"I'm fine and I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," Meng Fu got out of bed. She sucked the lily on the table and turned her head, "Mom, I want to go and see the Taoist priest tomorrow."

When she said that, she looked at the Taoist priest, Yang Hua didn't ask why. She handed the soup to Meng Fu: "You clean up, go tomorrow, I'll tell the master."

"Your pot of flowers is still there in Taoist priest." Meng Fu remembered the pot of flowers.

Yang Hua nodded, heard this, and frowned: "I don't know if that flower is alive."

Speaking of this, Yang Hua suddenly looked up and she looked at Meng Fu, "You go tomorrow, don't move my flowers."

Meng Fu: “…”

She took a sip of the soup silently, "Mom, I'm not such a person."

"I'll go with you tomorrow," Yang Hua became more and more worried as she thought about it, "they can't control you either."

"Hey, don't," Meng Fu leaned against the window lazily, and his voice was slow, "You're going, who's looking at my aunt?"

When Yang Hua thought of Mrs. Yang, she was also confused, "Don't touch my flowers."

"I know, I'll go and watch it. I'm going to record the show." She responded lazily, holding the soup, and turned her head to look at the lights that were not very light downstairs.

The phone rang at this time.

Yang Hua gave Meng Fu's cell phone to Meng Fu, surprised, "It's Zhaolin, he's looking for you so late, and he doesn't know what's going on."

After drinking the soup, Meng Fu took the phone over: "Cousin, are you in good health?"

When she saw Yang Zhaolin this morning, she didn't talk much to Yang Zhaolin.

On the other end of the phone was Yang Zhaolin's breathing.

He didn't speak.

Meng Fu stood up straight, she raised her eyes suddenly, and also slapped her hand holding the bowl, "What's wrong?"

"A Fu," Yang Zhaolin's voice was very slow, "Director Li has passed away."

After this sentence, no one spoke on the phone for a long time.

After a while, Meng Fu lowered her eyes, and her voice seemed to be nothing different from before: "Where are you?"

"A Xun and I are going to Dean Li's house."

"Okay," Meng Fu looked up, and she put the bowl on the table, her voice calmly: "Send me the address."

When Yang Hua heard Meng Fu's words, she looked at Meng Fu in surprise, "Are you going out?"

Meng Fu nodded and she walked out directly.

Yang Hua hurriedly said, "Wait, it's cold outside, put on a coat."

Meng Fu looked down and found that she was still sick. She took off her sick coat and took the black cotton coat that Yanghua brought to her.

Yang Hua wanted to go with Meng Fu, but Meng Fu refused.

"Mom, go see my aunt, I can do it alone." Meng Fu did not turn around. She walked to the elevator and reached out and pressed the elevator button.

**

Meng Fu didn't drive.

There is no one car downstairs.

Meng Fu didn't want to bother others now, so he stopped a taxi at the entrance of the hospital.

Dean Li’s house is near Beijing University, and there is a separate yard. It is not very large in size, but the guards are strictly guarded.

When Meng Fu arrived, the taxi could not enter. The security guard verified that she was from the laboratory and let her in.

The yard of President Li’s house is brightly lit.

When Meng Fu arrived, Dean Li's body had been transported back, and not many people came, only Yang Zhaolin, Meng Xun and Jin Zhiyuan.

Other friends including Dean Li made no one came, only Mrs. Li.

The door was wide open, and Meng Fu came silently, and no one saw her.

Meng Xun was accompanying Mrs. Li, and Jin Zhiyuan was very silent.

"This is your book," Mrs. Li saw Meng Xun and took the math problem and handed it to Meng Xun. "He has been reading this book during his lifetime. I told him that I gave it back to you several times, but he didn't give it back."

Meng Xun took the book, but she didn't know what to say, but she just said something even more: "My wife, you are mourning."

"I'm fine," Mrs. Li patted Meng Xun's hand. She was still very gentle. "It's his blessing that Old Li can have you students."

Yang Zhaolin was the first person to discover Meng Fu over.

The lights in the yard are not very bright.

She was shrouded in darkness, making people unable to see her expression.

"A Fu." Yang Zhaolin spoke.

The others also looked up and saw Meng Fu.

Meng Xun spoke, "Sister..."

Meng Fu nodded and walked to Dean Li's body.

Yang Zhaolin stood beside Meng Fu, "The teacher's wife said the dean died of a sudden illness."

"No," Meng Fu looked at Dean Li's calm face and looked up. She looked at Mrs. Li: "Master's wife, Dean is not a sudden illness."

Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan both looked at Meng Fu in surprise.

Neither of these two people has experienced such a struggle, and they cannot yet associate Dean Li's death with the incident yesterday.

Mrs. Li looked at Meng Fu, she walked over and touched Meng Fu's head, her eyes were red: "Your teacher, he died as much as possible."

Meng Fu pursed her lips. She did not reply to Mrs. Li's words, but said, "You have anything to do, just leave it to us."

"Okay." Mrs. Li nodded.

After Dean Li died, she had not cried. At this time, she couldn't help hearing Meng Fu's flowers.

Dean Li has no children.

The only person involved with him is Guan Shuxian, the apprentice.

Meng Fu looked at the people present, and Guan Shuxian was not there.

It shouldn't be away.

Even Yang Zhaolin knew about Dean Li's news, but Guan Shuxian had no reason and he didn't know it, so he couldn't come.

Meng Fu took a deep breath and looked at Mrs. Li: "Where is Senior Brother Guan?"

Mrs. Li's body stiffened for a moment, and then quickly realized, "Xiao Guan was feeling uncomfortable. I asked him to go back. He didn't know what was going on, just..."

"He won't," Meng Fu pinched her hands, but her eyes still didn't look away. "Master's wife, who is he? You know better than me. Dean Li is so kind to him. Will he go home and rest at this time?"

This sentence made Mrs. Li's tears that had not shed.

In the end, these students were not taken away in Lao Li's life.

Listening to the conversation between Mrs. Li and Meng Fu, Yang Zhaolin and Meng Xun also discovered something was wrong, and several people looked at Mrs. Li and Meng Fu.

Yang Zhaolin licked the lower lip, and he pulled a piece of paper and handed it to Mrs. Li, "Master's wife, do you have anything to tell us? Although I am not awesome, my dad can help."

Mrs. Li shook her head, thinking about what Ren Wei said to her, her heart was shattered, "It's okay, you are all good children. I want to contact Lao Li and my relatives. Come and make a list for me."

This matter has already been involved in Guan Shuxian, and she can no longer harm these people.

Meng Fu did not move, "In the research institute?"

She spoke.

Mrs. Li's expression changed.

"That's it." Meng Fu nodded, then turned around and walked outside.

Mrs. Li didn't catch Guan Shuxian, but now she grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve, "Meng Fu, listen to me, I will deal with this matter. Everyone in the industry knows that Xiao Guan will not return, you can't go again..."

Meng Fu reached out and pulled off Mrs. Li's hand, "Master's wife, don't worry, I will bring him out in full. He has to come back and see him off to President Li."

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I'm a little tired recently. I originally planned to take a day off today and go to bed after another chapter.

But when he closed his eyes, he thought about Dean Li's affairs and still couldn't sleep, so he got up and wrote a heavy chapter.
Chapter completed!