She has always suspected that Lin Qirui is good with her, but she just wants to use her, so how is it possible to let him go close to Su Hanyan?
"Dad, can you really be cruel to her?"
"Jiahui, rational, now He is the most important to you. Do you want to make a salary at the bottom of the smoke?" He Zhiyong put the electric wheelchair, wrapped around the side of He Jiahui from the office, slowly, slowly
Said, "He is yours in the future, do you want your hard work into ashes? Just a man ..."
He Jiahui trembled lightly because of the extreme anger in his heart: "Dad, you can obviously use other methods, but you have to play with the idea of Qirui. For so many years, I have never rebelled with you.
Rui is by my side, isn't it okay? "
"He doesn't deserve you, and I don't let him return to Yan'er. Are you talking about the methods? Now her mother is dead, who will prove the effectiveness of that will?"
"In other words, no matter who the dead girl is, does it have the right to inherit?" Seeing He Zhiyong nodded, He Jiahui couldn't help but screamed with the tip of his head, his expression was painful, "How do she do it? How can she follow the funeral door?
Star? Dad, are you an idiot at first? How can you tolerate your wife to make such a will? Very ridiculous, do you not think? "
He Zhiyong didn't say anything, He Jiahui's words seemed to evoke some past events in his heart. He raised his hand and slammed his legs, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes lowered.
His personality was dull. At this time, he looked down at him with a cold atmosphere around him. In the office, the atmosphere seemed to be depressed. Those cold -born coldness made people breathless.
He Jiahui raised his hand and wiped his eyes and whispered, "Dad, I hate her. You should know why I paid for. If she was not pretending to be stupid, the one who was betrayed should be her. Dad, you owed me to me.
So, you must accept Qirui. "
She took a step back slowly, slowly turned her head to look at the sky outside the window, and slowly calm down her dissatisfaction and unwillingness.
She always remembers what she lost when Su Hanyan was eighteen years old, and that should not be her destiny.
At that time, Su Hanyan's name was still He Ningyan. At that time, there was no her He Jiahui in Lin Qirui's eyes. She took a deep breath and sat down slowly.
Perhaps, the most hate is that she is a noble and elegant Miss Qianjin, but she has done the dirtiest thing in the world.
Su Hanyan is obviously a disgusting bad girl, but she is clean.
"Dad, don't force me ..." He Jiahui's tight nerves finally relaxed, holding her forehead, shaking. Some messy pictures appeared in her mind, pulling her proud heart.
He Zhiyong leaned over the wheelchair and grabbed her arm gently. The things in her heart were the most clear, but in his eyes, nothing was nothing.
As long as you can exchange interests, you can do anything. This is his principle. Because he can no longer stand up, he must make his career be invincible.
Standing up, he wants to stand up in everything.
Thinking, there was a anger in his chest. Whoever wanted to stop him from standing up, he would let who destroyed.