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An hour later, Mo Hongyu came after hearing the news, crying hard while holding the burnt body of the young man.

It wasn't until she was tired of crying that Abao quietly gestured to him, "Young Master Cheng is not dead. He is hiding in the toilet. Go and take a look." ]

This made Mo Hongyu so excited that she immediately ran to the bathroom of their ward.

"son."

Mo Hongyu saw her son sitting in a compartment inside, and she hugged her son excitedly.

"Mommy, find a way to get mine away quietly. Just find a big coffin."

"That's so unlucky." Mo Hongyu just felt as if her son was really dead. She didn't want her son to sleep in the coffin.

"In this way, they will believe that I am really dead. Mommy, I have to fake my death this time, otherwise I will die."

"Okay." Mo Hongyu had no choice but to agree, "I'll let your dad prepare it."

"Don't let my dad know this beforehand."

Zeng Zhaocheng immediately stopped Mo Hongyu, "The fewer people know about this, the better."

"it is good."

For the sake of her son, Mo Hongyu had to make arrangements by herself.

She called her assistant and asked him to buy a coffin. When the hospital objected, she just used money to settle the matter without allowing others to see it. Just like that, she first let Zeng Zhaonian lie on the bottom of the coffin, and then placed it on the coffin. The partition was closed, and the charred corpse of the young man who died for Zeng Zhaocheng was placed on the upper floor. Finally, Zeng Zhaonian was moved in tears.

With Zeng Zhaonian like this, she wouldn't dare take the coffin to the funeral parlor.

So she took the coffin back to the villa where Zeng Yuanbo let her live.

When she arrived at the place, she immediately took Zeng Zhaocheng out of the coffin.

The young man who was designed by Zeng Zhaocheng to be killed by a killer was put back into the coffin.

"Close the lid. The burning is so terrible. My Acheng has stayed in the same coffin with him for so long. Acheng is so pitiful."

Mo Hongyu had no sympathy for this poor young man, as if it was a blessing for this young man who still had many good years to die for her son.

Abao had no choice but to close the lid and put the coffin aside without anyone taking care of it.

Because now, they only care about Zeng Zhaocheng.

"What do you think, Acheng? Is the injury on your foot okay?" Mo Hongyu walked to Zeng Zhaocheng's side, deeply afraid that her son would be injured on the way back.

"It's okay." Zeng Zhaocheng looked at the coffin, "Let's have a good funeral for him. Let them know that I am dead."

The most important thing is to make the Li family believe that he is dead.

Only in this way will people from the Li family stop sending killers to kill him.

"Don't worry, I will let someone take care of this matter." Mo Hongyu also knew that what happened to her son in the past two days was that Zeng Zhaonian came to avenge their mother and son, so now her son has found someone to die for him. , then the bastard Zeng Zhaonian must be made to think that his son is dead. Only in this way can the son have enough time to recover.

Zeng Zhaonian, wait for me, wait for you to help Zeng get the agency rights of Shenhai, wait for my son's foot to heal, and see how I deal with you.

Mo Hongyu looked at the coffin and swore bitterly in her heart that no one knew how much he hoped that the person hiding in the coffin at this moment was Zeng Zhaonian.

But things have to be done step by step and can't be rushed.

Mo Hongyu didn't want her son to still sit on the sofa. Her son's foot was injured and he should be lying on the bed.

She then asked Abao to carry Zeng Zhaocheng upstairs to the room she had prepared for him.

Then he began to prepare for Zeng Zhaocheng's funeral.

The first person Mo Hongyu thought of was Zeng Yuanbo.

But when she called Zeng Yuanbo, no one answered.

At this time, Zeng Yuanbo was having breakfast with Xiaolu and Xiao Guofeng in the restaurant.

In Xiangjiang, when having breakfast, I either read newspapers or watch TV news.

Today, Zeng Yuanbo wanted to have something in common with his son and Xiao Guofeng, so he gave up reading the newspaper and asked the servant to turn on the TV.

"According to the news sent back by our reporter, a fire broke out at XXX Hospital in Xiangjiang last night, and a patient was burned to death. According to information, this patient was Zeng Zhaocheng, the eldest son of Lingyu Jewelry. He was interrupted by a misidentification by the following elements. The leg was treated at XXX Hospital, and later died due to a fire in the hospital. Since this was an accident, we interviewed Mrs. Zeng, and she said that she would not hold the hospital responsible..."

When Xiaolu heard the news, he immediately stopped his chopsticks and looked at Zeng Yuanbo, "Daddy."

"Ah?" Zeng Yuanbo came back to his senses, glanced at the path, and then went to watch TV. The TV was still reporting on Zeng Zhaocheng's burning to death. He looked at it in disbelief. It looked like him. Can't believe your son died like this?

"Daddy, you still have me."

Xiaolu reminded Zeng Yuanbo that if it were anyone else, he would be comforting a white-haired man giving his black-haired father a gift, but if it were Xiaolu, it would not be comfort, but a reminder.

Remind Zeng Yuanbo not to feel sad about Zeng Zhaocheng’s death.

Because he came back to take revenge.

"You guys eat slowly, I won't eat anymore."

Zeng Yuanbo couldn't bear it after his son died.

He went upstairs.

Xiaolu didn't stop him because he didn't want to have breakfast with Zeng Yuanbo. He was annoyed to see a father like Zeng Yuanbo.

Zeng Yuanbo left, Xiaolu was even happier.

"There's just one thing I can't figure out. Is Mo Hongyu the kind of person who would let go of the culprit who killed her son?"

In Xiao Guofeng's mind, when he heard the TV host say that Mo Hongyu did not hold the hospital responsible, he felt abnormal.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Mo Hongyu cared so much about Zeng Zhaocheng that there was no way she would not hold the hospital responsible after Zeng Zhaocheng died in an accident in the hospital.

There will be a fuss no matter what.

But she didn't, which made Xiao Guofeng think it was impossible.

"No, she cares about Zeng Zhaocheng very much. Zeng Zhaocheng's death is a huge blow to her. She can't let Haojia Hospital go so easily."

Xiaolu also stopped using his chopsticks, feeling that this was very strange.

"But she said she would not hold the hospital responsible. This shows that there must be something wrong. Either someone gave her enough benefits, or..."

When Xiao Guofeng said this, Xiao Lu immediately said to Xiao Guofeng excitedly, "There is no compensation that can be compared with the life of my own son.

"Then another possibility is that Zeng Zhaocheng is not dead, but someone else is."

Xiaolu soon thought of this.

"This matter is not simple, we have to check it out."

Xiao Guofeng immediately went to investigate the matter. If Zeng Zhaocheng was really alive this time, he would definitely hide. In this way, he and Xiaolu would be in a situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear. This would be very important for their next actions. It's not good, so they must investigate this matter.