"Mom, stop talking, it's impossible..." Jian Sitong didn't want to continue this topic.

She will not marry again.

No.

"Of course it's impossible for you to resist remarrying," said the old lady: "If you have this idea in your mind, you will gradually forget Heng Yue and you will be able to take another step forward!"

Forget Heng Yue?

Jian Sitong's heart felt severe pain.

Her husband is a very good person.

Gentle, sunny, upright, kind.

He had a very popular relationship during his lifetime, and had many good friends, good colleagues and good brothers.

When he died, many people felt sad, regretful and wept for his sacrifice.

But they, as well as other family, friends, and colleagues.

They want to continue their lives.

As time passes, her husband's figure will gradually fade from their minds.

If she forgets the past and accepts a new man, her husband will completely disappear from the world, as if he has never appeared.

No.

Impossible.

She can't forget him.

His figure, his appearance, his every frown and smile has been engraved in her mind and in her soul.

She will never forget him in this life!

"Mom, don't say such things again in the future..." She held the old lady's hand tightly and said firmly: "I used to be a desperate situation. In this life, I will only be Hengyue's wife! Mom, don't worry about me. Hengyue has left two treasures for me. They are the continuation of my and Hengyue's lives. With them accompanying me, I will not be lonely. Now I am very happy and satisfied, really!"

She always felt that Heng Yue hadn't left yet.

When she was washing clothes, cooking, and doing housework for the children, she would feel that Heng Yue would stand behind her and stare at her with a gentle smile.

She could see him as soon as she turned around.

She is not lonely at all.

real.

"You stupid kid..." The old lady couldn't help crying and hugging her, "How great would it be if Heng Yue was still there..."

It would be great if her son was still alive and her two children lived a good life.

It's a pity...

"Mom..." The longing for her husband made Jian Sitong cry like rain.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hugged their heads and cried bitterly, and Jian Sitong completely forgot the Jian family outside the store.

No matter how much Jane's mother struggled and scolded her, Jane Sitong never showed up.

She was taken into a police car with all the Jian family.

The police car started and roared away from the door that carved time.

After Jian Sitong's aunt knew that she and her son would be detained for at least half a month and left a secret, she cried so hard that she cried loudly. She cursed Jian's father and Jian's mother, calling them vicious, insidious, and shameless. It was not enough to break the law, but also implicated their mother and son.

Jian's mother scolded her, and Jian's father was ashamed of shame.

He didn't expect that his daughter, who was so cruel this time, actually got the police to arrest them.

He hated Jian Sitong so much that he hated him to death.

But now, what's the use of hatred?

He should go to jail, but he still has to go to.

After staying in prison for fifteen days, Jian Sitong was protected by her boss and colleagues, and he couldn't get Jian Sitong back to get married.

Jian Sitong couldn't get it back, and the house that was about to be obtained flew away, and the rich and powerful son-in-law was gone.
Chapter completed!