His fist fell down, strength is not light, Zhao bingyue was hit too painful to cry.

Immersed in grief, everyone did not expect that Chen Hong's son would hit her with his fist. Chen Hong burst into tears and looked at her quietly without making a sound. Looking at Zhao bingyue's eyes, it was as cool as if her father had been killed by her.

"What's the matter with you?" Luo Huasheng grabs the fist that he wants to fight down again. As soon as his face sinks, Zhao Binbin counsels him. He doesn't dare to fight Zhao bingyue any more.

Seeing this, Chen Hong pulls Zhao Binbin back.

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Two days later, her father's funeral was held.

Zhao bingyue was dressed in black and stood in the corner with a dull look. There was no expression on her face.

Chen Hong pulls Zhao Binbin, crying darkly. Her good friend Lu Chunxiao has been persuading her to mourn. Zhao Binbin, who is pulled by her, kicks the ground with no expression.

On this day, many people came to her family, many familiar faces, hypocritical expression of sadness, there are also many strange faces.

Zhao bingyue's tears had dried up, and she knelt on the ground a little dispirited, saying nothing.

She had not eaten much for two days, her eyes were sunken, and she was extremely haggard.

"Have a drink. Your mouth is dry." Luo Huasheng came over with water and sat down beside her.

Zhao bingyue took it with a dull look, took a sip and gave it back to him.

No one can sympathize with the grief of the death of their parents and relatives.

After the funeral.

Zhao bingyue was depressed for a few days. She couldn't raise her spirits by doing anything. She looked at Luo Huasheng anxiously, but there was nothing she could do.

Until that day, Zhao bingyue received a call from Xu Sui, asking her to meet in a coffee shop. Zhao bingyue hung up without thinking about it.

She's not in the mood to deal with her now, and she doesn't want to pay any attention to whether she calls to taunt her or to laugh at her.

Until that day, Luo Huasheng went to work in the company. Zhao bingyue stayed at home alone, and heard Xu Sui calling her at the door from a distance.

Zhao bingyue looks at the door. Xu Sui comes uninvited and dresses up. It's not the same as usual.

Zhao bingyue glanced at her and sat down on the sofa with a glass of water.

Xu Sui came in, sat in front of her and looked at her with a smile.

"What can I do for you?" Zhao bingyue looks at her without makeup and mutters in her heart. What does she want to do?

"What can I do for you?" Zhao bingyue looks at her. She calls herself and asks her out. It's not important. She can't appear in front of her.

"I heard that your father gave your Zhao family's property to your stepmother?" When Xu Sui heard the words, he was afraid of making a noise.

Zhao bingyue looked at her and did not speak, these days of sadness, also because of this matter, diluted a lot.

Before his death, her father took her by the hand and confessed that he was sorry for her, but in fact?

Before he died, he arranged everything at home.

Whether it's salary, house, car or cash at home, it's all given to Chen Hong and her son.

Chen Hong also told everyone that Zhao Jianming would do so because their son was still young and she could not take care of him alone. The money was left for them to live.

Zhao bingyue has married the Luo family and is an adult. The property of the Zhao family has nothing to do with her.

Such a ridiculous reason has convinced everyone.

What Zhao bingyue cares about is not her legacy, but her father's last cold heart.

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