The cold word "dead man" made people who were used to hell in Nan'an couldn't help but be stunned.

"Let me rejoice in the dead. She stared at Nan Zhenhai: "You want me to die?"

Nan Zhenhai explained: "No, it's just ......"

It's just that Fu Linshan, the youngest grandson of the Fu family, had a car accident and died after many days of rescue. Old Man Fu felt most sorry for this little grandson, afraid that he would not be able to reincarnate well if he went over there and his life would not be satisfactory, so he looked around for a girl who matched the eight characters to marry him. As long as the marriage can be successful, you will be able to get the help of the Fu family in the future. According to Nan Zhenhai's knowledge, the one who coincides with Fu Linshan's eight characters happens to be Nan Chun, and Nan'an is in conflict with his eight characters......"

Hearing this, Nan'an completely understood what was going on, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Nan Zhenhai wanted to get the thigh of the Fu family, but he was reluctant to let Nan Chun marry a dead man, so he found her who was actually only one month younger than Nan Chun.

"Nan Zhenhai, Nan Zhenhai, how should I say hello?" Nan An slapped the table, as if he had heard a big joke for a day, and looked at Nan Zhenhai with great mockery: "You said that you relied on my mother's fame and mother's financial resources to start your business in the past. After the death of your mother and grandparents, you annexed the property of the Wen family, not to mention, and now you want to sell your daughter to hold the thigh of the Fu family. In your life, don't you have a time to rely on yourself?"

After all, Nan'an has lived with Nan Zhenhai for eighteen years, and she knows best where her father's pain is.

At this time, she picked up the most unpleasant words word by word, but although Nan Zhenhai's face was not good-looking, she had no intention of refutating.

"An An, whatever you say, it's fine. But think about it, as long as you can say yes, you will be free from now on!"

Freedom, what a rare two words.

For Nan'an, she almost couldn't touch these two words for the rest of her life.

"Okay, when will you get married?"

"Just today!"

"Yes. ”

She nodded without the slightest hesitation, and Nan Zhenhai hurriedly found someone to secretly handle the discharge procedures for her as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

She sat in the small black room, looking at Nam Jinhae's excited expression, and her eyes buried in the dark gradually became cold, full of cruelty.

She will never forget the day she turned eighteen. Zhang Linlan brought Nan Chun to the door, she was busy arguing with Zhang Linlan in the living room, but she heard Nan Chun's screams.

When she rushed into her mother's room, she saw her mother lying in a pool of blood with a ruptured artery, and Nam Jin-hae with a frightened face.

After two years in this psychiatric hospital, she finally waited for the day to get out.

As long as she can get out, she will have a chance to find out the real cause of her mother's death.

When that happens, Nam Jin-hae, I must let you give your mother an explanation!

"An An, let's go, the Fu family is waiting. ”

Nan'an stood up from the darkness, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a beautiful arc: "Let's go, don't keep them waiting." ”

Re-breathing the outside air didn't make Nan'an much happier, and his plain face was still full of indifference.

She couldn't do anything when she was inside, so she could only suppress her hatred in the opera that her mother taught her.

Now, with the rediscovery of the light of day, the hatred and anger in those bones and blood have also been resurrected.

The car drove all the way west, gradually driving into a luxurious manor.