No matter how angry Wang Xia was and how she fought against Wang Mingda, she could not change his decision, and Wang Xia could only watch as her mother's life-long efforts fell into the hands of her enemies.

From then on, I no longer had a father, or in fact, from that scene in the living room, I thought he was dead in my heart. So over the years, I have been the eldest lady of the Mingda Group to the outside world, but in reality

I started boarding when I was in high school, and I was also in school when I was in college.

After graduation, I bought my current apartment and started my single career. After my mother died, I never went back to live in that home for a day. Even during the New Year and holidays, when we had to have a family reunion, in order to perfunctory Wang Mingda,

The most I can do is go back for a meal. Wang Xia said indifferently.

It was precisely because of her hostility that Wang Mingda became increasingly impatient with her. The trace of guilt he had felt completely disappeared. All his thoughts were focused on He Meiqing and his son.

Can I not hate him or them? All this should belong to my mother. They took it all away, so I will take it back. Wang Xia already hates her to the extreme. But Fang Zhiqiang can completely understand her

, after all, for her, her mother is her spiritual idol, the person she loves most in the world, and the support of her thoughts. And Wang Xia's mother is indeed pitiful.

It's just that the family's grudges have turned into a struggle, and currently it seems that Wang Xia has lost.

I have been thinking about how to get Mingda back, so you see me as an ambitious woman. Wang Mingda doesn't want me to participate in these things. Then I will use my own abilities to tell him that I can do it.

Okay, I can enter Sammy by myself. My mother was able to build it up bit by bit back then.

Sammi, I just want to be like her, starting from the simplest and lowest level, working my way up little by little, walking in front of him and everyone else, and getting this position; so I want to enter the Mingda headquarters, and I want to become the real Mingda

The controller, take back everything that belongs to my mother.

But, in the end, I worked so hard and put in so much, but in the end I failed miserably. Wang Xia sobbed, what I fear most is losing Sammy, which belongs to my mother... I can't lose to that bitch. How can I be sorry?

My mother...

Wang Xia. Fang Zhiqiang also felt sad after hearing this. His mother had died of illness several years ago. To put it bluntly, it was because of his failure that her illness worsened and she died. At this moment, Wang Xia's twists and turns in life reminded him of himself.

His mother, thinking of her old age in the mountains, still cares about him all the time.

Father. Fang Zhiqiang’s nose felt a little sour for a while: Your mother worked so hard back then, she must have wanted you to have a happy and beautiful future. She must not have wanted Sammi and Mingda to be a burden to you. If she sees you like this

Sad and painful, her soul in heaven can hardly find peace.

But all this time, the meaning of supporting my life is to avenge my mother and take back everything for her. If I give up, I really don’t know what else I can do. Wang Xia said with tears. She has already laid the foundation in front of her.

There were several empty bottles, which she drank from.

It's not that I want you to give up. Fang Zhiqiang considered his words, but I think the current situation is too unfavorable for you, and your emotions will be disturbed, and there is no way to make a correct judgment. So I think you should stop first.

, take a rest and think about what to do and what to do when you really calm down. He added: I will be with you, don't worry.

This sentence is what Fang Zhiqiang said from the bottom of his heart. Although it is impossible for him to go back to Senmei to help Wang Xia regain her strength, it is absolutely impossible for him to watch Wang Xia in trouble and ignore it. He really can't do such a thing.

come out.

As for tonight, let's vomit out all the unhappy things about you first. Make yourself feel better and don't think about anything else. Fang Zhiqiang said, passing another bottle of wine to Wang Xia and taking it himself.

Pick up a bottle.

This night, Fang Zhiqiang could be said to be very conscientious in accompanying Wang Xia, drinking with her, listening to her talk about his experiences over the years, and then he himself also told Wang Xia a lot about how he took care of his mother when she was a child.

He accompanied him. After talking about it later, Fang Zhiqiang even shed tears. He didn't know whether it was for Wang Xia, for his own experience, or for the mother he would never see again in this life.

After that night, neither of them knew how much they drank. Wang Xia's drinking capacity was okay, but she drank a lot, a lot. Plus, she was already full of worries, and she hadn't eaten or rested well in the past few days.

Okay, so I was completely drunk in the end. Although Fang Zhiqiang had a good drinking capacity, he couldn't hold it back. He had already drank more than a dozen glasses of mixed wine at the beginning. Later, he drank so much beer with Wang Xia that he finally became drunk.

Already.

In the end, they didn't know how they got out of the bar or how they got home. They were all drunk like drunkards, and the car couldn't be driven, so they just left it there.

The next morning, when Fang Zhiqiang woke up in a daze, he still felt severe pain in his head, as if someone was stirring it with a stick, and his stomach felt uncomfortable.

Fang Zhiqiang was not completely awake at this time. He only smelled a warm aroma at the end of his nose. It was familiar and yet distant, but he was suffering from a severe headache and could not remember what was going on.

At the same time, he also felt very warm and full in his arms, as if a beautiful body was in his arms, and sometimes it would move unconsciously. Fang Zhiqiang could even feel the touch of the silky skin and the close contact with his body.

The faint body temperature and the slightly familiar aroma that came together made Fang Zhiqiang react instinctively.

Damn it! I drank too much again, and I actually had an erotic dream. Damn it, I had to settle the score with her when I saw her later, for causing me to drink so much again. Fang Zhiqiang thought he was still dreaming, and the discomfort of the hangover made him curse.

One sentence.

But then, Fang Zhiqiang told the truth and sobered up completely.

Because his hands unconsciously touched another body, the body curled up in his arms. It was not a dream or an illusion, but he actually touched it. The smooth skin and soft head still exuded a faint fragrance.

As his fingers moved around, he understood instinctively and let out a sweet gasp.

It was this voice that made Fang Zhiqiang wake up completely. Not only did he wake up, he was also completely confused.
Chapter completed!