You Are My Rare Passion

Looking at this foolish woman, Mr. Xiang didn't even have the strength to get angry.

He just felt that this woman was hateful and pitiful.

"I have a grandson, and my grandson is a thousand times better than Xiang Jie." Thinking of poor Ling Yue, Mr. Xiang's heart throbbed again. "In the future, the Xiang family will belong to my grandson... As for Xiang Jie Chao, when he dies, I will have his ashes given to you."

"No! No!" Gao Qiaolan shook her head vigorously, and rushed towards Mr. Xiang in horror: "You can't hurt my son! How could you be so cruel? You raised him for more than forty years, and he called you father for more than forty years. How could you harm him?"

Her hands and feet were bound, and the moment she moved, she fell to the ground, and could only wriggle towards Mr. Xiang like a big worm.

"It's not just him," Mr. Xiang looked at her coldly: "You traded your son for my daughter, causing my wife to die without ever seeing her biological daughter, and causing my grandson to live outside and suffer so much. I will not kill you, but you will spend the rest of your life in prison! And your two daughters and another son, as long as they make mistakes, I will let them all go to prison with you! "

"No! No!" Gao Qiaolan shook her head in horror and screamed, "You can't do this, you can't!"

"We can!" Gu Junzhu likes this kind of happy thing of revenge for wrong and revenge, "I checked, your eldest daughter and eldest son, relying on Xu Yanlai, a rich and powerful sister, is no less Do bad things, the evidence in my hand can send them to prison at any time, don't worry, your family will be reunited in prison soon!"

"Oh, that's right," he suddenly thought of something, and snapped his fingers happily, "Xu Yanlai probably won't be able to reunite with you in prison. For the sake of a one-year adoptive mother, when she executes the sentence, I can send you to watch the sentence!"

"No! Don't!" Gao Xiulan cried heart-rendingly, shaking her head desperately, "Please, let my children go, I did it, I did it! I just don't want to watch my son die, yes I was wrong! I know I was wrong, please, please spare my children!"

Gao Xiulan was scared out of her wits. Everything Gu Junzhu described was scarier to her than the end of the world.

With Xiang Jiechao, she has two sons and two daughters.

The man who was prettier than the one in the painting opened his mouth and said that he would send all her sons and daughters to prison, and let her youngest daughter be shot.

Isn't this going to ruin her family?

She wriggled desperately towards Mr. Xiang, struggled to kneel down, and kowtowed vigorously to Mr. Xiang: "I beg you, please! Please be merciful and spare my children! I don't want to harm your daughter either." , I just want my son to live! I beg you to have pity on me..."

"Why don't you pity my wife?" Mr. Xiang's eyes were red, and every word he bit out between his teeth was stained with blood from his heart: "My wife almost lost her life to give birth to our daughter. You take advantage of her In a coma, she took away the child she had worked so hard for. She knows that she can't rest in peace even if she dies! You wait, I will make you regret it, and I will make you feel sorry for the misery of my wife, my daughter, and my grandson. , pay the worst price!"