Fu Yanshen's wheelchair was hit by the fleeing people.

Two bodyguards supported the unconscious Fu Yanshen and quickly left this floor.

…

"Morning light——"

Fu Yanshen hadn't been unconscious for long when he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat.

He opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling.

Memories flooded into my mind instantly.

He forced Chen Xi into the operating room.

There was a fire in the operating room.

The morning light is still inside!

Fu Yanshen's heart was severely torn apart.

Morning light——

"Mr. Fu, I helped you, your hand was injured."

The bodyguard who was watching with his head down saw Fu Yanshen trying to stand up with his gauze-wrapped hands, and immediately stepped forward to help him.

"Send me up."

He knew he was still in the hospital.

Fu Yanshen issued an order in a hoarse voice.

"yes!"

They just wanted to take Mr. Fu away temporarily.

They were the people appointed by Mu Xinglan to Mr. Fu. They obeyed Mr. Fu and also wanted to protect him.

They can't just watch something happen to Mr. Fu, otherwise they won't be able to explain it to Master Mu.

The two helped Fu Yanshen back into the wheelchair and pushed him upstairs.

Upstairs, firefighters have arrived and have just put out the fire.

Finishing work is being done.

As soon as Fu Yanshen appeared, he saw a stretcher being carried out from the operating room where Mu Chenxi performed surgery, with a burnt corpse on it, placed on the ground.

Turn around and continue searching.

Fu Yanshen looked at the stretcher not far away, and the blood in his body instantly condensed.

He pressed the wheelchair and rushed over quickly.

As soon as he got close, he threw his body towards the stretcher.

With a "pop" sound, his knees fell heavily to the ground.

Kneeling in front of the stretcher, looking at the charred body.

He kept mumbling: "No, no, definitely not..."

This is not the morning light!

It must not be the morning light!

He was the one who was wrong, not Chen Xi!

He is the one who deserves to die, not Chenxi!

Chen Xi will not die!

Fu Yanshen, who was unwilling to face reality, muttered while trying to retreat.

Until, a familiar object caught his eye.

He suddenly pounced again.

Looking at the charred corpse with a necklace around its neck.

The pendant of the necklace is a ring!

It’s his and Chen Xi’s unique wedding ring!

After the divorce, she took it off and never wore it again.

Even though the relationship between the two quickly heated up and he tried it out, Chen Xi just glanced at him lightly and did not let go and put the ring on again.

Both he and Chen Xi knew that Chen Xi's willingness to wear the ring again meant that he was willing to give him another chance.

She refused at that time because she had no intention of doing so.

But now the ring appears on Chen Xi's neck.

It's so obvious when I put it on again.

After his car accident, when she appeared in front of him again, did that mean she had decided to get back together with him?

But what did he do?

He pushed her away again and again.

Finally, he personally pushed Chenxi into the gate of hell.

It was he who killed Chen Xi and their children!

'Fu Yanshen, I will never forgive you until I die!'

The last words Mu Chenxi said to him before he was forced into the operating room emerged in his mind.

Over and over again, endlessly.

"ah!!!!"

Fu Yanshen pinched the ring, looked at the charred corpse in front of him, opened his mouth, and screamed silently. The pain was heartbreaking!

There is a fishy-sweet taste in the throat.

A mouthful of blood spurted out!

Sprinkled all over the charred corpse.

He was so sad that his body went limp and he fell on the charred corpse.

…

Four years later, in country h, a single-family villa.

In the early morning, sunlight pours into the spacious living room from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room bright.

In the kitchen, there is a very beautiful and cute little boy, about three or four years old. He is not tall enough. He is standing on a chair with a decoration in his hand and an eight-inch cake that is about to be completed in front of him.

The little guy looked serious and carefully squeezed the chocolate sauce bit by bit.

As his little hand moved, a mother slowly appeared on the cake.

He paused slightly with his little hands and began to write again.

Daddy said that he wrote the words on the birthday cake for Mommy with his own hands, and Mommy would be very happy to see it.

So, he practiced secretly for a long time.

Because the little guy got up too early in the morning, he couldn't help but yawned halfway through writing.

With a flick of the hand holding the decoration, the chocolate sauce squeezed out, leaving a long trace.

Seeing this situation, the little guy's pretty face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were full of panic.

Standing on the chair at a loss, he ruined the happy birthday that daddy had specially prepared for mommy early in the morning.

Everything about mommy has to be the best.

So is the cake for mommy!

But he actually made the cake defective.

Fu Ziyi was very panicked, and his little body was shaking uncontrollably due to panic and fear.

"Are you ready?"

A cold voice came from the direction of the living room, footsteps getting closer and closer, and Fu Ziyi's little body became tighter and tighter.

Until the man's tall and straight figure appeared in the kitchen, Fu Ziyi turned around carefully and timidly apologized, "Daddy, I'm sorry."

It's useless for him, he can't do this little thing well.

Fu Qingtian approached and saw the flaw on the cake, and his eyes fell on Fu Ziyi.

He didn't speak, but the look in his eyes made Fu Ziyi unbearable, and his little body instantly shook like a thin willow in the wind.

Just as the atmosphere was condensing, footsteps came from the second floor and they were going downstairs.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Qingtian's expression suddenly changed, and the twelfth lunar month of winter suddenly turned into the warmth of spring.
To be continued...