Mr. Bo is paranoid

Chapter 323 Prelude to Death ([-])

"Stop crying, mom will ask the driver to take you back, take a shower and have a good sleep." Xiang Yanghua comforted: "If there are me and your dad, you will have three older brothers on top."

Lu Jinyu was still crying, hugging Sunflower and refusing to let go.

Xiang Yanghua wiped her tears with a tissue, and coaxed her for a long time before coaxing her well.

She called the driver at home and asked him to take Lu Jinyu back to rest.

While waiting for the driver to come by the door.

Huo Sinian led the people out of the Lu family's old house.

Xiang Yanghua let go of Lu Jinyu's hand, and went to say hello: "Master Huo."

Huosnian turned around: "Is there something wrong?"

Xiang Yanghua suddenly felt embarrassed and winked at Lu Jinyu.

Lu Jinyu lowered her head.

Huosnian got into the car, and the driver closed the door.

Watching his car leave, Xiang Yanghua stared at Lu Jinyu bitterly: "No matter how good-looking your boyfriend is, he is as good-looking as Young Master Huo? Back then, you refused to chase after him."

She spread her hands: "It's all right now, he married his wife under the arrangement of his old lady, you, there is no chance at all."

"Mom," Lu Jinyu said with red eyes, "he's not in good health."

"It's because of poor health that you have to marry. He is the only one in the Huo family. If you married him before and had a child, when he dies, the whole Huo family will belong to your mother and son. Mom is from here. Men are unreliable. Only when children have money can they have confidence."

Xiang Yanghua talked about her experience: "If I hadn't given birth to the four of you, your father would have married a vixen outside and kicked me out. Let me tell you, don't look at how a man treats you now, he will change in a few years." Now, the money in your hands, the children are real."

Lu Jinyu remained silent.

Xiang Yanghua really wanted to knock her head open to see if it was full of water?

Like her, she had lived a hard life for many years, and her family was in debt for thousands of dollars.

In the final analysis, this daughter has never suffered.

"Mr. Bo has three sons, and seven grandsons in total. You don't like any of them?" Xiang Yanghua thought of the young masters of the Bo family: "Where are the two sons of the president?"

She was the first to think of Bao Simo, the genius of the Bo family, so smart.

My daughter doesn't seem to be able to play with him, so I don't want this.

"Where's Bao Siyuan? He's in politics now, and he's probably going to succeed his father in the future. When you marry him, you'll be the president's wife." Xiang Yanghua became angrier as she spoke: "The sons of these wealthy families have accepted everything since childhood." It is an elite education, much better than those men from ordinary families, I am your own mother, and I will harm you, how can I introduce you to a dude?"

Lu Jinyu covered her ears with both hands: "Mom, stop talking, people look down on me."

As she spoke, tears fell again.

Xiang Yanghua's heart softened, that's all, she will make a decision after discussing with Lu Chennan.

Watching Lu Jinyu get into the car, Xiang Yanghua gave the driver some instructions, and she entered the old house.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Chushi and Dong Fuman went to see Yao Yiyi.

The two didn't leave until 01:30 in the afternoon.

Sitting in the passenger seat at the beginning, my stomach was growling with hunger.

Dong Fuman was driving: "Miss Ah Shi, what do you want to eat?"

When he turned his head to look at Chu, he inadvertently glanced at the bells on Chu's right wrist, two of which were already small pink.

"Another one turned red."

Looking down at the beginning, she was puzzled: "I am a red bell, why is it pink instead of red?"

This is something that I couldn't figure out at the beginning. Grandma Chuyun's string of bells was the purest yellow she had ever seen, not pale yellow at all.

She also looked through ancient books and saw the bells worn by the ancestors of the first family in the past, among which were the red bells.

"Because..." The pain in Dong Fuman's eyes was fleeting: "You will understand later."

(End of this chapter)