The president’s wife’s vest is crazy

Phoenix Hall.

There was a groan in the room, and it gradually became quiet.

Fang Yunyao's cheeks had not yet faded away from the flushing. She clutched the quilt tightly with her fingers and gasped, "Who are you?"

She stayed here for three days, and every day this man would play with her in different ways, never saying a word, and today he stayed the longest.

"Didn't your mother tell you about a person named Yu Chang'an?"

Yu Changan got off Fang Yunyao, grabbed a pack of cigarettes on the table, took out one, and lit it.

"Yu Changan?"

Fang Yunyao sounded familiar, and memories from high school suddenly popped into her head.

"Are you Yu Zi's father?"

She and Yu Zi used to be best friends and had been to Yu's house several times. At that time, Yu Changan was very amiable, but he was definitely not like this.

"That's right, the last time I saw you, you were still an underage girl, but you have become a grown-up girl in a blink of an eye." Yu Changan smiled lewdly and stretched out his hand to scratch Fang Yunyao's immature face.

"You gave me two billion? Why did you save me? What is your relationship with my mother?"

Yu Changan held the cigarette between his rough fingers, exhaled white smoke from his plump lips, and chuckled, "I said I am very interested in you, and as long as you obey, I will give you more than two billion.

Isn't it better to follow me than to follow that bastard Zhou Bingyan? Your mother and I have been old friends for many years. We haven't seen each other for so many years. She may have forgotten me. "

Fang Yunyao grabbed the clothes at the foot of the bed and put them on hastily, turned around and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"You accept me as your godfather." Yu Changan flicked the cigarette ashes with his fingers and smiled, "You have always been ignored in the Shen family. Shen Qinghe is gone. You still have a younger sister. The position of the eldest lady of the Shen family It's still not your turn, if you can get into the Yu family, how can they not think highly of you?"

Fang Yunyao bit her lip and said, "But, my mother..."

"Don't worry." Yu Changan took a long puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, put his arms around Fang Yunyao's fair shoulders and gradually moved downwards, and kissed Fang Yunyao's neck roughly with his old lips.

"Leave it to me as your mother. From now on, you will be my little wife. I will give you whatever you want..."

Fang Yunyao was immersed in Yu Changan's caress.

Jingle Bell……

The sudden ringing of the phone startled her.

Yu Changan became even more excited and did not stop.

"Hey, Mom." Fang Yunyao's voice trembled slightly.

Hua Chunmei said with a cheerful tone, "Yun Yao, how are the arrangements for tomorrow's press conference and mourning hall going?"

"We've all been contacted, Mom. Tomorrow we just need to announce the news of Shen Qinghe's death to the public, and then properly liquidate her inheritance."

"Okay, good job." Hua Chunmei was indescribably happy, but then she became confused again, "I don't know where your uncle is, and I can't get through on the phone."

Fang Yunyao's cheeks were flushed and she bit her lips, seemingly enduring to the extreme.

"By the way, Yunyao, Shen Qinghe is dead, but the Yu family's backer cannot be let go. You have to have a good relationship with Yu Zi. The Shen family depends on you."

Hua Chunmei was shaken when she thought of that person.

If it hadn't been for that incident, she and that person might have come to an end.

"it is good."

Fang Yunyao hurriedly hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Yu Changan away, and frowned dissatisfied, "It's been three days, I should go back."

"This is one million, you can just swipe it without a password."

Yu Changan threw down a card, Fang Yunyao glanced at it, accepted the money and left.

She needed money to clear up the relationship, get close to Zhou Bingyan as soon as possible, give birth to his child, and become the young mistress of the Zhou family instead of the old man's lover.

The next morning.

The Shen family held a press conference and held a funeral that became headlines in Beijing, and the whole process was broadcast live.

The funeral was attended by almost half of Beijing's wealthy families.

It's not because the Shen family came back to life again, but because most people came here for Shen Qinghe's sake.

The Shen family stood aside to receive the guests with sad faces.

"It's a pity that Miss Shen is so young."

"Who says it isn't? It was still alive last week, but it will be gone this week."

"I heard that Shen Qinghe's body has not yet been identified, so why is there a funeral?"

"Who knows? I heard that the Shen family found a lawyer to get Miss Shen's inheritance, which is said to be hundreds of millions."

"It's too ugly to look at. I'm taking my daughter's inheritance. Are these my biological parents?"

"..."

All the guests' comments reached the ears of the old lady of the Shen family. She lowered her eyelids to hide her mean look, covered her face with a dead face and cried bitterly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Qinghe, you are young, a white-haired person gives a black-haired person..."

Mrs. Shen collapsed on the ground crying.

"Mr. Shen is here!"

The reporters' cameras were focused on Shen An, who had just arrived.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Shen An lost a lot of weight, looked sickly, with gray hair, and appeared at the door in a wheelchair.

"Mr. Shen, have Shen Qinghe's identification results come out? We have not received such news."

Shen An said feebly, "Ahem, the car exploded twice, and Qinghe's body is gone. I think she is gone. It would be better to be buried as soon as possible."

"Mr. Shen, has the murderer been caught?" the reporter asked again.

Shen An gasped and waved his hand, "No, the police are still investigating."

"Mr. Shen, I heard that the Shen family has hired a lawyer to liquidate Miss Shen's inheritance. Is it true?" The female reporter asked a sharp question.

Seeing this, Fang Yunyao quickly stepped forward and pushed Shen An inside, "I'm sorry, my father is in poor health and it is not convenient for him to be interviewed for a long time."

A large number of bodyguards blocked reporters from the door.

"What inheritance?" Shen An was confused.

He had just woken up when he heard that the Shen family was holding a funeral, so he rushed over with all his strength, not knowing what the mother and daughter were doing.

"Dad, it's nothing. Grandma is waiting for you to come over." Fang Yunyao hesitated.

Shen An's hair was half white, and he was horribly old. He bent down to help the old lady on the ground, and his eyes were filled with blood.

"Son, old lady, I am sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

Mrs. Shen cried so hard that she really felt sorry for her granddaughter.

All the guests were present, and many people sighed for Shen Qinghe.

"Miss Shen is the best dancer. It is a pity that she is so young."

The young woman presented white chrysanthemums with a heavy look on her face.

"My condolences to Mr. Shen. Miss Shen's embroidery skills are unparalleled. Unexpectedly, she left before she could show the lost dragon pattern needle to the public."

Nie Rongzhen felt so regretful that he kept crying with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, I was still waiting for Miss Shen to help me identify the treasure again, but I didn't expect..." Luo Yaoren shook his head, feeling regretful.

"The secret knowledge has been lost, lost...", the old man sighed.

Fang Yunyao looked at Shen Qinghe's portrait, with sparks of jealousy still in her eyes.

I didn’t expect that after she died, there would be so many people singing her praises.

Shen Qinghe, it won’t be long before everyone in Beijing will forget you.

She comforted herself like this.

"My condolences, Mrs. Shen," Yu Changan, dressed in a suit, held two white chrysanthemums in his hand and placed them in front of Shen Qinghe's photo.

Fang Yunyao lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.

"you……"

Hua Chunmei stared in disbelief.

After so many years of not seeing each other, he has not changed at all.

"Mrs. Shen, my condolences." Yu Changan pretended to hold Hua Chunmei's hand to comfort her.

Hua Chunmei was afraid that others would see something, so she took out her hand and nodded.

"Mom, it's almost time." Fang Yunyao was a little anxious.

Shen Qinghe has so many identities, and one painting costs tens of millions. He should have a lot of savings, which can just be used to make up for the vacancies in the Shen family, and she can also make some money.

"Journalists, please come in." Hua Chunmei wiped away tears.

Reporters came rushing in, surrounded by microphones.

"Mrs. Shen, how should I deal with Miss Shen's inheritance?"

The reporter and Hua Chunmei looked at each other and asked questions.

"Qinghe is gone. We are her only relatives. I plan to respect Qinghe's last wish and leave her inheritance to us for safekeeping."

Everyone looked at each other with indescribable expressions.