Chapter 99: Weddings and Funerals 9

The number on the check is so enticing.

He saw her through: the future is bleak, she is alone, abandoned by her husband's family, and not tolerated by the world, if she has this money, she can live a chic life for a few years. What would she do if she didn't have that money?

She raised her eyebrows, could it be that the devil would have a guilty expression on his face?

With this money, will the damage he caused be written off??

He'd ruined her completely.

My father died.

A good marriage is broken apart.

The whole person has become a broken flower and a willow.

But he used this money to think about it.

I play with you, I paid, between you and me, grievances and grievances, look, how great a kindness I am to the west.

It's just that why is Lord Yi like this???

He has so much power, even Lao Zhang of the police station has been injured by him, and it is easier for him to pinch her Qiao Wheat to death than to pinch an ant to death. Even if it is played in vain, it is in vain...... If you don't give a check, who would dare to say that he doesn't say a word???

The Jiang family will not stand up for her, she can't do anything on her own.

There has never been a savior in this world.

She thought for a moment, didn't hold on any longer, just stared at the check.

He was relieved.

Yes, with this money, many things will be saved.

She can have no worries about food and clothing.

She can live a good life.

She can go back to further education.

She can study abroad.

You can even take it away and fly high and get married again.

She is still young, and she has a good future in another place.

With this money, you can buy many things.

Including conscience and personality.

And his conscience.

"Wheat, I'll send you back......"

"No, I'd like to be here for a while. ”

He stood aside and waited for her, quietly, without saying a word.

She didn't rush him, let alone speak ill of him.

Of course, they won't pounce on him and scuffle.

For those who don't know, it seems that the rain is lingering, the silk threads are threaded, and the intimate and considerate boyfriend is carefully caring for the injured girlfriend...... They were in front of her father's tombstone together, like intimate lovers who cared for each other.

It was a poignant landscape painting, strangely eerie.

The picture is so harmonious and beautiful.

Yi Xiangxi was very uneasy. A thousand thoughts turned in his heart: what would she do? Sapo, be angry, hate, take revenge, rush up to fight to the death as soon as she saw herself??? scuffle and resist desperately like that crazy night??......

However, none of the various assumptions existed.

She was frighteningly calm.

Her face was almost transparent and pale, and her veins were clearly visible, like a mysterious blue-blooded person.

She sat and he stood, looking down condescendingly, her eyes fixed on the dirt beneath her feet, like a soul wandering into the void.

"Wheat ......"

She gave him a blank look, and took something out of her bosom and handed it to him.

It was a letter.

The letter was crumpled and crumpled, and she didn't know how many times she had read it over and over again.

"This is my father's handwritten ......"

Yi Xiangxi took it over and read it word for word. He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it, Qiao Dalin actually confessed his guilt so readily, confessed, and had nothing to hide from his daughter.

After a long time, he put the letter in its original form.

It was she who spoke first, faintly: "Heh, if that's the case, isn't my father's method very despicable?"

He was silent.