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Old Lady Fu was already unwilling. She didn't know how long it would take for her to cover her head, but if Old Master Fu didn't apologize to her today, she would leave no matter what.

Seeing that the Old Lady Fu did not react, Fu Wanjiao immediately shouted to the old man: "Grandfather, you and Grandma give in, don't tell me you really want Grandma to leave this house?"

However, the others didn't know what the old man was thinking. This cold snort made the old lady and Fu Wanjiao think that the old man was right, and that he wouldn't apologize.

"What happened today?" Fu Huayong straightened his body and looked at Ning Jin, the light in his eyes could not be understood, Ning Jin coughed fakely, and looked around: "How do I know?"

Why didn't she know?

"You and him are still together? Or do you choose to continue on with him? "

Fu Huayong's eyes instantly became even colder.

She did not know how He Qiu found him, and what happened today was truly hard for her to accept, especially that face.

Ning Jin turned his body, and his exquisite face entered her eyes. To be honest, her feelings towards Fu Huayong had changed quite a bit.

Ning Jin stared at his for a long time and did not manage to regain his senses for a moment. Fu Huayong looked at his directly, and for a moment, no one turned their eyes away, the gesture was like a prelude to a kiss.'s old face blushed at the thought, she was a reserved woman.

But what was this closed eye, and this unconsciously pursed lips?

With a da sound, Ning Jin let out a painful cry, and his relaxed hand immediately covered his forehead, as he looked at Fu Huayong with an accusatory expression and asked: "Why did you hit me?"

Fu Huayong said smilingly, "Even if you want to think of spring, you still have to think of spring."

It seemed like this chat was playing too.

But in just a few seconds, Fu Huayong said: "He Qiu had a twin brother who returned when he was about ten years old. As for how old he was, it's unclear, but his brother passed away three years ago."

Fu Huayong stuttered every word of what he said, and without taking his eyes away from Ning Jin, Ning Jin caused all the emotions on his face to appear in his eyes, but in the end, he felt his heart clench.

"You, what did you say!"

Ning Jin grabbed Fu Huayong's arm and shouted, his face was filled with disbelief.

Fu Huayong looked at Ning Jin's claws and frowned, but said coldly: "The truth."

How could Ning Jin have died three years ago?! This is impossible!

Ning Jin's eyes widened, his thoughts were in a daze, he had been looking for him for so long, how did he disappear? Although He Qiu didn't directly admit to his relationship with He Ze, Ning Jin had already confirmed it.

But what was this news?

But looking at her legal and proper wife secretly suffering a grievance because of another man, what did this matter?

Fu Huayong squinted his eyes: "Ning Jin, don't go overboard." His tone was a little cold, but Ning Jin had nowhere to respond to that.

"How do you know all this? You're not lying to me?" These words were Ning Jin's last hope.

"Dead."

Fu Huayong revealed two words.

There was an endless silence.

"Where?"

Ning Jin's words didn't have a single ripple, but who knew what it meant to her?

Fu Huayong withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand one by one, and removed the soft spots Ning Jin had placed on his arm.

"Oh."

This time, Ning Jin's answer was even more concise. With just a voice that could be used to describe what it was like to experience extreme sorrow, Ning Jin knew in his heart. Fu Huayong frowned, in his eyes, Ning Jin was no different from a soulless soul.

He ignored the strange feeling in his heart, "Is there some relationship between you and He Qiu?"

Ning Jin lowered his eyes. The relationship between him and He Qiu, was even more so the relationship between her and He Ze.

She did not answer immediately, but turned her head and looked out the window. The sky outside was bright, and the sun was glaring, but the angle was mild. Through the window she could not see many people walking on the lawn, and laughter was easy for most, but for her it was hard to laugh from the bottom of her heart.

She seemed to have thought of something, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.

"I used to have a childhood friend called He Ze, and we had a very good relationship. It could be said that there was nothing to guess, but one day, because of a misunderstanding, I didn't see him again, and in the blink of an eye, a whole ten years had passed. Now, with great difficulty, I managed to find some news of him, yet you say that he is already dead."

As he said that, his tone turned slightly tearful. Hope and despair had really changed in an instant.

Fu Huayong remained silent.

He Qiu, He Ze. This name...

Fu Huayong could guarantee that before he took care of He Qiu here, he had never seen him before, nor had he made any contact with anyone else.

However, Ning Jin's words allowed Fu Huayong to find the direction, and perhaps the childhood sweetheart he spoke of was the main link.

For example, his death.

That day on the street, when I saw him, I thought that he was He Ze, and that's why I lost control of myself. It's just that behind him … I didn't expect him to use this to get close to me. " As he said this, he was once again filled with grief.

Fu Huayong looked at Ning Jin and did not speak immediately, until he said, "Do you want to know the reason behind all of this?"

Ning Jin's eyes lit up, she knew that the price had to be huge.