After being read, the fake daughter was spoiled in 90

Song Xiaoran stared into Wang Yumeng's eyes and said every word from the bottom of his heart: "Frankly speaking, I came to see you not because you are my friend. I don't like mistresses like you who destroy other people's families. I just don't want you to I feel sad because of you. You have died a hundred times, have you ever thought about other people's feelings?"

Wang Yumeng said blankly: "My parents are gone a long time ago. Now my brother hates me and Zijie doesn't want me. I have no relatives."

songs If you can't save your life, how regretful and sad will you be in this life?"

Xia Xianglu on the side grabbed Wang Yumeng's hand and said with red eyes: "Sister Yumeng, I won't hide it from you. My father is a bastard. He goes out to drink and make money every day and beats my mother when he comes home. In the end, my mother didn't think about it. Hang yourself as soon as you open it.

My brother and I left the village when we were very young, and no matter how hard it was, we would never go back... You can't be like my mother, who lives your whole life for a bastard and ends up dying cowardly, leaving a pair of children with no one to take care of you. "

Wang Yumeng was stunned after hearing this, and then he hugged Xia Xianglu and cried bitterly: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't know you were so miserable..."

Xia Xianglu also cried: "Sister, we all have to live well!"

Song Xiaoran had never heard that Xia Xianglu had such an experience. Her eyes were red and her nose felt sore. She pulled her mother, and the two turned around and exited the ward.

Song Xiaoran sobbed twice and threw herself into her mother's arms, where she felt more comfortable: "Mom, did I scold Wang Yumeng too harshly just now?"

Qin Xiang kissed his daughter's forehead: "Open it hard and scold her until she thinks about it."

Song Xiaoran looked back at the ward. Although Wang Yumeng's face was still pale, his eyes had regained some of their expression: "I think she is fine. Mom, let's go back."

Qin Xiang nodded gently and walked out of the hospital with his daughter in his arms.

……

When they returned to the company, Zhao Shaokang was waiting for Song Xiaoran.

"How is Wang Yumeng's situation?" Zhao Shaokang asked first.

Song Xiaoran thought for a while and said, "I think there should be no danger."

Zhao Shaokang nodded: "You won't succeed once you die. It will take determination and courage to die again."

Song Xiaoran was speechless after hearing this. Although Zhao Shaokang's words were too cold and cruel, they should indeed be so.

Zhao Shaokang changed his tone: "Tell me something happy. The money Wang Gensheng took away was recovered."

Song Xiaoran was actually a little surprised when he heard this: "Ah? When did it happen? Was the money recovered? Didn't Wang Gensheng catch it?"

She noticed that Zhao Shaokang only said that the money was recovered, not that both the people and the stolen goods were recovered.

Zhao Shaokang nodded: "We only found most of the money that Wang Gensheng took away. Just when you were going to the hospital, our friends from the police came to inform us..."

It turns out that Xia Xianglu’s plan to lure the snake out of its hole worked!

Since the announcement of the recycling of Ju Neng Bu at the original price, people have been coming to the door one after another in the past few days.

Except for a few random people, dozens of scattered Ju Neng supplements were collected. But just this morning, a young man pushed a flatbed truck and pulled in 20 boxes at a time.

After inspection by the staff, these turned out to be true. The staff did not show any abnormality and handled the return for him very readily, giving him twenty boxes of money.

As soon as the young man went out, he was spotted by the ambushed police, who followed him all the way to an old residential building.

When the police rushed up, several people in the room were happily sharing the money while calling the person who was recycling the money a fool...

"The police did not catch Wang Gensheng after a search, but they found the safe he hid in the bathroom. Even his younger brother didn't know he hid the money there. I heard there was 20 to tens of thousands in it."

Zhao Shaokang smiled and said, "This time we should be able to make up for most of our losses."

Song Xiaoran frowned: "I don't think that's so optimistic. Does Song Zijie know that the money has been found? In name, the money should be given to Song Zijie first, after all, it is his company's money."

Zhao Shaokang's smile gradually disappeared after hearing this: "You mean Song Zijie won't pay us back the money."

Song Xiaoran smiled coldly: "I have seen through my big brother now. You can't hold out hope for him at all. Let's wait until we contact him."
-

When Song Zijie heard that his uncle who came here specially said that the dirty money had been recovered, he was ecstatic, and all the bad luck caused by Wang Yumeng's incident was wiped away.

"That's a lot of 2.788 million!" Song Zijie said happily. His losses this time were all made up, and he even made a small profit.

In order to open this company, he asked an acquaintance in the bank for a loan of 200,000 yuan.

It took a lot of time to be coaxed by Wang Gensheng.

"This bastard reported to you that he sold a thousand boxes, but he actually sold more than two thousand boxes." Liu Changgui explained to Song Zijie why there was so much dirty money, "This amount is roughly the same as the amount recovered by Xiaoran and the others. That's right, except for some that Wang Gensheng took with him, most of them should be here."

Liu Changgui specifically mentioned Song Xiaoran, thinking that it would be more honorable to let Song Zijie bring up the matter of repaying the money himself.

However, Song Zijie refused to answer the question at all, and instead rubbed his hands excitedly: "This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. Sure enough, surviving a disaster will bring blessings. This time, I was lucky, and the company's start-up capital was available."

Liu Changgui frowned. The more he listened, the more wrong he became. Song Zijie had no intention of paying back the money:

"Zijie, do you think you should return this money to Xiaoran first? After all, they spent so much on your behalf. All this is not enough."

Song Zijie was stunned for a moment, as if he had not considered this issue at all, and then said with a troubled expression:

"Uncle, Xiaoran's money can be paid back later. Now is the time for me to use the money. Xiaoran is so rich now, she won't mind."

Liu Changgui's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly:

"I won't hide it from you, Zijie. Xiaoran and the others are raising money, and they will bid for the contract of the department store at the end of the month. Now is the time for them to spend money, so don't delay other people's affairs."

Song Zijie couldn't hide his unhappiness when he heard this: "Uncle, their business is their business, but my business is not?"

Liu Changgui became angry when he heard this and raised his voice: "Zijie, when people use money, you are willing to pay for it if something happens to you. Now that you have money, you should pay it back immediately."

Song Zijie had never seen Liu Changgui speak so loudly to him before, and he was frightened for a moment: "Okay, uncle. I didn't think well..."