After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Introduction: Six years ago, Qiao Yu was a rich and wealthy daughter who had no hands on spring water, and was indulgent and willful; when Bao Han was a talented man from a humble family wearing a cheap white shirt, he was poor and lonely. Six years later, Qiao Yu was a single mother struggling on the edge of food and clothing, humble and lonely; when Bao Han was a powerful figure on the Forbes list of richest people in the world, she was unparalleled in dignity. When they met again, he pressed his scarlet eyes against her ear and said bitterly: "Qiao Yu, thanks to you, I am as good as Bo Hanshi today." She raised her head to hold back her tears and smiled fearlessly: "That Mr. Bo You should thank me. If it weren't for me, Qiao Yu, Mr. Bo would still be the poor boy with nothing!" Later, Bo Hanshi pushed her into a corner, angry and painful: "Qiao Yu, how dare you marry someone else and have children? "Later, she jumped down towards the vast and deep sea. She said: "Bo Han...