The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 392 The corner of the man's mouth slightly curled up, "Shares, all of them."

Su Jing suddenly thought of something, "Why can't I contact Zhiyuan, he is in your hands?"

"Yes."

Su Jing was short of breath and furious, "Jiang Yunshen, after your father passed away, it was Dongsen who paid for you to complete your studies. After you graduated, he single-handedly promoted you to where you are today. Back then, because he admired you, he hoped that Zhijun would marry you." for you……"

"How much kindness he has shown you, is this how you repay him? Now that his bones are still cold, you can't wait to plot to seize his property and bully his wife and daughter!"

Jiang Yunshen's face was calm, calm and calm, "Madam is indeed a smart person, and it's easy to talk, but what you said is not accurate. The sudden departure of Uncle Hua caused today's situation, otherwise, based on your treatment of him for more than ten years Understand, how to divide his property, you should know better than anyone else."

Su Jing just looked at him for a while.

The living room is large, spacious, empty and silent, and the silence is so unnerving.

She asked softly, "What do you want?"

The corner of the man's mouth slightly curled up, "Shares, all of them."

…………

At [-] o'clock the next morning, Huashi officially released the obituary of the group chairman Hua Dongsen's death in a car accident.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused an uproar from all walks of life, especially the shopping malls. As predicted at the beginning, Huashi's stock price began to plummet.

Hua Rong didn't sleep much all night, and returned to Hua's villa early in the morning to prepare for the funeral and memorial service.

Her whole body was in a trance of excessive grief, but she had to face the scene that she had to face. Fortunately, beside her was a shrewd and capable Mo Nian, and Jiang Yunshen who seemed to be able to solve everything in an orderly manner.

At about nine o'clock, Yin Huan came over.

Hua Rong was in the living room discussing the process with Mo Nian. He had only arrived not long ago, and soon there were arguments.

At first, he heard Hua Zhijun's extremely angry voice, Hua Rong really had no interest in listening to what they were arguing about, but felt extremely irritable, and endured the attack.

"Go, Yin Huan, get out of here immediately!"

Along with the voice, there was the sound of crackling cups being smashed.

"Zhijun," Su Jing heard the sound, and stopped her with a tired voice, "Yin Huan came back overnight because of you, what are you doing?"

Hua Zhijun usually pays attention to his demeanor and indifference, but now he can't control his sharp voice, "For me to come back overnight? Mom, ask him what he was doing all night?!"

Su Jing glanced at her daughter, then at Yin Huan, whose clothes and hair were disheveled, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Yin Huan also looked like he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were slightly congested and red, and he plucked his short hair, "Aunt Su, we'll talk about this matter after Uncle Hua's memorial service..."

"The memorial service has nothing to do with you!" Hua Zhijun's expression couldn't tell whether it was indifference or excitement, she paused every word, as if she was about to throw a loud voice, "Yin Huan, I broke up with you, you are not qualified to attend my father's funeral. The memorial service..."

"Hua Zhijun, shut up!" Su Jing suddenly interrupted her loudly, she was always soft, and she spoke even softer, her vocal cords were pulled hoarse at this moment.

She adjusted her breathing deeply, and slowed down her tone, "I don't care what conflicts you have with Yin Huan, I will talk about it after your father's funeral is over."

Hua Zhijun burst into tears, and said in a broken voice, "Mom, he was in bed with another woman last night, and that woman sent me a bed photo early in the morning."

Four more, one more at eight o'clock, please recommend a ticket

(End of this chapter)