Chapter 281 (2/2)
The mobile phone suddenly rang. It was Zhao minglie.
”Yan ye, is brother Fu with you?” Zhao minglie's voice was very urgent, as if someone was chasing him behind his back.
”No! Is something wrong with him?” Li yanye asked closely.
”On the winding mountain highway of Wangshan in the North City, the police found a burned Cayenne with a charred body inside. From the evidence left on the car, it should be done by Hetun's men!”
Hetun again!
Li yanye was silent. He knew how cruel Hetun's men were, and his rib still hurt faintly. No matter how powerful Ren Fu'an is, it is difficult for one person to resist the attack of Hetun's men.
”Yan ye? Is Yan ye still there?” Zhao minglie urgently called twice.
Li yanye said, ”where is Fu'an's body?”
”In the funeral home... It has been charred. I can't even see my original face. I'm already here.”
”Wait for me, I'll be there in a minute!”
Li yanye hung up the phone. The blue Chevrolet was like an arrow flying in the direction of the funeral home. This is Mochen's sultry man's car. Only he can control this color.
Fu'an's charred body is under a piece of blue cloth. This smell is most familiar to Li yanye, even unforgettable.
In the past half a year, Li Tianhao had this smell for most of the month. At that time, Li yanye kept close to Li Tianhao and accompanied him through hell again and again.
When he reached out to lift the blue cloth, Li yanye's hands and expression were stable. Only he himself knew how turbulent his heart was.
Even if you pick up a dog, you will have feelings after keeping it for a long time. What's more, Fu'an is a person who has rescued him many times!
Under the blue cloth is a charred corpse that has been burned so that it can't distinguish the original facial features.
Zhao minglie couldn't help choking at this time. ”Brother Fu, I will... Help you take revenge!”
Fu'an is really haunted at ordinary times. Strangers are not allowed to enter. But Zhao minglie just likes his cold, alienated and arrogant character. In fact, he has always respected and admired him.
Li yanye didn't speak. Now it's not just the pain in his ribs. His whole body felt as if he had been bitten by ants. The dense fine pain gathered up, but it was fatal.
”Ming lie, go out first and let me be alone.” Li yanye's voice is hoarse and deep, with endless desolation and pain.
”Master Yan... I'm sorry...” when Zhao minglie withdrew, he was almost speechless.
Looking at the charred corpse above, Li yanye's eyes were slightly red.
”You shit, don't you say I'm not dead? You're not allowed to have an accident?! you don't keep your promise!” Li yanye shouted in a low voice, and every word had a painful meaning.