The President's Sweet Trap

Nan Chunjie's fist stopped in front of Nan Qingchen's face. His eyes turned red and stared at Nan Qingchen angrily: "you murderer, I will find evidence. Wait for me!"

Nan Qingchen smiled contemptuously, and even refused to pity him with a look in his eyes: "although I will accompany him to the end, I warn you that Yiyi is my bottom line. If you dare to move her again, I will make you die ugly!"

The contradiction between Nan Qingchen and Nan Chunjie has a long history. Whether it's from the previous generation or between them, it's just that they don't dare to be too presumptuous due to the shock and awe of the old man.

She believed that if she were such a woman, she would rather be watched from a distance than be molested. She just wanted a man who was devoted to her, but she didn't expect to meet people.

She once heard Nan Qingchen talk about the gratitude and resentment between his mother, father and Zhao Yalan. She also lamented in addition to heartache.

Zhao Yalan forced his mother to death, which is a great hatred, and Zhao Yalan has been planning to seize the property of the south family for her son. It is kind enough for Nan Qingchen to tolerate their mother and son living in the south family for so many years.

In other words, anyone would want to kill Zhao Yalan. She once had such an idea, but she was defeated by her mother's last words in the end.

Nan Chunjie followed the car carrying Zhao Yalan's body, and Nan Feng was helped up from the ground.

"Alas! What evil did I do in my last life! Family misfortune, family misfortune! " The old man looked up and sighed, and the old man burst into tears.

If he had not been soft hearted at that time and asked people to drive away Zhao Yalan's mother and son or do it directly, he would not have provoked so much right and wrong now.

Gu Yiyi held him and gently comforted him: "Grandpa, don't worry. Ah Jie, he just can't accept the fact that his mother died suddenly. It will be fine in two days!"

The old man turned his head and looked at Nanfeng not far away. He said in a hoarse voice, "the person who made this car accident is to make Nanjia split up like today. Is that what you want to see? Nanfeng, Nanfeng, are you satisfied now? "

With these words, he held Gu Yiyi's hand and supported his body. He turned tremblingly, and the dust in the South came forward. He was alone with Gu Yiyi and helped the old man walk away slowly.

Soon, Nanfeng was the only one left in the yard. He had tears of regret on his face and murmured, "all this is my fault!"

Zhao Yalan's funeral was held on the third day of her time. The ceremony was very simple and was not announced. All she knew was just a few people from the south family.

Because her identity is very special, although the whole upper class circle in the capital knows that she is the woman of Nanfeng, the eldest son of the Nanjia family, the Nanjia family has not admitted it. The externally recognized Nanjia young grandmother has only lost her appearance.

Although she gave birth to Nan Chunjie for the Nan family, she is only Nan Chunjie's mother. No matter how much Nanfeng loves her, there is an old man's town above. In addition to this identity, she has no other identity.

The funeral was not announced to the public, but the news of her accidental death spread like wildfire, and soon caused a great sensation in all famous families and circles in the capital.

This incident has also played a great deterrent role for some ladies who secretly have the same thoughts as Zhao Yalan.

Because in private, when they were with Zhao Yalan, they listened to Zhao Yalan complain and curse why old man Nan didn't die. As long as he died, the Nan family would be her world.

It's a pity that she didn't survive the old man. The ladies who learned the news clamped their tails at the same time. There's nothing important. They don't dare to go out casually any more.

The whole process of the funeral was very simple. Because Zhao Yalan was not recognized by the south family, she was not eligible to be buried in the cemetery of the south family. She was buried only in a public offering in the capital.