After the divorce, the three gangsters doted on me

Qiao An felt that at this moment, she shouldn't be here. The three of them stood together like a family, but she became the sinner who ruined their happiness.

But she still walked over bravely. She must not miss Chuxi's funeral, and she must see him off for the last time.

Just now when she reached the door, Mother Chu slapped her with a slap. The slap landed on her face with a crisp sound, attracting the attention of many people.

"Qiao An, get out of here, you are not welcome here, get out quickly."

Mother Chu's voice was hysterical, and her emotions became even more agitated. Tears kept streaming down her face, and her eyes of hatred fell on Qiao Anhao.

The reporters are all smart people, sharp-eyed people saw the chaos here, and they didn't care about anything, so they came to film them.

The grievances of wealthy families are the most important thing to attract everyone's attention. Looking at the current situation, there may be something inside.

"Isn't this woman Qiao An?" A sharp-eyed reporter recognized her, and after her reminder, other reporters suddenly realized.

That's right, this person is Qiao Anhao. It is said that Chu Xi and Fu Yanmo fought tit-for-tat for this woman, and they did not hesitate to fight. Today she appeared in this play, but it is getting better and better.

The reporter kept taking pictures from behind, as if trying to figure out what was going on.

Qiao Anhao lowered her head, tears streaming down unconsciously, "Auntie, I just want to offer my condolences, don't worry, I will leave immediately after I offer my condolences, and I will definitely not be an eyesore here."

"Condolence? Qiao Anhao, everyone here can use these two words, but you can't."

Mother Chu rushed over and pulled her like crazy, she grabbed her hair, and the other hand kept hitting her.

Qiao Anhao was like a doll, motionless, allowing her to vent her anger.

"Qiao Anhao, you mourner star, if Chu Xi hadn't married you back then, he would still be fine now and wouldn't die at all."

"Why wasn't you the one who died back then? It was my son Chu Xi? Chu Xi was kind, smart, and very filial since he was a child."

"You compensate my son, you compensate him to me."

Father Chu sighed, "Forget it, it's useless to say anything now, just calm down, there are still many guests today, don't let them read the joke."

"Auntie..." Song Jiaer wanted to go up to support her, but caring about her stomach, she also said a few words.

Mother Chu acted as if she hadn't heard what they said, she was still venting her emotions.

"Qiao Anhao, it was you. You killed my son. I told him long ago not to be with you, but he just didn't believe it."

"And you are also playing against me, insisting on being with him."

"What method did you use to hook up with Chu Xi, a mourner, and you insist on marrying into the Chu family with a child? I don't know what kind of heart you are at ease."

"Are you satisfied now? You have become the first heir to his estate. Has your plan succeeded?"

"Hahaha, Qiao Anhao, I didn't even look for you, but you came to disgust me. Now you have succeeded."

"However, I will not make it easy for you. It is absolutely impossible for you to read my jokes."

Qiao Anhao has been silently enduring it. She knows that Chu's mother has a lot of grievances to vent, and Chu Xi's death is indeed inseparable from her.

But when the two got married, they wanted to live together sincerely, not for any inheritance.

Qiao Anhao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, she turned her head to look at Song Jiaer, because she knew the reason and also knew that they divorced for her.

As long as she opens her mouth to explain, Chu's mother will definitely believe it, and she will not treat her like this now.

As a result, Song Jiaer covered her stomach with her hands, and looked at her vigilantly, for fear that she would do something bad to her and the child.

Qiao Anhao felt uncomfortable. She chose to divorce for Song Jiaer, but she didn't say a word for her. Her heart was really cold.

"I don't care about inheritance at all. Does it matter how much money Chuxi has? No one wants Chuxi to survive more than me."

Qiao Anhao explained slowly, while tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, "I just came to see him for the last time, is this too much to ask?"

Seeing her crying, the reporters took pictures more vigorously. As long as the news is released, the number of views of their news will definitely increase a lot.

Song Jiaer pursed her lips, finally spoke, and said, "If you really regard him as a friend, don't make it so difficult for him to die, and don't let him go so uneasy."

"Your request is not too much. We just want him to go quietly. If you really think about him, please leave."

"After all, Auntie's mood is very unstable now, and she will never let you see Chuxi."

Song Jiaer clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She really hated Qiao An in her heart, but her rationality told her that it was not her fault.

Because she herself was the culprit.

Qiao An bowed her head and remained silent. She knew what she should do. Although she couldn't look at him for the last time, she would silently escort him.

Chu Xi, don't be so stupid in the next life, and think more about yourself.

She turned her head, her face and eyes became red and swollen.

The reporters surrounded her and took photos and asked questions.

"Miss Qiao, do you have anything to say about Mr. Chu Xi?"

"Miss Qiao, can you reveal a little bit about the grievances between you?"

"Whose hands will Chuxi's inheritance fall into?"

"Is Song Jiaer a third party involved in your marriage? Is the third party in power now?"

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The reporters' questions were buzzing like mosquitoes.

Qiao Anhao walked outside step by step as if she didn't hear it, but the reporters still didn't give up, holding the microphone to her mouth, as if you won't leave unless you tell me.

As soon as Fu Yanmo entered the door, he saw Qiao Anhao's appearance, and he immediately understood what happened.

"Fu Yanmo is here." I don't know who shouted, and the reporters all looked at the door, and it was indeed Fu Yanmo.

Qiao Anhao also took advantage of the moment when the reporters were in a daze, and suddenly ran outside.

Fu Yan Mo Xia also stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her hand, but in vain.

Qiao Anhao passed by him as if she didn't see him.

Today, she was wearing flat shoes for the convenience of movement, so it didn't affect her when she ran.

"Hello, Qiao An." Fu Yanmo lost his hand, and he subconsciously chased outside. He felt that she was in a bad mood, and he would not leave her alone.