Bai Hanyu got up and walked in the direction of Wanying, and her own woman coaxed herself! But Mo Yarou, I gave you a chance, you came out to find death by yourself, then don't blame me for being ruthless!

"Father, what are you doing here?" Wanying looked at the share transfer letter handed over by Xie Yifan, and coldly hooked the corners of her mouth. Hehe, has the conscience been found? The answer, of course, is not. Her father, she understands better than anyone else. How could Xie Yifan be so kind.

Xie Yifan rubbed the transfer letter and said lovingly, "Yingying, I don't have anything to give you when you marry, this share is what you deserve." Wanying took the share transfer letter, 20% of the Xie family's shares, hehe. Father, you yourself have 78% of the shares, but you only give me 20%. Father, father, you are so generous!

Wan Ying glanced at the number and closed the contract, "Father, I'm not interested in this, you better keep it." Bai Hanyu walked over and hugged Wanying's shoulders and glanced at Wanying dotingly. Wanying looked away, still angry. Bai Dashao didn't care, "Dad, you should keep this share." Wanying can't help it, and besides, I can afford to raise her. ”

Xie Yifan looked at the two people standing in front of him and sighed slightly, "This, okay." Yingying, if you want to, just tell your dad. "President Bai even called him his father, and he couldn't force others to do it.

Wanying looked at Xie Yifan in front of her who was disguised and felt disgusted, pretending to be loving, pretending to be distressed, right? I'm going to tear up your dream little by little, my own family gave someone the only son of the Bai family who has a powerful status, and when I became Mrs. Bai, did he rush to stammer? Hehe, I'm not uncommon Xie Wanying.

She understood the moment before her mother died, and from that moment on, she understood the ruthlessness of this father. When his mother died, he had no remorse, no heartache, not even a single tear, and she was cold.

From that moment on, she closed her heart and armed herself with strength, coldness, cruelty. She wasn't too scared, she was too scared, she was afraid that one day the person she loved the most would leave her, and the pain would be suffocating. So she had no choice but to do so. Without love, there will be no pain. But as everyone knows, her affection is very deep.

Bai Hanyu looked at the heartache that passed under Wanying's eyes, and her heart felt like it had been pinched, and she couldn't bear it. The people he Bai Hanyu cared about couldn't protect, what was the use of him, whether it was the condensation frost he once loved, or the current Wanying. It all made him so helpless.

Hugging Wanying's shoulders tightened more and more, from now on, I Bai Hanyu will give you Xie Wanying a promise, unless I die, it will not change: In the first half of my life, I didn't take care of you. For the rest of your life, you will be in charge of me. will spoil you, love you, love you, follow you until death.

This promise was given to her by him, and she is the only one in this life. He has promised her alone in his life when he loves her so much, and his affection is so deep. But no matter what, no one thought that the damage he gave her later went deep into her heart and was in pain. But that's a story for later.

Wanying watched her father close her eyes in despair, pushed Bai Dashao's arms away, and turned to leave. Why can't you bear it? Mother, do you think I'm too kind? Hehe, smiled self-deprecatingly, tears running down his cheeks, pale as paper. Thinking about the things these days, her mother had to die, the appearance of the mistress, the rapid flash marriage, and she couldn't breathe anymore. She just wants revenge, and then live in peace, that's all.

God, why are you so unjust. What is my mother's fault, why did you let her die such a miserable death! On the desolate streets, the wind blows. The lonely back is getting longer and longer. Miserable, desolate, and lonely are not enough to describe such grace at this time. She said that she would not shed tears, but why did the tears still fall uncontrollably.

She admits that she can't be strong. No matter how she forgets, the scene before her mother's death, blood stained her snow-white skirt red, and she died in front of her, watching the corpse gradually become cold, how many nights she was scared to wake up. But the culprit at this time is so free.

The wind, the wind dried the tears on the face. Tear stains appeared clearly on her pale little face. The originally delicate red lips were bloodless at this time, and lipstick could not hide the bloodless lips.

Step by step, step by step. There is no purpose·······