I'm sorry, you are responsible for me

Chapter 60 The Last Battle (2)
Although Tang Bao didn't understand his words very well, she could sense his demeanor and tone, and she giggled, but after laughing, she felt a little melancholy: "Don't...everyone else says, Tang Bao Bao is very stupid, and he can't speak well, Tang Bao is afraid that Dad won't...don't like Tang Bao." When she was in a hurry, her stuttering became more serious, and it took a long time to finish a sentence.

"Dad likes soup dumplings, very much."

"Really?"

"Really." His expression was very serious and his eyes were very focused.

The soup dumpling hugged Fu Zhiyan's neck, took a bite, and kissed him on the face, she was very happy.

In the past, Fu Zhiyan was stingy with every word of praise that could come out of his mouth, which was true for everyone, but now facing his daughter who is a little bit retarded in mental development, the beautiful words come out of his mouth immediately, with sincere affection, which makes Ye Jia feel very warm.Tang Bao felt very insecure since she was a child. When she was with Fu Shi, although she had difficulty expressing herself and her thinking was slow, she actually had low self-esteem in her heart, especially when relatives and friends gathered together during the holidays. Fu Shi is capable and smart, and Tang Bao's heart will be very disappointed. Her emotions are all on her face. After Ye Jia noticed it, she would never praise Fu Shi in front of Tang Bao. Fu Shi could understand her. Painful, so I don't care.

Ye Jia brought out the prepared bad egg fish, turned around and saw Fu Shi was in a daze, she asked: "Son, go out and chat with Dad for a while, when you were young, you used to celebrate New Year's Eve Dad will come back, I'm afraid I don't have any memory at that time."

Fu Shi frowned, and said reluctantly, "I'll help you in the kitchen."

Ye Jia smiled: "Then you can help me, I think you are standing here, there is no other use for you except to get in my way."

Fu Shi was a little annoyed, rolled up his sleeves and was about to come forward to chop vegetables, but Ye Jia took the knife away: "Little ancestor, go out to play, mom doesn't want your help here."

"Yezi." Fu Shi looked at Fu Zhiyan, then at Ye Jia, and asked, "You don't blame him at all after all these years?"

"Do you blame him?"

"A little bit." Fu Shi lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "He hasn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, let alone fulfilled... his responsibilities as a husband. I don't like him."

He's outspoken... doesn't like him.

Ye Jia frowned, reached out to wrap his arms around Fu Shi's shoulders, and patted his head: "It's fine if you don't like it, it's okay."

"Really?" Fu Shi looked up in disbelief. He thought Ye Jia would be angry if he told his true thoughts, but he didn't expect to be so open-minded.

Ye Jia smiled mysteriously, and said firmly: "Because in the future, you will definitely be fascinated by him."

The family ate dinner beautifully, watched TV together for a while, and the two children were sent to bed by Ye Jia. When the two entered the room, the first thing Fu Zhiyan did was to turn off the TV. The lights in the room were turned off, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

"Why are the lights off?" she asked.

"My face...is not good-looking." He replied, "It will scare you."

When she was pressed under him, she reached out and stroked his face. The rough and uneven scars on his face made her heart palpitate. She kissed him lightly, little by little, like a dragonfly on water.

"This is your glory, it always reminds me..."

In the dark night, she murmured and quarreled with him, their ears rubbed against each other, and their breathing became hotter.

"My crush, he's a hero."

He looked at her cherishingly, with a pious and focused expression, she was like a treasure in his hands, being carefully handled by him, and he couldn't put it down.Ye Jia tightly hugged his strong back, stroking the uneven scars on his back, bit by bit, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, not deep enough to make him tremble.

"I hate you a little bit." Along with his movements, her voice was intermittent, sad and resentful...

"You should hate me, you'd better poke a few holes in me with a knife." His head was deeply buried in her chest, heaving and falling, his breathing was rough and heavy.

"I killed you, who hurts me?"

"I love you, I will love you to death." He said, "One life is not enough, there is another life."

"If you haven't fulfilled your promise in this life, will you be in your next life?"

"If you think that I can't be a good husband... In the next life, you will be my daughter and let me take good care of you and make up for you."

The next day, around four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Ye Jia woke up and found that the person beside her pillow was no longer there. Under the night light, he bowed his head and kissed his sleeping daughter, then walked out.

Ye Jia couldn't help but embraced his broad shoulders, feeling nostalgic, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving now."

"Well, Brother Jiu will become suspicious after being out for such a long time."

"At the risk of failing the mission, you want to come back to condolences to your beautiful wife?" Ye Jia was wearing a nightgown, and her smooth thighs hooked up to Fu Zhiyan's buttocks, rubbing against Fu Zhiyan's buttocks, with a charming voice.

Fu Zhiyan was aroused by her, kissed her vigorously, and said just now: "I came back because I want you to take the child away from Luzhou. It is best to leave today, go to the capital, and be with parents."

Ye Jia frowned: "Will it be dangerous?"

"That's not true," he replied.

"But you will always... be my weakness."

At the airport, Ye Jia's heart was in turmoil. It wasn't until she sent the two children to the plane and called her mother to ask her to pick up Fu Shi and Fu Xiang at the airport that her heart gradually settled down.

She threw the boarding pass into the trash can, and she didn't want to leave.

Can no longer bear the separation, this time, no matter what, she will stay and be with him!
In the dilapidated rental house, Brother Nine cautiously opened the door, looked at the person defensively, and said, "Are you from Master Kun?"

"Yes."

Brother Jiu looked around and put the person into the room.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lu Jing walked out of the rental house, the night was very deep and dense.

The deployment of Fu Zhiyan and Mu Chen was in vain. Lord Kun did not show up at the originally agreed place, and Brother Nine did not show up. Only a few of Brother Nine's subordinates were taken back. They are Brother Nine's bodyguards. , in many cases, nothing is known.

At five o'clock in the morning, Mu Chen was awakened by a phone call.

Brother Nine is dead.

Died in the rented house, his throat was sealed with a knife, and there was no trace of struggle. The murderer's modus operandi was very professional.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Jia was so bored that she put on her earphones and began to listen to the audio of Tang Bao's recent activities.

The child real-time monitoring device she bought for her can locate and record. It is pinned on the chest of the soup bag, like a small badge, which can record her whole day and prevent the child from getting lost.There was nothing wrong with the first few audios. They were either playing with Fu Shi in the park, or grandparents took them to the movies, and sometimes there were ravings about Tang Bao while sleeping. Ye Jia pulled down, and she basically I have heard it all in the Internet, but I only missed a few paragraphs. It was the days when Mr. Fu passed away, he helped arrange the funeral at home, so he didn't have time to listen.

After clicking on the audio recording on the day Mr. Fu died, she walked into the kitchen and listened to the recording while making breakfast for herself.

At the beginning, it was a conversation between Tang Bao and Fu Shi. Tang Bao always liked to ask Fu Shi many strange questions. Fu Shi was usually too lazy to answer and ignored him. Then there was the sound of closing the door. He left the ward, and Tang Bao sat alone. On the hospital bed, he murmured illogical nonsense to himself for a while, and then there was the rustling sound of getting out of bed. Immediately afterwards, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and an old and steady step walked in.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy sigh.

"Old man Fu, I'm here."

Ye Jia recognized that it was Mr. Xu's voice. At that time, Tang Bao must have been hiding under the bed, so Mr. Xu might not have noticed.

"Unexpectedly, you will still come in front of me."

Xu Laowu sighed spontaneously. Ye Jia took out her mobile phone and wanted to skip the audio. After all, this was the conversation between Fu Lao and Xu Lao. When he was about to close and exit, he only heard Mr. Xu say, "Isn't it reconciled?"

"You have two grandsons, one is not enough to die, another one died."

Ye Jia's fingertips stopped suddenly, and then, Xu Lao sneered desolately: "If it wasn't for Fu Zhijin, my son Xu Kun wouldn't have died at all. Do you know what this is called? This is retribution."

The electrocardiogram suddenly beeped twice, and Mr. Fu could hear his words.

Ye Jia's heart suddenly twitched. Not long after Mr. Xu left the ward, Mr. Fu died...

The kitchen knife in Ye Jia's hand was suddenly put down, and his whole body felt cold.

What is the relationship between the death of Fu Zhijin and Mr. Xu's son?
"Back then, Fu Zhijin suspected my son of drug trafficking, and chased him all the way from Nancheng to Bicheng. Who would have thought that an earthquake of magnitude 7.8 occurred that night..."

"I watched my son's corpse being lifted up from under the ruins. His whole body was covered in blood and his head was smashed. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?" Old Xu's laughter Ye Jia shuddered, "At that time, what I thought was, if Fu Zhijin didn't die, I would send him to be buried with my son!"

"But God didn't give me this chance. He was useless, died, and became a hero."

"If Fu Zhijin hadn't pursued him all the way, Xu Kun wouldn't have fled to Bicheng, and he wouldn't have died at all!" He suddenly became excited, "You have a son and a grandson, but I only have one Xu Kun. After dying, I have to say to others, such a wicked person, die well... Do you know what it feels like? You have both children and everything, but I, except Xu Kun, have nothing... Nothing..." He smiled desolately.

"I did all this for no other reason than for one thing. I just want you to experience the pain of losing a loved one."

This piece of audio only lasted about 3 minutes, but Ye Jia felt that it seemed as if a century had passed, and he hadn't recovered for a long time.

That's Mr. Xu!How could she...

Ye Jia suddenly thought of Lord Kun...

Xu Kun...

Mr. Xu said that he took over Xu Kun's business. Could it be that the so-called "Master Kun" is...

Thinking further down, the colder Ye Jia felt, the more he remembered the last trip to the hot springs. Ye Jia pretended to be a waiter and met Mr. Fu and Mr. Xu on the way. It's obvious!
The fried eggs in the pan were already mushy, Ye Jia quickly turned off the fire and turned on the exhaust fan, but at this moment, her phone rang, and seeing that it was Mr. Xu, her trembling hands almost I can't hold my phone steady.

"Girl, I plan to go abroad for a trip."

Ye Jia took a deep breath, making her voice sound normal: "Xu...Grandpa Xu, are you going abroad?"

"Well, I'm old, I really want to go out for a walk and have a look."

"Oh..." She was a little dazed, not knowing what to do.

"Thinking of your craftsmanship, I wonder if there will be a chance to eat it again in the future."

Ye Jia looked at the time, pretended to be calm, and said, "Grandpa Xu, don't say that, Jiajia is here now, and I'll give you a farewell party, can you see it?"

"Won't it delay your business?"

"No delay."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jia sent the audio to Fu Zhiyan without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)