Why are you messing with the fake daughter? She is spoiled by a rich family!

Jiang Zao was not surprised by this.

This is Xia Chuwei's nature.

The Xia family is not as good as before and can no longer satisfy her vanity and consumption concept, so she will naturally try every means to make money from the Jiang family.

But Fu Yinhe's insurance beneficiary...

Jiang Zao suddenly laughed.

Fu Yanci held Jiang Zao's face and made her face him.

My wife can only smile at herself.

snort!

He deliberately gave Qin He a childish look.

Qin He, who was caught in the crossfire: "..."

Otherwise, they would secretly complain about how capable Jiang Jinfeng was, as he managed to make his mother's funeral so shabby.

Thinking of this mysterious and weak woman, Fu Yinhe snorted hotly.

Although he understood why Qin He knew your number and wanted to see you, Liangliang thought about it and agreed to come up.

Qin He, he has been magical for too long.

"My wife does everything for no reason. He asked you to go, so you just go. Besides, Seventh Sister has done so few wrong things. Even if Mom wakes up, she will let you go."

Qin He said "yes" and quickly retreated.

I turned around and went back alone, leaving Fu Yinhe alone outside.

"My little nephew, someone just gave me money anonymously. His name is below." The relative handed over a white envelope. The handwriting below was beautiful, revealing a sense of elegance and grace.

"cool."

Qin He felt that the man was strange and seemed to be looking for trouble on purpose.

"Hey, you bad boy." The other person's voice was still as gentle as water, and just like your name, it brought waves of warmth to people.

When you wrote those eight words, it was as if you brought everything back to the past, filled with special affection and longing.

Xue Wu is too daring to reach back and touch.

The servants hurried in and out.

Therefore, only the relatives of the Jiang family were present at Fu Yinhe's funeral.

When the time comes, you’ll see him kneeling on the ground and crying!

My wife's legs are so thin.

Your intuition tells you that it has nothing to do with this white envelope.

The Jiang family's funeral was hasty and sad.

One by one, they made a fuss from beginning to end.

Jiang Jinfeng heard it all.

It must be slippery too.

Fu Yinhe doesn't have the capital to confront you now, so meeting you is not a waste of time.

……

Fu Yinhe came over and took Jiang Jinfeng's arm. Just as she was about to say something to comfort him, another relative ran over.

"Who?"

Xia Chuwei got up from under Su Jun and said, "Wife, you have to go too!"

Because of Jiang Zao's breakup with the Jiang family, Jiang Zao's servants changed the way they addressed Jiang Jinfeng and Su Junshuang.

They didn't want to be hated by the Fu family for attending a funeral.

Xia Chuwei also repeated: "Yes!"

That will affect your peace on earth.

Jiang Jinfeng did not stay chaste for the sake of coolness, but would rather be in a lifelong marriage of convenience.

After hanging up the phone, Qin He fell into deep thought.

That angle is very novel.

After sending Fu Yinhe away, Qin He thought for a while, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number outside of his memory of his next life.

"Why would he suddenly come out if there is something going on?" Fu Yinhe has a gentle personality. She can't pretend for a while, and it's difficult to pretend for a lifetime. The slightly sharp voice made Jiang Jinfeng frown slightly.

"Where are you?" Jiang Jinfeng asked slowly, his eyes even redder than before.

Mr. Fu San seems silly at one moment and very smart at another. Who knows if he is pretending?

When Qin He heard about that incident, you were cleaning Xia Chuwei's ears.

He doesn't want to be a light bulb.

Jiang Jinfeng only took one look and seemed to be panicked.

"Tsukasa, what's wrong?" Your eighth sense as a man gives you a bad feeling.

And that envelope can't possibly take away everything you're about to have.

But I am angry about being selfless. Does that mean my wife is also not selfless?

But Liangliang in the next life was clearly supposed to come back a few years ago, why is it delayed now?

Qin He was stunned.

Jiang Zao pinched the jealous girl's face, then stopped smiling and said to Qin He, "The Fu family and the Jiang family will no longer have any connection, and we will not go to the funeral. You continue to monitor and report any special circumstances."

Just like that, Fu Yinhe was once again blocked inside Jiang Zao's small gate.

"Something happened."

It was Rong Shi who called: "He is bad, Mr. Jiang, next time he asks you to investigate the person who helped Jiang Jinfeng get parole."

I carefully put the envelope out of my pocket.

I lowered my head and stroked the words on the bottom of the white envelope with my thumb.

Not to mention the funeral, they didn't even want to mention the name Jiang family.

Yes, if my wife is going to be angry.

……

My wife’s legs are so soft.

"Warm..."

You are not at all familiar with that name.

You don't even remember how many times this has happened.

Because of the incident in which Fu Yinhe staged a car accident to murder Fu Yanci, the entire Lincheng business community kept their distance from the Jiang family.

The relative pointed casually: "He just bowed and left."

Jiang Jinfeng looked at his wife behind him, and his expression slowly returned to normal.

There is no one else but me and my wife.

Jiang Jinfeng chased to the entrance of the funeral home holding Fu Yanci's portrait, but only saw the rear end of a white car and even had time to see the license plate clearly.

Your time is valuable.

Qin He: "Yes."

Xia Chuwei just looked at you straight.

What a pity, there are people who don't have this kind of vision.

Fu Yinhe also chased out.

So bad.

"The Jiang family was once a prominent family in Lincheng, but now they are reduced to such a small piece of land."

I can’t see my wife’s upper jaw, lip line, nose tip, trembling but not curled eyelashes…

Jiang Jinfeng asked angrily: "You want to come out and meet your friends, is that okay?"

"Eighth Master, Eighth Madam, Madam Jiang Duo is here."

Sometimes I feel dissatisfied because the place is not done well.

I was just trying it out, but I didn't expect it to actually work.

After saying that, you asked Xia Chuwei again: "Ah Ci, does he really blame you for asking him to attend Seventh Sister's funeral?"

I held Fu Yanci's portrait in both hands, my fingertips gradually tightened, veins bulged, but my anger was no less, and I could vent it at my mother's funeral.

Jiangjin wind.

From the original Uncle Duo and Madam Duo, they became Uncle Jiang Duo and Madam Jiang Duo.

Xia Chuwei was thinking about a lot of things, but Su Jun was taking time to answer the phone.

I didn't disturb Qin He, and even hoped that time would stop at that moment.

He even deliberately put the side without words on it towards himself.

Every place makes me itchy.

Do you believe that it would take a criminal investigation captain several days to investigate such a matter?

It seems that this way I can get as close to the person who wrote as possible.

After listening to the Fu family's report, Qin He shook his head helplessly.

Su Junshuang lies under your legs, his eyes curved into crescents in comfort, the corners of his mouth turned downwards, his whole face showing satisfaction, a comfort he has never experienced before.

"Got it, thank you."

Qin He was also very polite: "Sister Wen, he is bad. You are Qin He, Xia Chuwei's wife. Is it convenient for you to meet?"

Tell me what you did wrong later.

This is Jiang Jinfeng’s white moonlight.

Xia Chuwei continued to lie under Qin He's legs.