Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Fu Sicheng still promised song Rao. First, she took into account her mood. Gu Yang was despicable. Finally, she lost her life to save her. If she was not allowed to go, she would never let go.

Second, he doesn't have to worry about a dead man.

But when I got to the place, I knew that Gu Yang's cemetery was guarded, and there were many people. The Gu family really spoiled Gu Yang. They spoiled him from an early age, but in the end, they met a bad person and ended up sleeping on the ground at a young age.

"I'll find a way," Fu Sicheng said.

Song Rao shook her head: "forget it, the Gu family certainly doesn't want me to worship, or don't make an accident and disturb him."

Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, she looked up and saw the viaduct. Song Rao looked at the place where Gu Yang had fallen on the bridge.

When she was in the hospital, she told Gu Yang that she would never forgive him in her life, but now she wants to say that she forgives him.

That night, song Rao had a dream that Gu Yang came back. He didn't die. He came back and took her away by force, and hurt Fu Sicheng. Waking up in the blood light, song Rao hugged the sleeping Fu Sicheng. When the fear receded a little, she couldn't help thinking that if people were really alive.

Fu Sicheng went to the company the next day. During the period of looking for her, a lot of business accumulated in the company. Zhou's group and Zhou Qingtang's cousin also asked him to make plans. He's busy these days.

Early in the morning, song Rao got up to prepare clothes for Fu Sicheng, put on a tie, and accompanied him out of the door after breakfast.

After that, song Rao also went out with her children.

She took the children to the small home where she and Fu Sicheng lived. It was still familiar. The position of things had not changed. It was very clean and there was no dust. It seemed that Fu Sicheng had been cleaned. She just didn't know whether Fu Sicheng would come here often after he left.

When she left, song Rao took the Pikachu that Fu Sicheng won her by playing the game into the car and was ready to take it back to cenyuan.

After solving lunch outside, song Rao then took her children to worship her mother.

And song Mingyuan, she can't forgive. She can never forgive the deception and betrayal of more than 20 years, the use and hypocrisy since she was born, and the harm he brought to her and Fu Sicheng. Only let the little guy worship grandma.

"Mom, I've come back and brought you a grandson. You'll know who the child looks like." Song Rao said with a smile, "it's Fu Sicheng. There's no one else." when she said this, song Rao couldn't hide the soft light at the bottom of her eyes.

Song Rao said a lot to her mother.

Looking back, seeing that the little guy had been staring at the photo of grandma, song Rao held the child forward, let him see it carefully and clearly, smiled and asked the little guy, "is grandma beautiful?"

"Well, like mom." the little guy nodded.

Song Rao smiled: "of course, because grandma is my mother's mother."

The little guy feels a little windy.

Before going to bed last night, Fu Sicheng finished reading Song Yu's diary. He asked song Rao whether to let Song Yu settle down. Without seeing the corpse, song Rao always left a glimmer of hope in her heart.

So she didn't let me.

I was busy in the company during the day. When I came home at night, I still had the energy to ask song Rao to study various styles of clothes.

Song Rao complains about Fu Sicheng and says that she has to accompany her children the next day. Fu Sicheng doesn't think this reason is very sufficient. After tossing people hard, she takes her children to the company the next day, so that song Rao can raise her spirit at home.

Taking the children to the company is definitely an act of throwing bombs on the lake. The whole Fu family has not had a big public opinion atmosphere for a long time. Let alone, the atmosphere is very good.

In the conference room, a group of key members peeked at the quiet little guy sitting on the chairman's lap. It was a little difficult to concentrate.

I have to say, this genetic gene is too powerful.

An old employee as like as two peas, he thought, waiting for the chairman to retire behind the scenes, and he would continue to be his son's immediate superior with a face of the same face.

Think about it, how can there be a sense of honor and blood surging?

Of course, the premise is that his son can be as excellent as him and work for Fu.