I don't know how many complicated emotions she sighed.

"Yes, if it weren't for me..."

Old lady Fu shook her head and suddenly stopped talking.

Zhao Qiqing heard the implied emotion and felt that any words and language were so pale for the first time.

She didn't expect Fu xishen's mother to die like this, let alone Li Shurong's indirect murderer of Yang Zhenzhen.

"Grandma, if you can, I hope you don't let Fu xishen know about it."

Zhao Qiqing can't imagine how such a proud man would look when he learned his life experience.

"Yes! Yes! You're right! You can't let xishen know! I, I..."

Li Shurong was suddenly excited, rushed forward and grabbed Zhao Qiqing's shoulder.

Although he was wearing a woolen coat outside, he was also caught and took a breath, "you let go of me!"

"You can't say, you can't say! Xishen can't know..."

"Can't know what?"

A cold voice sounded in the hall with some chill.

Li Shurong almost instantly, like being nailed in place by a nail, his whole body became very stiff, and the blood color on his face faded.

Da da da da da——

With steady and powerful steps, Li Shurong turned his head rigidly and saw Fu xishen face-to-face.

The black windbreaker on his body even brought some moisture because of the indoor temperature, which made the air here a little wet.

"West, West deep?"

Just a look in Fu xishen's eyes, Li Shurong almost released Zhao Qiqing's shoulder uncontrollably, with some fear in his eyes.

But because of his identity, he didn't make much action.

"Mother, what can't I know?"

Fu xishen asked with his hands in his pockets, his posture straight and his eyes narrowed.

The tone is so normal that it seems to be asking if you have eaten today.