Chapter 737 The pearl in the palm of his hand is only eighteen years old

"Old lady, you will live a hundred years......"

Aunt Zhao couldn't help but say, but in fact, everyone knew it.

The old lady's health is getting worse and worse, and even if she still has the heart to be in power, she doesn't have the power to be in power.

What's more, now Huo Siwei has completely lost that little demon girl.

The estrangement between them has just been solved, and there is no need to oppose each other anymore.

"During this time, he won't have the energy to manage the company, let Huo Yao and them keep an eye on it for the time being."

"Although it is a collateral relationship, it is also the Huo family."

The old lady seemed to be very tired and a little weak, and then she was helped out of the hospital.

When they were all gone, Leng Ye in the dark slowly walked out.

He was also in a bad mood, and he also watched Yan Zhuo being caught under the car with his own eyes.

At that moment, no one could react so quickly to save someone.

By the time they rushed over, the truck full of iron had already overturned.

But all this is so strange, Huo Ye is more sad than dead.

But their subordinates could not fall at such a critical juncture.

How could a big truck suddenly appear on the road at the entrance of the amusement park?

And the truck driver died directly on the spot, everything was done too cleanly.

It's just that everyone's attention is on Yan Zhuo, so I haven't had time to think about it yet.

He looked at the closed door of the ward, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Huo Ye...... You're going to survive this! ”

"Miss Yan's death still needs an explanation, and the little young master and young lady also need you."

"You can't die......"

It's just that no matter what he says, there is no response in it at the moment.

He has no sense of survival, and his grief directly hurts his heart and lungs, whether Huo Ye can survive this hurdle is very suspenseful.

It's the second day, and it's too cruel and bloody.

was also suppressed and didn't go to the news, but the Jin family still knew.

That night, Mr. Jin also entered the hospital, and the three men sat outside the ward in pain.

They didn't even dare to take their grandfather to see Yan Zhuo's body.

Not only did they not even dare to take their grandfather to see it, but even they themselves did not have the courage to see it.

How could the little girl they raised in the palm of their hands suddenly die in an accident like this?

"Woooooooooo......oo I don't believe it, I don't believe it...... Xiao Yan'er is so cute, how can God be willing to accept her......"

"She's our life......"

"I said a long time ago that she should not be involved in the Huo family, I heard that Mrs. Huo came back recently...... Could it be her ......?"

Jin Ye couldn't help but speculate that he had been closest to Yan Zhuo since he was a child, and he was also the closest brother to Yan Zhuo.

He loves this little girl so much...... He even thought that in the future, if his daughter-in-law didn't like Xiao Yan'er, he wouldn't want that woman.

He put her on the tip of his heart, but now his heart was like this.

"Ano ...... You can't talk nonsense about things without evidence! ”

Jin Ran was also very sad, so he leaned against the wall and smoked, as if he had aged a lot overnight.

The sorrow in his heart is no less than that of his two younger brothers, but he is the eldest brother.

Grandpa is still lying in the hospital for rescue, and he can't fall down...... can't let the Jin family mess up.

After all, the Jin family still needs someone who must stay sober.

The Huo family is powerful, what kind of fate did they get last time they provoked Huo Siwei?

So they can't be extreme now, everything has to wait for everyone to come to their senses, and then they will be investigated.

"Big brother...... I'm just so sad, I don't believe it, I don't believe my little face is gone......"

“…… I don't believe it either. ”

Jin Ran choked, extinguished the cigarette butt, looked at the corridor of the hospital, and said hoarsely.

The pearl they hold in the palm of their hands is now only eighteen years old.

How could it be at such a flower's age...... Ahead of them?