Sweet Wife, be Good!

The real Kwon Siri and Kwon’s consortium came back to China belatedly.

They moved back with their family, and they really needed to join forces with capable people to be able to keep their family business to the utmost extent and gain a firm foothold in the Dragon Empire.

Before them, the person who really considered more was Shen Sihai.

If Quan Silu and Shen Xuan are allowed to marry, the marriage relationship can make the family business more stable.

Because Quan Sili is indulged in painting and has little interest in business dealings.

Therefore, finding a suitable and character-oriented partner is a top priority for the Quan Group.

But the incident between Shen Xuan and the liar showed them Shen Sihai's ambitious ambition. Fortunately, the liar stepped into the puddle first to remind them.

The person they chose this time was Shen Jingyu.

"Master Shen, the matter of cooperation has been finalized in this way." The father of Quan Silu, who is in charge of the human rights exhibition of the Quan Group, came to the Shen Group in person to discuss secretly with Shen Jingyu.

"Happy cooperation." Shen Jingyu reached out and shook hands with Quan Bozhan.

Shen Sihai lost the watermelon in order to pick up sesame seeds.

Even sesame seeds were not picked up.

...

Mrs. He is dead.

Since the defeat of the He family, she has moved out with He Birong and He Peishan.

It was a dying year, and the pain of bereavement of children and grandchildren, coupled with the family's disintegration, finally couldn't hold it, and died in the hospital.

He Birong and He Peishan didn't even have money to take care of the funeral.

The remaining money and a few properties in their names had long been used up by them for nearly half a year.

He Yiming and Ye Shu appeared in the hospital.

He Birong and He Peishan opened their mouths and didn't even know what to say.

"I'll take care of Grandma He's funeral." He Yiming said, "If you agree."

"Then leave it to you." He Birong nodded.

The funeral plus cemetery is at least several hundred thousand.

She and He Peishan really can't afford to pay.

After being divorced by Shen Muhan, in Jingyuan, no one looked at their mother and daughter more.

He Birong had been deprived of her doctor's qualifications for a long time because she had committed crimes using someone else's body before, so she could not even find a legitimate job.

At present, she can only perform operations in some black clinics to earn the necessary expenses for life.

He Yiming asked Mrs. He's body to be taken away and sent to the funeral home.

Ye Shu also helped by himself.

She knows too well that He Yiming is a person with a lot of emotions.

Although Mrs. He treated him badly later, in the past 25 years, when she didn't know his blood, she treated him sincerely, loved him, and raised him.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy and deserted.

A few old people from the He family came sporadically.

Compared to the past when He's family had flowers and brocades, it seemed too desolate.

After the funeral, He Yiming left without stopping.

He Peishan cried so badly, not for the death of his loved ones, but for his tragic fate.

"There is only one way, Shanshan. Go this way, it's your only way to survive." He Birong said behind her.

Inside an underground black clinic.

He Peishan was lying on the operating table.

He Birong took out the last savings left to find the last way out and happiness for her daughter.

One month later.

He Peishan took off the gauze from his face.

In the mirror, a familiar and gentle face was revealed.