Chapter 339
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Not even breathing.
It was quiet.
When Jiang ran put down his chopsticks, his heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a big hand, and he called again: "Mom?"
However, there was still no sound there.
Although Jiang Ran's ear power is not as good as that of Ling Chonglou, it is also far more than that of ordinary people.
Nothing can escape his ears.
Moreover, this call does not conform to Jiang's character.
Jiang Huaping calls him. He can't say nothing.
Something happened.
After these three words came out of Jiang Ran's mind, his breathing became short.
Jiang ran stabilized his mind and said, "of course, your father was old at that time. How could I really commit myself to him? Moyuan is really my son and other people's son."
"But your father didn't know. I forced him to make a will and gave the Jiangshi group to Moyuan, so that you couldn't get any shares."
"But to my surprise, your father returned to his senses before he died." Ye Suhe sighed, "do you know what the last thing he said?"
"He asked me to let you and Jiang Chengjun go. He could give me all the Jiangshi group."
A sentence to kill the heart.
Jiang Huaping closed his eyes.
She hated master Jiang for more than ten years.
But before his death, master Jiang's only wish was for her and Jiang Chengjun.
"Don't expect me to let you go. I like the way you noble families kneel down and beg me." Ye Suhe smiles, "you still have one night to live. Cherish the rest of your time, Jiang Huaping."
**
downtown, in an apartment.
Ying Tianlv suddenly wakes up.
Sweat gurgled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and pillow.
He took a look at the time. It was six in the morning. It wasn't even light.
But Ying Tianlu can't wait. He washes his face, puts on his clothes quickly, and drives to Wen's neighborhood immediately.
Twenty minutes later, Ying Tianlv came to the door breathlessly and pressed the doorbell.
There was no movement. He pressed it again.
After a few seconds, there was a footstep and the door was opened.
After seeing the girl, Ying Tianlu was relieved.
Ying Zijin stood at the door, embracing his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes were cool: "you should be glad that I got up early today."
She has always been so angry that no one can cure her.
If anyone calls her by force, she will be beaten.
"Sorry." Ying Tianlu smiles and is relieved, "but you're OK."
Ying Zijin raised his eyes.
She noticed that Ying Tianlu's shirt buttons were wrongly tied.
This is almost impossible for Ying Tianlv. He is always strict and meticulous.
"Son Jin, you listen to me." Ying Tianlu calmed his breath and then said, "although you may not believe it, it's really mysterious. I dreamt that --"
he clenched his fingers and paused: "I dreamt last night that you died on the operating table while donating blood to Ying Luwei."
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Not even breathing.
It was quiet.
When Jiang ran put down his chopsticks, his heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a big hand, and he called again: "Mom?"
However, there was still no sound there.
Although Jiang Ran's ear power is not as good as that of Ling Chonglou, it is also far more than that of ordinary people.
Nothing can escape his ears.
Moreover, this call does not conform to Jiang's character.
Jiang Huaping calls him. He can't say nothing.
Something happened.
After these three words came out of Jiang Ran's mind, his breathing became short.
Jiang ran stabilized his mind and said, "of course, your father was old at that time. How could I really commit myself to him? Moyuan is really my son and other people's son."
"But your father didn't know. I forced him to make a will and gave the Jiangshi group to Moyuan, so that you couldn't get any shares."
"But to my surprise, your father returned to his senses before he died." Ye Suhe sighed, "do you know what the last thing he said?"
"He asked me to let you and Jiang Chengjun go. He could give me all the Jiangshi group."
A sentence to kill the heart.
Jiang Huaping closed his eyes.
She hated master Jiang for more than ten years.
But before his death, master Jiang's only wish was for her and Jiang Chengjun.
"Don't expect me to let you go. I like the way you noble families kneel down and beg me." Ye Suhe smiles, "you still have one night to live. Cherish the rest of your time, Jiang Huaping."
**
downtown, in an apartment.
Ying Tianlv suddenly wakes up.
Sweat gurgled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and pillow.
He took a look at the time. It was six in the morning. It wasn't even light.
But Ying Tianlu can't wait. He washes his face, puts on his clothes quickly, and drives to Wen's neighborhood immediately.
Twenty minutes later, Ying Tianlv came to the door breathlessly and pressed the doorbell.
There was no movement. He pressed it again.
After a few seconds, there was a footstep and the door was opened.
After seeing the girl, Ying Tianlu was relieved.
Ying Zijin stood at the door, embracing his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes were cool: "you should be glad that I got up early today."
She has always been so angry that no one can cure her.
If anyone calls her by force, she will be beaten.
"Sorry." Ying Tianlu smiles and is relieved, "but you're OK."
Ying Zijin raised his eyes.
She noticed that Ying Tianlu's shirt buttons were wrongly tied.
This is almost impossible for Ying Tianlv. He is always strict and meticulous.
"Son Jin, you listen to me." Ying Tianlu calmed his breath and then said, "although you may not believe it, it's really mysterious. I dreamt that --"
he clenched his fingers and paused: "I dreamt last night that you died on the operating table while donating blood to Ying Luwei."
Not even breathing. It was quiet. When Jiang ran put down his chopsticks, his heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a big hand, and he called again: "Mom?" However, there was still no sound there. Although Jiang Ran's ear power is not as good as that of Ling Chonglou, it is also far more than that of ordinary people. Nothing can escape his ears. Moreover, this call does not conform to Jiang's character. Jiang Huaping calls him. He can't say nothing. Something happened. After these three words came out of Jiang Ran's mind, his breathing became short. Jiang ran stabilized his mind and said, "of course, your father was old at that time. How could I really commit myself to him? Moyuan is really my son and other people's son." "But your father didn't know. I forced him to make a will and gave the Jiangshi group to Moyuan, so that you couldn't get any shares." "But to my surprise, your father returned to his senses before he died." Ye Suhe sighed, "do you know what the last thing he said?" "He asked me to let you and Jiang Chengjun go. He could give me all the Jiangshi group." A sentence to kill the heart. Jiang Huaping closed his eyes. She hated master Jiang for more than ten years. But before his death, master Jiang's only wish was for her and Jiang Chengjun. "Don't expect me to let you go. I like the way you noble families kneel down and beg me." Ye Suhe smiles, "you still have one night to live. Cherish the rest of your time, Jiang Huaping." **downtown, in an apartment. Ying Tianlv suddenly wakes up. Sweat gurgled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and pillow. He took a look at the time. It was six in the morning. It wasn't even light. But Ying Tianlu can't wait. He washes his face, puts on his clothes quickly, and drives to Wen's neighborhood immediately. Twenty minutes later, Ying Tianlv came to the door breathlessly and pressed the doorbell. There was no movement. He pressed it again. After a few seconds, there was a footstep and the door was opened. After seeing the girl, Ying Tianlu was relieved. Ying Zijin stood at the door, embracing his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes were cool: "you should be glad that I got up early today." She has always been so angry that no one can cure her. If anyone calls her by force, she will be beaten. "Sorry." Ying Tianlu smiles and is relieved, "but you're OK." Ying Zijin raised his eyes. She noticed that Ying Tianlu's shirt buttons were wrongly tied. This is almost impossible for Ying Tianlv. He is always strict and meticulous. "Son Jin, you listen to me." Ying Tianlu calmed his breath and then said, "although you may not believe it, it's really mysterious. I dreamt that --" he clenched his fingers and paused: "I dreamt last night that you died on the operating table while donating blood to Ying Luwei."
