Jin Yuwei didn't quite understand what the man meant.

She turned around and looked at Nie Mingche with a blank face, "What do you mean?" ”

The man walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, looked at her and smiled softly, "Move." ”

"Your dad died. It's full of memories of your past. I'm afraid you'll look uncomfortable. And, don't you want to live with them? This house and the car downstairs, my uncle gave you away. I hope that my little princess can have a new life in the future. ”

Nie Mingche just used such an excuse to comfort her. did not tell his little princess about the cruelty of the adult world.

Zhao Qiongzhi is not a simple woman, and it is easy to provoke a dispute between Jin Yuwei's father and daughter.

Jin Yurou is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Let Jin Yuwei live with them again, that is the most dangerous thing.

Jin Yu is simple-minded, whether she likes it or not, and whether she likes it or not, is all hung on one face. As long as Zhao Qiongzhi deliberately calculates her, she will definitely be gnawed to the point that there are no bones left!

Nie Mingche's voice was as gentle as ever. He looked at Jin Yuwei with his back to him.

Behind her was a thin layer of light, like the sun, shining into her heart.

Jin Yuwei seemed to have been suddenly poked in the most tender place in her heart.

The tip of the girl's nose was sour, and her eyes, which were already a little sore, burst into tears at this moment.

It turned out that Nie Mingche had already arranged everything and arranged these things for her. It's so thoughtful.

Jin Guangqian's death was not an ordinary blow to Jin Yuwei.

In one night, she went from a top white rich beauty to a murderer of her father, from a little princess who held the moon with stars to a sinner who was spurned by thousands of people.

Jin Yuwei didn't cry or make trouble, just to maintain her only dignity and pride, and she didn't really care.

After my father's death, there were many people who came to mourn, but none of them were sincere.

The so-called memorial service is just a place for that group of people to cling to the relationship between the powerful.

Send money, wreaths, and couplets one by one. The face project couldn't have been better.

But no one has ever asked how she will live when she is left alone?

Zhao Qiongzhi has no Jin Guangqian and a son and daughter, but Jin Yuwei has lost Jin Guangqian, and in this world, it is really equivalent to having no relatives.

Nie Mingche was the first and only one.

All the gratitude and excitement in my heart turned into tears like broken beads at this moment.

Her throat was sore, her eyes were full of tears, and she didn't know what to say in a thousand words.

In the end, he could only shout in a low voice, "Uncle...... Thank you. ”

Nie Mingche took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, chuckling and saying, "Thank you." This house and that car were originally intended for you later. It's just sent to you in advance. Moreover, even if your father is alive, I don't do these things, he will prepare them for you, it's just a matter of time. ”

Jin Yuwei took the handkerchief and wiped away her tears and snot.

Hearing Nie Mingche mention his father, Jin Yu's eyebrows darkened. Silence fell again.

Nie Mingche knew almost everything through his assistant.

He knew that Jin Yuwei did not investigate with the help of Fu Yanxing, but to find out the truth of the matter, this link is indispensable.

After Jin Yuwei's emotions calmed down, Nie Mingche persuaded: "Weiwei, listen to Uncle's words." Go and cooperate with the investigation. ”