You Are My Gravity

The Song family quickly went bankrupt, the mortgaged shares were taken away, and employees asked for wages. Shareholders came to the Song family to pull banners, and the Song family still owed the bank a loan.

Song Zhimin can’t repay the huge debts at all. The company’s losses are so serious that it is no longer able to turn the tide. The industrial and commercial bureaus and police stations have come to look for it. There is hard evidence that it is impossible for him not to go to jail. Moreover, the amount of public funds he embezzled would cost ten. Started in the year.

The Song Family in Linzhou was in turmoil. At this time, no one would step forward to intervene, and no one was willing to help. The mess was too big, and even if someone helped, there was not enough energy.

As for his mother's natal family, the Shui family, and the elderly in the family alone, the entire Shui family was caught in an endless civil strife. Everyone was thinking about robbing and dividing the territory. Whoever has the mind, who would be willing to help the Song family.

Under pressure from many sources, just early this morning, Song Zhimin jumped off the Song family building and fell to death on the spot.

When Song Mingjue learned the news, she sat alone for a long time.

He felt that he was actually not sad. After all, from a rational analysis, his father had no good results except death.

After all, if a person is dead, he is actually freed, and if he is dead, he won't find him anymore for those messy things.

It's dead... it's one hundred.

But... he was clearly not sad, but when he returned to his senses, tears were already streaming down his face.

Father... no more!

No matter how many wrong things he did, after all, he helped him grow up and gave him 20 years of stable life.

Song Mingjue thought that he was already very cold-blooded and ruthless, and only then knew that he could not be truly indifferent.

He even began to regret, whether he should have gone back in the first place. If he went back to help him carry it, would he...he would not die?

But now it's useless to say anything. The man is dead.

Song Mingjue remembered today. I heard that it was Gu Jingyuan’s wedding today. This day, his family must be happy and lively, right?

He laughed at himself, this is the reality, several happy and sad!

With the death of Song Zhimin, their Song family... is completely finished.

Song Mingjue took out his mobile phone and booked a flight to Linzhou tonight.

If a person is dead, a son should always go back to collect the body.

Song Mingjue had just booked the air ticket, and the door of the room was smashed.

Song Mingjue knew who caused the damage, but he didn't want to drive or move...

He heard Shui Xingyun shouting outside: "Mingzhen, you open the door, I have an emergency to tell you, Mingzhen, you open the door..."

Song Mingjue thought she was going to talk about the death of his father, he hesitated for a while, and went to open the door.

But I didn’t expect that as soon as Shui Xingyun came in, he grabbed Song Mingjue’s arm and cried out, “Mingzheng, your sister is dying. The hospital called and said that it’s going to be impossible. Let’s go back quickly. What should we do? What can I do..."

Song Mingjue's expression was a bit cold, and Shui Xingyun cried miserably. She stubbornly grasped the flesh on his arm, making him feel pain.

Song Mingjue said lightly: "Do you know that my dad is dead?"

Shui Xingyun was taken aback, "What did you say?"

"An hour ago, my dad jumped from Song's upstairs and died on the spot."

Shui Xingyun's face turned pale, and she shook her body. After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and cursed: "He...he...Song Zhimin is just a waste, bastard..."