A billionaire CEO only loves his wife, his stand-in

Fu Nancheng simply couldn't accept the fact that Fu's mother had left. He wanted to find someone to save his mother. There must be someone who could save her.

Su Ci reached out and held him down, "That's enough, stop fighting."

Fu Nancheng ignored her and continued to call.

Su Ci couldn't bear to see him like this, so she took away his phone and said, "Fu Nancheng, mom is gone. No matter how many calls you make, she won't come back."

"No! My mother is not dead! My mother's eyes are still open!"

Fu Nancheng almost shouted these words, which used up all his strength.

The muscles all over his body were tense, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Su Ci's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at him wetly and misty.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I just...just..." He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Su Ci stretched out her little hand and hugged him gently.

Now he was sitting and she was standing, and she gently held him in her arms.

Fu Nancheng froze, and after a while, he murmured hoarsely, "I just don't believe it. My mother made dumplings for me tonight, and she suddenly left. I... don't have a mother anymore."

He has nothing, no father, no brothers and sisters, he only has his mother.

Now, he has no mother.

Su Ci held his head and ran her soft white fingers through his neat short hair. His hair was so hard and soft that it hurt and numbed her.

With nowhere to relieve the pain in his heart, Fu Nancheng reached out and hugged her delicate body, holding her tightly.

Only the warmth of her body could heal him now.

"Actually, I don't really have any requirements. As long as... I have a family, my mother can always be with me. Now, it's all gone."

Fu Nancheng's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and his eyes were really hot, as if they were being hit by a red-hot iron. Soon, something was smashed inside.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, and it was full of tears.

Su Ci could only hug him and hug him tightly. The death of Fu's mother bent the man's waist.

Fu Nancheng, although mother is gone, the babies and I will always be with you.

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Mother Fu was officially buried and entered the tomb. It was still raining lightly and it was very cold that day.

Fu Nancheng and Su Ci were dressed in black and holding black umbrellas. They stood in front of the tombstone for a long time. Fu's mother's purest smile was fixed on the tombstone, as if she had been smiling at them.

Soon the bodyguard brought someone over, it was... Lu Yao!

Originally, Lu Yao was still waiting for good news at home. When the news of Su Ci's death came, she knew that as long as Lin Xiangyu took action, Su Ci would definitely die.

But after waiting and waiting, a group of bodyguards in black arrested her and told her that Lin Xiangyu was dead.

Lu Yao was shocked and couldn't believe that the person who died should be Su Ci. Why did it become Lin Xiangyu?

Now that she was brought to Lin Xiangyu's tombstone, Lu Yao dared to believe that it was true and Lin Xiangyu was really dead!

At this time, a pair of cold and bloodthirsty eyes stared at her, making her shiver inexplicably. Lu Yao raised her head and met Fu Nancheng's eyes.

Fu Nancheng was wearing a black coat, and Secretary Song was holding a black umbrella for him. Drizzle was dripping from all sides of the umbrella, and the splashing cold rain and mist cast an icy haze on his noble and upright body.

He came to her, looked at her and lifted her thin lips, "Tell me, why did you poison my mother? Why did you kill my mother?"