Xu Mao's brows twisted slightly, and his eyebrows were full of doubts and incomprehension.

In this regard, Song Shihuan has nothing to hide: "According to the current inheritance law of Huaguo, after Ms. Du's death and without a clear will, I can inherit all the property in her name as a matter of course......"

Song Shihuan said to herself, not noticing that Xu Mao, who was originally walking side by side with her, had fallen behind.

It took her a moment to realize it.

Turning to look at him, the night breeze from the river blew her hair scattered on her forehead, and swirled with the wind, disturbing her vision and mind.

But it was only for a moment, Song Shihuan chuckled and turned back to Xu Mao's side, took advantage of the situation to hold his arm, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly constricted, and he smiled casually: "Probably this is a mother and daughter, right?" ”

"On the day my grandfather died, she and her team of lawyers forced me and my eldest brother to take out the old man's will, so when I received the news of her death, the first thing that came to my mind was the issue of inheritance and inheritance."

In a powerful family, not everything is on the table.

For example, family affection, such as blood.

For example, father and son, such as mother and daughter.

Speaking of which, that's not all.

*

After that, Xu Mao didn't say anything.

Song Shihuan inherited all the inheritance in Du Wenqi's name, which naturally included Du Wenqi's 20% dry shares in Huayu Group.

Du Wenqi used to be the largest shareholder of Huayu except for the foundation, so it stands to reason that Song Shihuan will also be the largest shareholder and CEO of Huayu Group in the future.

Shi Mingyuan can't manage it, and he can't manage it.

*

The group went to the parking lot one after another, waited for a while, and Shi Mingyuan didn't wait.

Xu Mao took the lead in sending Yan Jin and Xu Qian back, and then sent Mu Ye and Song Shihuan to Sinan Mansion, and watched Song Shihuan enter the villa she rented in the mansion before leaving with confidence.

Song Shihuan was a little tired, and after returning to the room, he collapsed directly on the bed, not wanting to move, and even Mu Ye's information was remembered almost half an hour later.

He said, "Mourning."

The distance between them was not too far in the first place, and she did not deliberately lower her voice when she spoke to Xu Mao, so whether it was the initial inheritance or the final karma, he heard it.

Perhaps.

Maybe her relationship with Du Wenqi has long been stiff to the point that she can't turn around, but even though the people around her regard her as her dearest and beloved, there is only Du Wenqi who is connected to her by blood.

Since then, however, there has been none.

As for Song Shihuan.

Lying on the bed holding the mobile phone, he looked at the short two words in a daze.

The festival is temperance and suppression, and the meaning of mourning is to suppress sorrow.

But she never felt the slightest sadness, how could she suppress it?

So I was silent for a long time, and I couldn't help but hide my face and smile, and after a while, I solemnly replied to his message: Thank you, I will.

"Poof!" I clicked send, and I couldn't help laughing.

The cold white fluorescence from the phone screen was reflected on her face.

Soon, before Mu Ye could reply, Song Shihuan edited another one and sent it over: You are probably the only person I know who will send a message to comfort me because of Ms. Du's death......

Xu Mao didn't say it, and neither did Shi Mingyuan.

Shi Mingchen hated Du Wenqi even more.

As for the rest......

Unimportant.

It doesn't matter.

Mu Ye didn't know if he was busy, and he didn't reply to the message.

Song Shihuan flattened the corners of his lips, and then sent a message casually: Why don't you come and accompany me? The kind of ...... that wants to kiss and hug

After that, I didn't care about it.

Pulling the quilt and wrapping the body in the airtight, I don't want to pay attention to anything, I don't want to listen to anything.

After a while, there were a few crisp sounds from the other side of the terrace.

The sound of knuckles tapping on glass.