Chen Qingyue took the paper from the doctor's hand.

The hands couldn't help but tremble, it was the only thing her mother left her.

"Qingyue Wu'er, I feel that I am about to leave, and I am very reluctant to let you go, I hope you are well.

I have two wishes, one of which is that I want you to take back the property left by your grandfather. Second, I hope you find a good family. ”

When she saw her mother's few lines, tears welled up in her eyes.

Her mother, before she died, was worried about herself.

She clearly knew that from then on, she really didn't have a mother.

When Shen Xingjue received the call, he was in a high-level meeting.

His face was very embarrassed, and he immediately stopped the meeting.

What he didn't expect was that Chen Qingyue's mother passed away.

Although death is fate, he can't help but remember that ten years ago, he suddenly received the news of his father and mother that the plane had crashed.

That year, he was 17 years old.

After going through days and nights of sadness, he finally came out of the shadows.

He hoped that Chen Qingyue could also be strong.

Just walked to the hospital, and saw that she had already cried like a tearful person, holding a blank piece of paper in her hand, and squatting in the corner alone.

Like that, like a poor stray cat.

"Get up." The man walked up to her with long legs, his voice without any emotion.

Chen Qingyue raised her head slowly and looked at her with teary eyes.

His eyes were already red and swollen.

A strange emotion rose in Shen Xingjue's heart.

Sad, heartache for her.

"Shen Xingjue, can you let me go these days? I don't have a mom anymore. ”

There was begging in the tone, with pity.

As she spoke, her tears began to fall again, why couldn't she stop it?

"You don't have a mother, you still have me."

The man finished domineeringly, and then hugged her.

She fell into his broad, warm embrace, with a faint, good-smelling scent.

I couldn't help but curl up, as if I had found a home.

"Hold me tight."

The man opened his mouth coldly again: "You want to cry, cry in my arms." Don't forget, I'm your husband. ”

Husband, what a warm, meaningful word.

It seems that without her mother, Shen Xingjue is her other support.

Although the man's tone is indifferent, there is warmth in his words.

"We're a fake couple." She said in a very nasal voice.

"Fake couples are also husband and wife."

Shen Xingjue didn't give her any reason to refute at all.

Later, Bailizhi's funeral was completely organized by Shen Xingjue.

Chen Qingyue thought, maybe she did the second thing her mother said.

On the day she returned from the funeral, Chen Qingyue sat at her desk, holding her mother's last words for her.

My heart turned a thousand times.

When Shen Xingjue came in, he saw Chen Qingyue holding this in his hand in a daze.

He snatched it up and took a look.

"Qingyue Wu'er, I feel that I am about to leave, and I am very reluctant to let you go, I hope you are well.

I have two wishes, one of which is that I want you to take back the property left by your grandfather. Second, I hope you find a good family. ”

After the man finished reading the bereaved family, the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Do you want me to help you?"

"No, I'll figure it out myself." Chen Qingyue thought about asking Shen Xingjue to help, but she wanted to rely on herself.

"Silly woman, don't be reckless."

The man paused, then added, "Don't think about any other man besides me." ”

Hearing Shen Xingjue say this, Chen Qingyue smiled bitterly: "Okay, then please help me get back the things that belong to my mother, as well as the company." ”

"But...... I'm not good at running a company, so I need your help. ”

Look at the sincerity of the little woman.