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Chapter 687

Zhuo Yue took two steps forward and comforted Yu Fengjiao with tears in her eyes, "From now on, my children will be your children. In the future, let me and Ashu's children take care of you in your old age."

Shen Liushu looked at Zhuo Yue with a pair of sharp and cold eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"

"Me and your child."

Zhuo Yue blinked her big watery eyes, looked at Shen Liushu, and touched her belly, "Ah Shu, I really have yours."

Shen Liushu was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at her belly.

He asked in disbelief, "You have it?!"

"Yeah!" Zhuo Yue nodded, unable to hide the corners of her lips, and then thought that it seemed inappropriate to laugh in such an occasion, so she quickly held back.

Shen Liushu was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Zhuo Yue would actually become pregnant.

When he thought he was going to die...

Yu Fengjiao had already struggled out of her grief. She avoided Shen Liushu's hand and his embrace and said in a calm, cold voice: "Take your woman and child and get out."

Looking at Yu Fengjiao's cold face still stained with tears, Shen Liushu panicked.

"Gillian, don't be angry. I really didn't know she was pregnant with my child. I really want to reconcile with you..."

Old Mrs. Yu couldn't stand listening anymore, and she pointed at Shen Liushu and yelled, "Can you live in peace? Your son is dead! Are you still coming to disgust us at this time? How have we, the Yu family, ever failed you? Ah! ?”

She was so angry that she fainted, and the scene became chaotic.

Mr. Yu was so angry that his face was livid, and he didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not. He shouted: "Kick them away! Get them out! Don't pollute my Yu family's cemetery here!"

Nan Song pinched the old lady and massaged several acupuncture points on her back to wake her up.

The medical staff who had been on standby for a long time quickly carried the old lady onto a stretcher and examined her body.

The bodyguard stepped forward to drag Shen Liushu, Zhuo Yue and Zhuo Xuan away, but Zhuo Yue waved and slapped the bodyguard, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands! Do you want to beat a pregnant woman? Do you believe I will call the police?"

Shen Liushu looked very ugly and said to Zhuo Yue: "That's enough! Isn't it embarrassing enough? Get out of here quickly!"

Zhuo Yue was asked to leave, but he had no intention of leaving.

"If you don't leave, I won't leave either."

Zhuo Yue had a stubborn look on her face and said to Yu Fengjiao: "Sister Jiao, what I just said is sincere. You only have a son, A Jin. If he leaves like this, won't you be deprived of any future? I am willing to hand over my child to you. keep."

Yu Fengjiao's face was expressionless, and she didn't bother to pay attention to her, just thinking that she was farting.

However, as soon as Zhuo Yue finished speaking, she was slapped hard on the face.

The strength was just right, it was absolutely painful, but it didn't make her body shake.

Zhuo Yue was so slapped that her eyes were filled with stars, and her face was in burning pain. She covered her face and stared at Nan Song, "You dare to hit me?"

Nan Song looked at her with cold eyes, "I hit you because you are really too mean."

Zhuo Yue waited patiently for Nan Song, "Do you believe me or not..."

"Sue me?"

Nan Song sneered disdainfully, "Just sue, I'll accompany you."

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the cold rain fell again.

The reporter turned the camera around and filmed this violent scene. Unfortunately, Nan Song's face was blocked by an umbrella, so he couldn't take the picture.

Under the cool rain curtain, I could only hear her saying in a light and domineering voice:

"Yu Jinwen is gone, but I am still alive. As long as I am here, you can never bully the Yu family. Aunt Yu has no queen, and I will be her queen. From now on, I, as the daughter, will provide for her until she retires."
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