Chapter 843 (1/2)

At this time, Zhongmu finally found a big medical record in a suit.

At this time, the medical record is a big book for adults.

Zhong Mu opened it and found that the contents of it really recorded that Tang Ying had chronic renal failure, and it was between stage 3 and stage 4.

Zhong Mu told everyone about the medical record, and then she explained the severity of the disease.

After hearing this, all the Jing family members' opinions are: Tang Ying died. A woman with such a vicious mind has to live up to her death. She is not worthy of sympathy!

If you die, don't think of harming people. Don't think that she is dead. Even if Jingpeng is killed by this push, Jingpeng is acting for you.

This family meeting is so scattered. The village head's family will deal with Tang Ying's body as they like. They don't want to deal with it.

This kind of woman, before death so many blame die, after death, do not know whether can become a blame ghost, they do not want to close at all.

After the family left, the village head's family was left.

Jingjuntai said decisively, ”find some people, dig a hole and bury her. Then take the medical record to the police station to report the case. ”

So that night, the village head found several villagers, went to his own mountain, dug a pit, and buried Tang Ying's body that night.

At night, it's very dark.

He could not see his fingers, as if the whole ground had been dyed with a thick layer of ink.

Night wind blowing, a sharp, cold, cold, as if the face was countless sharp knives mercilessly across.

Tang Huai stood in front of the window, looking out of the window calmly.

Tonight, Tang Ying is buried.

They hate and hate each other. Finally, one of them reported to the king of hell.

Don't know why, Tang Huai is not happy.

In her mind, Tang Ying always looks at the picture of Jing Peng with despair and asking for help.

She asked Jingpeng for help, and Jingpeng, holding the class flowers, left

In her last life, Jingpeng was so callous and indifferent to herself that she died. No, she had a chance to be reborn.

Can Tang Ying be reborn? She won't think about it.

What she is thinking is that Jing Pengzhen is merciless

What she was thinking was that she prescribed Tang Ying medicine. How could she die so fast?

Is she chronic or acute? How can she die?

Tang Huai also thought, do not rely on her blood, not rely on the essence of scorpions, rely on their own medical skills to see if it can cure her.

I never expected that she would die so soon

Jingxuan comes in with a clean casual suit.

Seeing Tang Huai standing in front of the window blowing the cold wind, he quickly stepped forward and pulled her apart: ”how can I blow the cold wind here? Don't you know the wind at night is biting? ”

Jingxuan closes the window, and then turns to look at Tang Huai: ”how? What's on your mind? ”

Tang Huai raised his eyes and looked at Jingxuan in a quiet way: ”brother Jingxuan, Tang Ying is dead, I am not happy, am I abused and addicted?”

”It's not abuse, it's not unhappiness, it's loss, right? All of a sudden, the person who has always been against himself, when he is free, tries to frame himself, has gone completely. Is he a little lost? This loss is not reluctant, nor sad, but quiet. ”

”Quiet?”

Jingxuan nodded: ”yes, it's quiet. For example, if you have been in the same neighborhood with a group of people for a long time, even if there is no intersection at ordinary times, suddenly all these neighborhoods have moved away, and you see the hot and noisy yard suddenly become cold and clear, you will have a kind of lost happiness and loss, either for the neighborhood or for the neighborhood. When you get back to the city and live a busy life, you won't feel that way. Besides, Tang Ying and you are enemies. She died suddenly. It's normal for you to react if you don't adapt. You don't need to hurt your mind and bring cold wind here. ”

Jingxuan caresses her cold red face painfully: ”look at you, I'll take a bath, and you've been standing in front of the window, haven't you? The face is blown red, blow down like this again, the skin will be dry and split

”Rub it for me.” His hands are very warm. She likes the temperature. It can warm her heart.

Jingxuan looks at her tenderly. Her movements are as gentle as his eyes. She puts her hands on her face and rubs them gently, like a massage.

”Comfortable?”