"Impossible." Gently lift the thin lips, and the high reputation directly shows his attitude.

Su Xiaoxiao's pupils tightened a little. She stared at him with hatred. There was a ferocious look on her green and pure face.

Turn your eyes and look at the steaming cakes on the tea table. The prestigious tone returns to calm, "eat these things first, and I'll let you see the child, otherwise..."

Su Xiaoxiao's heart trembled.

She knew what he meant without having to finish talking.

Will you threaten her with children in the future?

"Never doubt my love for children." Sheng Sheng put a paternity test on the tea table. He said, "because I'm the child's father." With that, he turned and left. He will give her enough time to digest it.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, stubborn tears gathered in her eyes. Su smiled and closed her eyes, even her breathing hurt.

The child is his... And Anxin knew it from the beginning.

He knows and is so good to her and her children?

Thinking of Anxin, Su smiled and felt heartache like a knife.

In order to see silence, Su Xiaoxiao had to compromise.

And she's really hungry.

The cake is still my favorite taste, but it's like chewing wax when stuffed into my mouth.

Tears fell on the plate and she tasted the salty taste.

She didn't see the paternity test thrown on the tea table because he believed what Anxin said.

Yes, he is Anxin. What a gentleman he is, how can he take advantage of others' danger?

I drink so much because I trust him.

She shuddered at the thought of Anxin being shot. She was by his side, but she didn't protect him.

How painful should he be after so much blood?

When the reputation shot at Anxin, only Anxin's family was present, and Anxin's death was also a premature death.

But such a big news can only be suppressed. The funeral was held in a low-key Church in Jiangcheng.

Reporters all know that Anxin is dead, but there are different opinions on how he died.

The day of the body farewell ceremony.

Su Xiuling knelt in front of the ice coffin and cried until she was soft. Her tears had dried up and her throat was too hoarse to make a sound.

Her whole body lay on the ice coffin, separated by a layer of glass. She stared at her peaceful son and wanted to send him the last trip in this way. Only in this way did she feel that she was closest to him.

Mourning and music continued in the mourning hall. The people who came to mourn were all dressed in formal clothes and white flowers, all with dignified faces.

In just three days, an Zhen was haggard.

At this time, he stood sadly in front of the ice Pavilion. The important national governments in the unit came and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "I'm sorry, political commissar of safety."

The reporter wanted to shoot the scene in the mourning hall, but he didn't have a chance. It was all stopped outside by the security personnel.

"Why did you die young? Can't it be false news? Are you sure it's president an? "

"It's Anxin. The person in charge of arranging the mourning hall is my uncle. I can't be wrong."

"How did you die? Sudden death? "

"It should be. There is a lot of work pressure. He is also a workaholic. People in the company say he always works late."

"That would be a pity."

"Look! That's president Sheng's car! "

Hearing the sound and turning his eyes, a customized Lamborghini drove into the scope of the mourning hall.

The car was parked outside the mourning hall.

The driver got out of the car, quickly pulled the rear door, and a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped down. He was dressed in a dark suit and held a bunch of blooming lilies in his hand.

In the crowd's attention, Sheng Yu stepped into the mourning hall with a deep mood. There was no superfluous expression on his knife cut face.