Chapter 772

"Now, at once, at once, out of my sight!" "If not, I'll let you stay in prison for the rest of your life!" said anshasha

When did Song Qing see such an Xiaxia in the evening? His legs were soft and he almost fell down in front of an Xiaxia.

Nan's assistant beckoned, and immediately a bodyguard took song Qingwan away and threw him out of the hospital.

An Xiaxia sits back on the chair. The fire just now seems to have exhausted all her strength. Her eyes are red like rabbits. Sheng Yize touches her head lovingly: "don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

I am here, old and dead.

"Cough." Nan assistant coughed and said to an Xiaxia, "eldest lady, the law firm has arrived. Can I help you?"

An Xiaxia shook his head wearily.

For a long time, the door of the operating room opened and the doctor came out and shook his head.

Tears burst out of her eyes. Anxia put her hand in her mouth and bit her, afraid of crying.

"Go and see him off." Sheng Yize asks for Anxia's opinion in a soft voice. Anxia nods and enters the ward together.

Mr. Song's eyes narrowed, and he saw the two men come in. He tried to talk, but he had no strength.

According to the tradition of Yucheng, Sheng Yize pulls an Xiaxia to kneel in front of his bed and kowtows to Mr. Song.

"I will take care of her." Sheng promised with a deep voice.

Mr. song seems to have hooked his lips and closed his eyes slowly.

The numbers on the instrument are in a straight line in an instant.

Anxia Xia couldn't help it any more. She cried out.

The one closest to her in the world is gone.

-The funeral was run by Sheng Yize. It was a large-scale funeral. Most of Yucheng's business people went there.

An Xiaxia wears a black skirt and a small white flower on her head. She accompanies Sheng Yize and looks at people coming and going. There is no disturbance on her face.

An unexpected guest suddenly arrived.

Yucheng is now in winter, and it's snowing today. The charm of Chu seems not to feel cold. It's still wearing a self-cultivation cheongsam and a neat bun. It's noble, elegant and lingering.

Seeing her coming to mourn, the scene was agitated on a small scale.

The rhyme of Chu twists his waist, gives Mr. Song a column of incense, and turns to an Xia Xia's side.

The eyes of the whole audience immediately strafed over.

"What are you doing?" An Xia Xia is speechless.

The rhyme of Chu takes off the sunglasses and the red lips rise: "maybe You should call me, mom. "

Anshasha, with a dark face, wants to be thrown out.

Who knows Chu's rhyme, as expected, said: "before your father died, he signed a marriage agreement with me, that is to say, we are now - legally husband and wife, and I am his widow."

…… So it's little three who's right?

An Xiaxia smiles: "Congratulations, finally get rid of the title of junior three and achieve the achievement of widowed women!"

As soon as Chu Zhiyun's face changed, he lowered his voice and said, "don't forget that in the order of inheritance, the wife is prior to the children. Even if you make a will, you can't take the property of the Song family alone! "

Ah As expected, it is much higher than the late Song Dynasty.

Anxia Xia sighed in her heart. Sheng Yize's expressionless face called for the bodyguard: "after the shadow of Chu, I will not send it."

"Hum!" The rhyme of Chu hums coldly and leaves quickly.

"Looks like you're in trouble." Song Dynasty, I don't know from which corner came out, laughing like a light pick fox.