My Youth Began With Him

"Mom, I don't go back. I don't have any relationship with the family except Hu. I don't like that person."

For his biological father, Huo Zhenghai, one of the top ten richest people in the city, has only full hatred in his heart.

The man did not care about their mother and daughter these years, and the money was not given, just like the death.

When the uncle’s funeral was unveiled, he did not come. It is said that Uncle King had given him a driver for ten years.

A man who is so impersonal, he is not worthy of being his father.

"Go back, I heard that your grandmother passed away." Yang Meirong's tone was a little sad.

If there is another person in the Huo family, it is the old lady of Huojia.

It was an old lady who believed in Buddhism. She had not lived in Huo for many years and had been eating Buddha in a temple in the south.

Huo Mian once saw it once. Grandma took the driver to see her, bought her beautiful clothes and gave back the money.

However, the mother seems to have no need, it should be a matter of ten years ago, at that time, Huo Mian was only a teenager.

When I heard the death of my grandmother, Huo Mian’s heart twitched, and the feeling was not very comfortable.

"Go, don't worry about others, your grandmother is good to you, I have seen you before, so you can send her 10%."

"Okay, I know." Hesitated for a moment, and Huo Mian finally nodded.

Going to the closet, I wanted to find a black dress to go to the funeral. I suddenly thought that I had moved, and those things didn’t come. Now I’m wearing it, except for the white coat at work, this white T-shirt jeans. It is.

I opened the closet door and then I was shocked by the clothes in the cabinet...

There are dozens of clothes, all new, labels are in place, each is a luxury brand, each one is more than four digits.

Dresses, jeans, T-shirts, knitwear, coats, dresses, shawls, everything...

LV, Chanel, Versace, DG, Dior, Gucci, Prada, Warren Tianlun have everything...

Is this the rhythm of moving the store?

Huo Mian randomly picked up a sign and looked at the size, both S numbers, which is exactly the size she can wear.

Are these all prepared by Qin Chu?

But why didn't he ever tell her? This guy……

After the shock, Huo Mian selected a black dress from the closet and put it on, which was particularly beautiful.

I went out to the taxi and went to the Xijiao Huojia villa area in forty minutes.

Far away, I saw a lot of black cars parked outside the door. It seems that they are all mourning...

Huo Jin slowly walked in...

"Sorry, please show your invitation." The security guard at the door stopped Huo Mian.

Huo Mian has never been to this house, so the security guard does not know her.

"I am going to give my grandmother..." Huo Mian’s words have not been finished.

I saw a black Maserati stopping by her side and then the window rolled down.

Huo Siqian said to the security guard, "Quick release, this is my sister."

"Yes, Grand Master."

The security guard opened the door, and Huo Mian went straight in...

After stopping the car, Huo Siqian chased him up. "I didn't expect you to come. I thought you didn't bother to enter this door."

"Into this home is naturally disdain, I just want to send Grandma the last leg, has nothing to do with other people." Huo Mian cold mouth.

"Small sleep, you are very beautiful today." After that, Huo Siqian waited for Huo Mian to open his mouth and walked toward the hall.

"Nervous disease."

Huo Mian looked at his back and shouted. What day is it, the day of mourning, is it a time to praise people?

Huo Mian always felt that Huo Siqian was an abnormal person. Although he is very married, he is also very popular in this family.

Huo Mian also walked toward the hall, where the Huo family was...

Grandma Jiang Hong, two ladies Shen Jiani, Huo Wei, Huo Shiyi are all present.

In the middle is Huo Zhenghai, her biological father who has not met for many years.

"This is...?" Huo Zhenghai looked at Huo Mian, and he couldn't quite recognize it.

"Dad, this is Huo Mian." Huo Siqian said.

After listening to Huo Zhenghai, it’s obviously a little...

The phone was played by Yang Meirong, and he asked Huo Mian to come back, but he really didn't know that the child was so big.

After hearing that it was Huo Mian, everyone looked over here, and Huo Mian just stood quietly. There is no trace of ripples on his face.