Mr. Jiang looked at Mrs. Jiang calmly, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Mrs. Jiang's heart.

"What's going on with Jiang Sui's death?"

He asked again.

Old Mrs. Jiang was unsure of her idea. Should she continue to hide it or to tell the truth?

Let's continue to be honest, can she bear this consequence?

"It's just that I've had fetal aura and had premature birth!"

Mr. Jiang said with his back to the door: "Come in!"

The fucking brother she had walked in from the door, and the fucking brother was no longer as handsome as he was back then. His whole life made his face weathered.

"Who are you?"

The moment the man appeared, Old Mrs. Jiang did not recognize that she was her fucking brother back then.

"Sister, it's me!"

Old Mrs. Jiang instantly burst into the top of her head, it was him...

Then... Lao Jiang knew about it.

"Old Jiang, I didn't mean it, really I didn't mean it."

"I just pushed the hoe gently, but I didn't know that it was just that inch..."

"Sui'er is my dear daughter, how could I... how could I bear to bear... Lao Jiang..."

When she was in the hospital, she said rudely that she was not cowardly when she divorced.

But at this time she was timid, afraid, and regretted it.

Over the years, she has also inquired about where her brother was going, but no one knows.

Even since then, she has devoted herself to her home, and has been thinking that absurdity is like a dream. When she woke up from the dream, everything returned to her original appearance.

I guess Lao Jiang has put some effort into finding him!

"Old Jiang, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Mr. Jiang looked at his wife in front of him and said that their union back then was not the popular love, but the introduction from the organization, and he successfully entered the palace of marriage.

He did not have that unforgettable feeling for her.

More is a kind of responsibility of a husband to his wife.

But in their era, most people's marriages were like this.

He didn't think there was anything wrong or something wrong.

Mr. Jiang regretted it very much. If he had filed for divorce when he was suing Jiang He's life experience, would all the troubles would no longer exist?

"You are so scary. Sui'er is your biological daughter. Can you be so cruel? You said you didn't mean it? Then why did you push her? Just because you were afraid that she would inform me?"

"Tui Sui'er did not mean it, and you didn't mean it, old lady of the Ye family. Then tell me what was intentional?"

Mr. Jiang said to Jiang and his wife, Jiang Mu and Jiang Cha outside the door again: "Come in!"

Others from the Jiang family walked in one after another.

Jiang Cha looked at Old Mrs. Jiang with a complicated expression. She never thought that the grandmother who loved her and cared for her was the real murderer who killed her own mother?

"Jiang He." Mr. Jiang said with a momentum like a bell: "Although you are not her own son, she has raised you over the years. How many years she has raised you, and how many years you should repay her now? Do you have any problems?"

Jiang He said in a hoarse voice, "No problem."

"Jiang Mu." Mr. Jiang said with a tired look on his face: "You are my son. It is natural for me to support me in my old age. Don't worry, I don't have to worry about it. I live in a retirement house and I have a pension. I died that day. Just help me collect the body."

"Ginger Tea, you are raised by them. Even if they are not related by blood, they are also your adoptive father and mother. You can treat them well in the future."

Mr. Jiang handed a divorce agreement to Mrs. Jiang.
Chapter completed!