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"Which four young people are going to donate directly to charity or directed donation?" Asked the lawyer.

"Donate to the children's Fund. You can do the rest." Fu Nanzhu said lightly, "my father has never been in charge of my son. The money he left can help other people's children. It's good for him. "

He is worthy of being a brother. At this time, he did not forget to dig at Fu Sheng.

It can be seen how poor Fu Sheng is to the two brothers and how much image he has in the hearts of the two brothers.

Fu Sheng can have today's bleak end is nothing but self inflicted.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Fu Sihan and Fu Nanzhu, the lawyer and the old housekeeper settled all the matters behind Fu Sheng and the property ownership, and they went back to their rooms with tacit understanding.

"You Don't you go to the incense In the evening, I was surprised by Fu Nanzhu's indifference, or indifference.

Fu Nanzhu chuckled and asked, "what made my sister-in-law have the illusion that I am a good son?"

Later, I thought about it and said, "maybe you came back with all the dust and dust?"

"I didn't come back for him. I rush back because I don't want to be indoctrinated that her father is a cold-blooded and merciless person. Besides, I always have to sign to solve some problems, so as to solve them as soon as possible. "

Fu Sheng's smile did not change. Later, he found that since Guan Qingjiu came back, the brother-in-law had become more gentle. Of course, he was fake mild and really black.

Fu Nanzhu has not returned for many years, but his room is still kept in his old house, next to his room.

When they went back to their rooms, they said, "in fact, I subconsciously feel that Fu Nanzhu and You have a good relationship with your father. "

"Oh?" The action of FOSS cold release shirt button is a meal, very interesting ask speech late, "how can you think so?"

"I I have heard people talk about the gossip of the Fu family. They say that they are also Fu Sheng's son. But Fu Nanzhu, the youngest son, is much more likable to Fu Sheng than you are. " Later, he hesitated for a moment to tell the truth, worried that his words would remind Fu Sihan of his childhood sadness.

Who knows, Fu Si Han hook hook hook lip horn, "this saying also is right. But this does not affect the fact that he treats Nanzhu badly Why do you look at me like this

Night looking up at Fu Si Han, deep eyes.

After half a ring, he asked, "what about you?"

Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows.

Evening: "he treats Fu Nanzhu already is not good, that treats you?"

"What? Love me? " Fu Si Han Leng Leng Leng, chuckle out the sound, to the speech late came.

He was only half undressed and his collar was wide open, revealing a white and solid chest, sexy and powerful.

"Foshan, you had a hard time as a child, didn't you?" Night looked up at him, motionless, slightly moist eyes.

Fu Sihan didn't think of his childhood things for a long time, especially after knowing Yan late.

As a child

He thought for a while that his mother was still alive, and she was not worried about food and clothing. After her mother passed away, situ Xianyue also tried to protect him and Fu Nanzhu.

But it is countless times with a variety of night hum, "then I think you'd better dream."

Fu Sihan laughed with anger.

In fact, both of them understand each other. In fact, Fu Sihan is just talking about it.

Fu Sheng is still lying in the hall of the next building in the spirit hall. It is somewhat inappropriate to do such a thing here.

Even if you don't care whether it's suitable or not, it's not interesting.

One night, Fu Han thought of a man who would wash his pajamas at night

Later, he was stunned for a moment and then reacted. What he said should be Fu province's ice coffin in the hall not far away.

"Not afraid." Later he said, "his death has nothing to do with me. What am I afraid of? And I'm a staunch materialist. "

Fu Si Han stares at speech evening evening to see two seconds, make sure she is not arrogant just walk out of the bedroom.

After taking a bath in the evening, I found that Fu Sihan had not returned.

She thought he had something to delay and went back to bed to wait for him.

It was a long time before the door was opened and the man came in with the tide of water.

Night turned a body, directly into the man's arms, doubt asked: "you just wash?"

Fu Sihan said "um".

There is no light in the bedroom, because the old housekeeper is thinking about his love affair with Fu Sheng. Tonight, he will open the way for Fu Sheng's dead according to the old custom.

Fu Sihan closed the window and drew the curtain, so as not to bother his eyes, leading to a dim bedroom now, not to see a vague outline of Fu Sihan, even the eyebrows and eyes can not see clearly.

"Why did you wash it so long?" He was still carrying so much moisture that he must have just come out of the bathroom.

Night tilt his head to see his eyes, but how can't see clearly, "Fu Si Han, did you cry secretly in the bath?"

Fu Sihan gave a angry smile, even if he could not see clearly, he could accurately hold the face of the late speech, disdaining to sneer: "will I cry?"In the evening, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind - Fu Sihan was half kneeling on the ground, her forehead was on her legs.

There was an unusual muteness and forbearance in his voice at that time, and she felt that something moist had been thrown into her pants legs and soaked into her skin.

She also saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

Fu Sihan was asking her if she could stay.

He has obviously forgotten his embarrassment at that time, or selectively.

Since this is the case, then this treasure and friendship let her quietly in the heart of it.

"No Answer later.

"That's it." Fu Sihan embraces people's words in his arms and hugs them tightly.

Evening hands on his waist, after half a second, propped up the body, according to their own feeling of the place to gather face.

"Late, late..." Fu Sihan felt that his breath was getting closer and closer.

In the end, the warm and gentle flap of his lips made a mark on his lips.

It's all gentle and soothing.

Later, he returned to his arms and said to himself, "even if your mind is strong, I will comfort you."

Fu Sihan's heart stopped half beat, his fingers slightly curved, and then he laughed silently.

At first, even he felt that he didn't care. He had already been deeply disappointed with Fu Sheng. He personally sent Fu Sheng to the prison and destroyed the people and things he cared about most. After his death, Fu Sheng was still lonely, and no one from his family sent him away.

But now, when Yan late said the word "comfort", he was not completely indifferent.

"I don't need comfort." Fu Sihan hears the silent air and has his own voice.

"I know you don't need it. I just want to comfort you and go through the process. Does Mr. Fu give me this opportunity?"

"Here you are."

The man's voice sounds helpless and full of connivance.

I'll give you whatever Mrs. Fu wants.

All your life.

"Well..." At night, pretending to think, like a word of comfort in deliberation.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "you still have grandma who loves you, you have friends, and I, so don't be too sad. Some people are gone, just like taking away your bad memory when you were young, and then they are gone. "

In the evening, he suddenly understood what Mrs. Fu was doing. To them, Fu Sheng might have been a damned person for a long time. His death not only relieved Mrs. Fu's guilt, but also made Fu Sihan's brother less entangled.

But more fortunately, Fu Sihan and Fu Nanzhu did not know that Fu Sheng's death was the intention of old lady Fu.

"It's too late. Your consolation is not sincere at all." Fu Sihan said.

Late some guilty: "how no sincerity?"

She has always been unable to comfort people, cajoling Tiantian or Missy, but such children are OK.

"Have you ever seen anyone who is serious about comforting people without even addressing them? Is it you who open your mouth? " Fu Sihan had a serious problem.

Late and late: Well, you're actually struggling with appellation.

"Ah Han, I'll add it, OK?"

"Shouldn't it be a husband?"

It's a wrong idea and decision that I want to comfort Fu Sihan seriously!

He buried his head in his arms.

Sleep!

She closed her eyes and even heard the man's deep laughter, and his chest was shaking.

Strong Fu San Shao doesn't need comfort!