we're finally divorce, ex-husband please be strong

Shen Wenfeng hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, he took a step forward and held her in his arms. His Adam's apple slid up and down for a few times.

"It's not your fault. You don't need to blame yourself. The company was founded by your uncle, and your aunt and you paid a huge price for the company. If you give up, there's really nothing left. At least, you should keep what they left you."

Qiu Yi cried out of breath. He didn't know how much he heard these words.

Shen Wenfeng frowned and looked at the woman who suddenly became fragile in front of him. His heart also pulled slightly: "I will help you deal with your aunt's affairs together. In this way, it will be easier."

Qiu Yi sucked his nose and nodded heavily.

They rushed to the hospital together. When they saw her mother's body, Qiu Yi's hands were tightly pulled together.

If it weren't for Mo Xinyue and Lu Yecheng, maybe she would have had time to see her mother for the last time, but now she is facing her cold body.

Tears blurred everything, but Qiu Yi could not distinguish between grief or resentment.

When Qiu Yi settled everything and returned to the Qiu family with the ashes, the Qiu family had set up a mourning hall, and even elegy couplets and flowers were ready, looking orderly.

Qiu Yi pulled a corner of his mouth coldly: "I've never seen them do anything so actively. They must be very happy when my mother died?"

When their father died and their mother took charge of the overall situation, these people were ready to move.

Now the mother also died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. These people are afraid to embezzle all these family assets openly.

When my father was there, he didn't wipe their ass less. Now it's my turn. I will never be as soft hearted as my father.

Shen Wenfeng, who followed her, looked at her tight face, and her expression was also dignified.

There was no one else in the mourning hall. Qiu Yi solemnly put the ashes in the center of the mourning hall table, knelt down with the burning incense in his hand, and knocked his head three times.

Before he got up, he heard a steady and familiar sound of footsteps coming in.

The visitor sneered at the corners of his lips, stood up quietly and bowed to the ashes: "President Shen is also here. It's a coincidence."

Before the words fell, Qiu Yi turned and looked coldly at Lu Yecheng: "what are you doing here?"

There was a little dissatisfaction in the cold tone, as well as the cold feeling of shutting out the door.

"Shouldn't I come on this occasion?" Lu Yecheng walked towards Shen Wenfeng with a cold air and looked at him up and down. "It's you. Isn't it inappropriate for a person with a foreign surname to appear here."

Shen Wenfeng looked unhappy and swept away his gentle posture.

"But when things happen, don't you have to rely on me? You're the son-in-law of the Qiu family. Where were you last night? If she didn't have to, how could she drive to the hospital by herself?"

"Smell the wind." Qiu Yi interrupts him, straightens his waist and faces, and walks to Lu Yecheng. She looked indifferent and cold. "Mr. Lu, you are not welcome here. Please go out!"

A few short words, resounding, with irresistible determination.

Lu Yecheng's face suddenly changed and returned to his previous look.

"I received the funeral post. What qualification do you have to drive me away?" he approached her for a few minutes quietly, staring at her face with gloomy and calculating eyes.

"Or do you want to hook up with other men behind my back?!" there was a mocking light in your slightly narrowed eyes.

Qiu Yi clenched the corner of his mouth and suddenly slapped him in the face without saying a word.

The crisp sound exploded in the mourning hall, and her hands were sore and numb. She held them tightly.

Lu Yecheng wrung his eyebrows and sneered. He turned his face and touched half of the beaten face. His face was dark.

"In front of my mother, you should hit me when you say these treacherous words! Lu Yecheng, I have nothing to lose when I come to this step, and I won't compromise any more. Don't you want to be free, I'll give it to you!"

"Grievance for perfection?" Lu Yecheng looked at her like he heard a joke. "When did you grievance for perfection in front of me? You forced yourself into my arms for the company. Now the company is almost over, and you want to escape. Qiu Yi, you really know how to settle accounts."

The cool and thin voice blew to her ears along the gusts of cold wind. The meaning of ridicule became more and more strong, and there was no room for half a minute to swing.

Qiu Yi smiled angrily: "Lu Yecheng, you are dirty. Everyone in your eyes has become dirty. What you have done makes me sick!"

The smile from the corner of his mouth made his heart hair.

This woman can easily annoy him and always leaves no room for words.

The atmosphere between them became tense, and even breathing became an extremely difficult thing.

Standing aside, Shen Wenfeng was silent for a few seconds. When he was about to come forward, he saw the sharp eye knife sweeping over.

Before he could understand the meaning, Lu Yecheng grabbed Qiu Yi's arm, dragged her into his arms and kissed her like a demonstration.

The tip of the tongue drove straight in, swept all the corners that could be swept fiercely, and rubbed her lips hard.

Her breath was unreservedly stained with his taste, and it gave birth to a sense of revenge.

Qiu Yi's eyebrows were locked. A disgusting feeling suddenly rushed up, pushed him aside, and wiped his lips with pale face.

Lu Yecheng tilted the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of evil cunning.

"If you don't even want this surviving company, you can do whatever you want. After all, buying such a company won't cost me much."

There was a condescending sense of superiority in his expression.

Qiu Yi was so angry that he couldn't say a word, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of their uncle. They came in with dark faces, and unconsciously tightened their faces.

"The married daughter is really pouring water! I can't help it on such an occasion. The dead person is your mother, not your enemy!"

The uncle shouted angrily with a cold face, and his words were vulgar.

Qiu Yi sneered and walked forward two steps: "you are so old that you are all people buried in the loess. You don't know how old the deceased is. If you don't have any respect in the mourning hall, you're not afraid of losing your life at night!"

Uncle was so angry with these words that his face turned white and covered his heart tightly, panting heavily.

The uncle and mother on one side raised their eyebrows and wanted to scold back, but Lu Yecheng forced them back with a look in his eyes. They had to bow their heads and stand aside.