Chapter 392

A Porsche sedan.

It's a luxury car.

It's a match for Wang Qiang's limited edition suit.

This is a young and promising man.

However, this identity and he just rushed into the clinic that pay fight scolding posture contrast, how is not a harmonious feeling.

Before the rush into Wang Qiang is like a ruffian, this time Wang Qiang is an enterprise image.

"Mr. Wang, are you so angry to come to the clinic because it is not easy to explain to your brothers and sisters?" Yu se sat in the passenger seat and asked in a low voice.

"Well, my father is always under my care. My fourth sister lives near me and came to help me last night. Last night, my father said that it would be gone. My elder brother and my second sister scolded me on the phone early in the morning. Now they are all rushing to my home. It is estimated that we have arrived and they have arrived."

"Is the old man still at home?" Yu se thought it was a funeral home.

"Yes, the house belongs to my father. After others left, I will also move away. Then my brother and sister said that they wanted to give my father a ride at home, so they didn't take it away." Wang Qiang said here, look gloomy down.

Look at his appearance is really sad, the old father's death, the eye rim is still red.

Yu color Mo, a long time before the soft voice, "Mr. Wang mourning."

It's an old house in downtown t.

Self built villas.

It is surrounded by idyllic scenery, which is why the old people like it here.

But young people prefer the modern atmosphere of the city.

So Wang Qiang said that his father would move to live in the city after his death.

Three and a half floors of luxury villa.

Before I went in, I saw the people in the villa.

There are many people.

In accordance with the customs of the countryside, they were dressed in sackcloth and dressed in filial piety.

Metaphor used to be the most difficult thing to see.

Every time I met, I could hide as far as I could. She was afraid of the dead.

However, since her experience with Mo Jingyao, she has long been invulnerable and afraid of nothing.

As Wang Qiang got off the bus, he took over the linen clothes provided by the Wang family and put them on his body.

"Saner, who is this?" A woman saw that Wang Qiang got out of the car and met him. Then she looked at the metaphor curiously.

Wang Qiang was about to open his mouth when he was stopped by Yu se. He could not let Wang Qiang say that she was a nurse of Mo Mingzhen clinic. Otherwise, he would definitely make people angry. People in the yard would look at her angrily and would like to tear her. In order to save her life and see her own safety, Yu se said directly: "I am Mr. Wang's friend. I heard that my uncle passed away, so I followed him Come and see you off. "

"Oh, come in then." The woman nodded, but a pair of eyes were still on the figurative body, pulled Wang Qiang and asked in a low voice: "new girlfriend?"

"Sister, don't talk nonsense. You are just ordinary friends." Yu se said that he was a friend, and Wang Qiang explained it in the same way.

It's the same caliber.

"Beautiful, can't you be a girlfriend? If dad knew you had a girlfriend, he would die in peace. "

"Cough..." He coughed, but he didn't expect that Wang Qiang, who was not small at all, had not yet established a family.

Just like his sister said, he got married and had children, so his father could go at ease.

"Sister, if you talk nonsense again, I'm not finished with you." Wang Qiang glanced at the metaphor, a little embarrassed, but at this time, the color of his eyes softened a lot. She was indeed a beautiful girl, but she was too young.

"Good, good, I don't say, quickly go in, my brother, my brother and my sister have arrived, when you come back to give them an account." Wang Fang took Wang Qiang into the villa.

Yu se also followed in.

Also deliberately and Wang Qiang to maintain a distance of one meter.

She really didn't want to be misunderstood about her relationship with Wang Qiang.

She is now full of eyes only Mo Jingyao, a man.

All the other men didn't see her.

Even if Jin Zheng is so excellent, she has never been moved, let alone Wang Qiang.

Although Wang Qiang is not bad in appearance or family background, she doesn't call Wang Qiang at all.

The decoration of the villa is very good. It should be two or three years. Even if there are many people walking around, it is also very clean.

The bedroom on the first floor is where the old man's body was put to rest.

A lipped red coffin was placed in the door, and the old man lay quietly inside. He had been dead for a long time.

She took a glance at Wang Qiang's back. It was true that she died of myocardial infarction. It seems that the doctor and nurse invited by the old man when he was dying was still very accurate.

"Nurse Yu, my father died last night. When I took him to see Dr. Mo in the daytime yesterday, he was still fine, but his blood pressure was a little low."

"Nurse Yu? Where did she come from? Third brother, what are you doing with this woman Outside the door, a man with a full face of whiskers came in, his face full of hostility swept to metaphorical color.However, after a look, immediately is full of eye's astonishment, big palm also handed to metaphor color, "hello."

The metaphor went to the side of the old man's red coffin, looked down at the old man carefully, and avoided the man's hand without any trace.

She didn't want to hold the man's hand, so she didn't.

The man was embarrassed and turned to Wang Qiang and said, "three brothers, what's going on?"

"My friend." Wang Qiang hesitated for a moment, but then remembered that the metaphor for her sister Wang Fang was his friend, so he continued to regard it as a friend.

The front and back calibre are the same.

Or it's a mess.

Mo Mingzhen's fault is mo Mingzhen. It has nothing to do with this little nurse.

"Yes, have you ever thought about continuing to develop?" Wang Jun's eyes were all on his pretty face. The little girl was so beautiful that she looked like a flower. She just gave him a kind of budding, waiting for him to bloom her. If she did, it would taste good.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense." Wang Qiang casually denied it. Metaphors didn't show him anything from the beginning to the end. Naturally, he should respect metaphor.

A good girl's home, no move did not provoke him, he also did not provoke metaphor, this is equivalent.

"Since the third brother is not interested in her, I will try my best." The more Wang Jun looked at the metaphor, the more he liked it. The look on his face was just that his mouth didn't flow out.

As if he didn't hear it, he looked at the old man for a minute. Then he turned to Wang Qiang and said, "your brothers and sisters are all together. Let's have a family meeting. I don't have to be here with me. I can do it myself."

Wang Qiang was stunned, "you How do you know that our five brothers and sisters are going to have a family meeting? " It seems as if he has never talked about metaphor, and the look in his eyes at this moment is frightening.