The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 1862 Who is it in 1943 that makes me compulsively move? 3

Chapter 1862 Who is it in 1943 that makes me compulsively move? 3
Nan Sheng choked for a moment, his face was extremely embarrassed, he wanted to bite his tongue: "Then...then what, how do you talk, don't tell the whole story?"

Caused her to misunderstand, and threw her face into the Pacific Ocean!
The gentleman didn't know how to laugh at her.

Annoyed and ashamed.

Lonely, Shanren couldn't help laughing, and hooked his lips meaningfully: "Is it because I didn't finish my words on purpose, or are you out of your mind and get excited before I finish?"

"I didn't!" Her face was dark and shy.

Lonely and silent, he shook the card in his hand noblely and coldly: "Do you want it?"

"I really can't."

She doesn't believe that there are free pies in the sky, she only knows that people's mouths are soft and hands are short!

"Then you can continue to listen to others arrogantly bullying you, and then don't hold my balls and cry."

Lonely Shan threw the card on the coffee table, turned around and went to the kitchen with his arms in his arms, with every gesture and gesture, the charm made one's heart tremble slightly.But in one sentence, it is defined that Tuantuan belongs to him, isn't it too overbearing?

On the phone, the woman's high-spirited voice continued, she didn't pay attention to what she said in detail, she just found it harsh.

After a moment of silence, Nan Shengqing made a decisive decision.

"Qin Linglong, Miss Ben can afford the accident and collision fee, so you don't need to worry about it. Also, your IQ is not on the same level as your aunt Qin Yao's. You can be called mentally handicapped! I have already recorded the call. Now see if anyone will believe it!"

After finishing speaking, she immediately cut off the phone, not wanting to hear Qin Linglong's furious voice again.

Of course there is no recording, it's all because she doesn't have the ability to predict the future, otherwise it would really be a proof.

She threw herself in the bathroom, in the hot air, took off her wet clothes, and let the hot water soak her cold body.

The warm feeling made her feel sore. She never thought that when she was the most downcast and helpless, it was a stranger who gave her an inch of warmth, and her family...

Close your eyes, what happened today is vivid in your mind, and your heart is icy cold.

She originally had a warm and happy family, but nine years ago, her mother suddenly suffered from cerebral hemorrhage and became a vegetable. Fortunately, her father was affectionate and did not give up on her mother. He refused to remarry on the grounds that his wife was still alive and could not remarry.

But the grandma wanted a grandson wholeheartedly, and even made her father drunk, so that Qin Yaozhi, who had a crush on his father, climbed into his father's bed, succeeded overnight, and gave birth to her son Nan Wei. Grandma insisted on letting Qin Yaozhi bring his son to live in the house , This stay is five years.

Now, in order to let Qin Yao's name become his father's wife, grandma actually persuaded her father to let her mother die by euthanasia. Although her mother has become a vegetable, she is still alive anyway. If she dies by euthanasia, she will really lose her mother completely. How can she bear it?

"Dad, don't agree to euthanasia for mother. The doctor said that there is a 5% chance of mother waking up. We have waited for these nine years, haven't we? Mom will wake up one day. She can't bear to leave me and you, really !"

"Sheng Qing, you ignorant child, Xiaowei is your own brother no matter what, he is only five years old, how could you push him down the stairs?"

"Mom, Shengqing definitely didn't do it on purpose. I did something wrong in a hurry. As long as I let me take care of Chonglou, I don't need my title. Family and everything are prosperous. Don't scold Shengqing anymore."

(End of this chapter)

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