His Long Love

Feng Shumo bit his teeth, looking at the bloodstain on his body, intuitive, the pain of tearing the body.

But it doesn't matter. She still has Feng Jiaren. As long as he seizes the opportunity and gets 5% of Ji Mengyao's shares, she can still live a good life even if she leaves Jiang Yanlin.

Feng Shumo angrily rose, "my mother will not serve."

Walk away.

After all, Jiang Yanlin was old, and he was already haggard in his heart after all this turmoil. He couldn't bear it at that time, and collapsed to the ground.

Feng Shumo didn't look back when he heard the sound of bumping and bumping behind him. He even had a trace of pride in his heart.

Hospitals.

The hospital at night, always reveals this strange breath.

The silence was chilling.

Of course, Ji Wanzhou has no such scruples. Standing outside the door, he looks at Meng Qingge who is sleeping soundly. He turns over and seems to be sleeping uneasily.

He went in, hugged the man in his arms, reached for the quilt, and did not let the man break free.

Meng Qingge in the dream, just probably knew that it was Ji Wanzhou, and then immediately opened his eyes and pressed emergency zero at the first time.

This series of actions had already been completed when she saw clearly who the person in front of her was.

In the noisy bell, she finally saw the face of Ji Wanzhou, and then she reflected how stupid the ring was.

But she would not admit it, so she said angrily, "you scared me to death in the middle of the night. I thought it was Feng Jia again."

"No, don't be afraid. Feng Jiaren has been controlled by me." Ji Wanzhou said, "he won't come to you again."

"Then you first let me go, it's so hot." Meng Qingge then began to hem and haw with his hands and feet and used to pedal the quilt.

"Be careful of catching cold."

When the doctor on duty came in a hurry, he felt that his 24K titanium dog's eye was almost blinded.

Two people intimately entangled together, season evening boat tightly pressure on Meng Qingge's body.

"Go out" season evening boat did not like to shout out, and then took the opportunity to squeeze into Meng Qingge's quilt.

The hand is dishonest in Meng Qingge's two peaks tightly one grip, is does not let her sleep.

Meng Qingge severely kicked season big little one foot, "go out."

"Do you really want to?"

"Get out of my quilt! I want to sleep Meng Qingge instant hair, was trapped for a long time, Ji Wanzhou this person actually did not let her sleep, what wind.

Ji Dashao is not moved, comfortably holding Meng Qingge, pretending to have been asleep, motionless.

Meng Qingge also wanted to say something. Seeing the dark and blue shadow of Ji Wanzhou, he felt soft at once. He stretched out his hand to cover the quilt for him and held it close to him for fear that he would fall down. So his eyes were ready to go to bed.

Finally, Ji Wanzhou once again fell asleep with her daughter-in-law in her arms.

At 2:30 in the morning, Lao Bai came in and called out the Ji Wanzhou.

Meng Qingge body, son more and more bad, even now sleep, easily can not wake up.

Out of the door, the old white said with a bitter face, "Feng Shumo is here, quarreling to see you."

"I see. I'll do the rest myself." Ji Wanzhou, full of violence in her eyes, put on her suit and strode out.

Laobai simply felt that the boss's attitude to go out would definitely kill Feng Shumo in three circles and ask nothing else.

Downstairs, it was dark, but in order not to be found, Ji Wanzhou took Feng Shumo to an alley in the back street.

The residential buildings around the alley have been emptied, and this one has some parts to be demolished, so there is no one around.

When Feng Shumo saw Ji Wanzhou, she managed to maintain the image of her heart. She was self-conscious and could not attract Ji Wanzhou. However, her chips could be tried.

"Ji Wanzhou, we can directly defeat Jiang," Feng Shumo thought his chips were very attractive. Ji Wanzhou did not immediately answer her. She felt that she would win this wave.

"You're not sick," Ji Wanzhou said. "Now you're begging me."

"Yes, if I don't have this five percent stake, of course I will ask you." Feng Shumo looks at the cheap son in front of him. The sons born by the disgusting women are so disgusted that "if you don't come to me, no one will accept you, why should I promise you?" Ji Wanzhou reaches out his hand and interrupts Feng Shumo's chatter. He knows that Feng Shumo is really desperate. "Show some sincerity."

Feng Shumo's face was very ugly, "OK."

then Feng Shumo took out a contract, which clearly signed the equity transfer.

It is far more complete and precise than Ji Mengyao's hasty document. For such a simple matter, Ji Wanzhou watched the contract for five minutes.

It's true. It can't be fake. "But it's not enough to make me believe you." Ji Wanzhou continues to speak.Jiang Yanlin is only seeking wealth, but Feng Shumo and his illegitimate son Feng Jiacai are really conspiring to want his life.

Ji Wanzhou is not stupid. Of course, he will not follow this person's words. He needs more tests.

Feng Shumo finally couldn't bear it. She couldn't think of anything else to say. He looked at Ji Wanzhou and remembered the woman he hated.

"General manager Ji, have you ever doubted your mother's death?" Feng Shumo seemed to grasp a trace of life, seize all the time to say, "it was Ji min Huai who let her go."

Having heard the words once,

the second time is often not so powerful. Ji Wanzhou is very calm, "I know."

"You know? Do you know what he did to your mother? He has been forced to do so. You can't imagine how many people there are in three days and three nights. "

Feng Shumo's sharp voice cuts through the sky, listening to Ji Wanzhou's ears buzzing.

This was the scandal of the year. But Ji minhuai is now in his base, but Feng Shumo may not know, so he dare to transfer his anger so boldly.

"Nothing else to say? You don't rely on your own son now, "Ji Wanzhou said with a gloomy smile. In this narrow corner, he looked extremely sinister.

"Ji Yao? What's the use of him? "

"Isn't it Feng Jiaren?" Ji Wanzhou said this sentence, and the sullen spirit was finally photographed.

Feng Shumo widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.