Yunqiu's husband died, and he became the sole heir to billions of dollars in property.
On the day of the funeral, the widow, who had never been seen before, appeared in front of everyone for the first time.
The eyes of all the guests came to him and they couldn't look away.
He was holding the portrait and standing in front of the funeral. His black suit made his figure thin, his collar was plain with white flowers, his eyes were watery, but his lips were shockingly bright.
Everyone is sure that he is a delicate flower that cannot withstand the wind and rain, a piece of white porcelain that will break at the touch of a touch. Without the protection of her husband, she will be eaten alive sooner or later.
Sure enough, after the funeral, everything started to get out of control.
The unruly brother-in-law knocked on his door late at night, his breath burning: "Now that my brother is gone, I can do whatever I want."
The silent and restrained Zhu Ma forced him into the car, his knuckles turning white: "Tell me, where has he touched you?"
The extremely paranoid best friend of the deceased husband pinched his cheek with one hand, his eyes dark: "Whose mark is this on the neck...?"
The arrogant and vicious upstart in the industry rubbed the wet red eyes and said in a low voice: "Please, please... I will let you go."
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"Did I seduce you?
Have I ever said anything nice to you?
Didn't I ever tell you clearly that I don't love you?
And I can't love you either?"
Purpose: Widows, widowers and lonely people all have something to support them
