What else does he want?

Is it really true that he has nothing?

Yi Zhonghai felt a chill in his heart. Suddenly, the old woman in front of him was an eyesore.

Before.

He arranged for Jia Dongxu to support him in his old age. As for the price, it was nothing more than the house behind him and daily support. In terms of arrangement, this was the best investment. But what?

God does not follow human wishes.

Jia Dongxu is cold.

The rest of the Jia and Zhang family no longer recognize the original agreement.

Wear linen and wear filial piety.

Haha.

There is no one behind me.

At first.

The white-haired person gives the black-haired person a gift.

The one who cried the saddest was not Jia Zhang.

People are gone.

But she is still alive and well, and still begging for a living.

If not.

Why didn't Jia Zhang take out the coffin book? Jia Dongxu could have lived for a few more years, but it's a pity.

Disabled.

An eyesore.

After all, for some reason, Jia Zhang abandoned Jia Dongxu directly.

Hey.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the room in embarrassment.

People are still the same people.

But the heart is not cute at all, everyone has their own little calculation.

The remaining He Yuzhu.

His head is also a mess, and he has no idea what is good for him.

Provoke Wang Cuihua.

It's just that this woman is too ancient and shrewd to pay attention to an outsider like him.

Grandpa.

It’s just a slogan.

Maintain a semblance of harmony.

Hey.

"Yu Yu, why are you here?"

Yi Zhonghai was surprised when he suddenly saw He Yuzhu. This little girl hadn't been here for several months. Last time, He Yuzhu teased her.

Now?

He is just a stranger.

Sister.

It's a bit luxurious.

"Master, you are busy."

He Yuzhu didn't pay attention to Yi Zhonghai. She knew since she was a child that there was no beast in this room who didn't want to benefit from He Yuzhu.

What can I do?

Except after Qin Huairu’s success.

No one really succeeds.

Half way to collapse.

I’m talking about Yi Zhonghai.

So what if the abacus hits loudly?

It’s not the end, it’s all in vain.

"You kid."

Yi Zhonghai walked helplessly towards his house. He actually disliked He Yuyu from the bottom of his heart. Logically speaking, after this girl got married, there was no need to come back to fight for her.

But she just came back.

"Silly Zhu, I'm back." He Yuyu was knocking on the door.

The door suddenly opened.

He Yuyu was a little surprised when the stranger stood in the original house.

"Who are you?"

"New residents."

He Yuyu smiled flatteringly.

"Is this He Yuzhu's home?" He Yuzhu glanced at the house lightly, but there was nothing inside.

Hey.

"You are He Yuzhu's sister, right?"

He Yitong looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, who looked somewhat similar to the shoehorn-faced He Yuzhu.

"Hmm."

"That He Yuzhu sold the house. I am now the new landlord, and your brother is now living in Qin Huairu's house." He Yitong explained.

"What?"

He Yuyu never thought that He Yuzhu could do such a thing.

This?

"Silly Zhu, get out of here." He Yuyu said dissatisfiedly. She had lived in the house next to her for decades, but she sold the house without saying a word. Do you still take her seriously?<

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"Yu Yu, you are back."

He Yuzhu said happily.

I feel that He Yuyu may recover from his previous depression and reconcile with him again.

"Humph."

"Silly Zhu, you've got a lot of skills. This house has been sold, how can you be so comfortable working as a gang?" He Yuyu said sarcastically.

"This?"

"What are you talking about?"

He Yuzhu's face changed slightly.

Sarcasm.

Ridicule.

Anyone can do it, but not her.

Is this still my biological sister?

Um.

"You got it, didn't you?" He Yuyu asked.

"This is a misunderstanding."

He Yuzhu didn't know how to explain it, but now that the matter was a foregone conclusion, what else could he do.

"Woo."

He Yuyu looked at him helplessly.

I originally wanted to go home.

I wanted to see if I could stay there for a while. The main reason was that my partner’s home was too crowded, but now I still gave her a deep blow.
To be continued...