"Do you know how Su Zhuo died? He was not killed by me, it was you, you thought you thought, it was the building where you pushed your son yourself !!!"

Su Qinghe's complexion changed, and the face full of wrinkles became pale instantly. At this moment, the old man seemed to be in a state of "illness", his lips were white, and his whole body trembled.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes stared at the man in front of him angrily, trembling the sound of the sound:

"You nonsense."

"Am I nonsense?" [[

Xue Zili did not smile and laughed, and approached, attached to his ear, a word slowly:

"I am a pushing hand, you are the mastermind, why did Su Zhuo choose to jump from there, and why he chose to be light, Su Qinghe, you can't guess, he is your son, you have a big son in one hand,

What did he think, how could you not know? "

He took two steps back, watched the older face's blue and white face, cracked his mouth and smiled, and stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder, pretending that he learned someone soft and kindly to learn someone's voice:

"Dad, I just ask you once, you let go to help me, three million, you borrow me three million for funds ..."

That tone and even that expression, the man imitated the wonderfulness, Su Qinghe stepped back, widened and looked at the man in front of him.

The picture of more than ten years ago suddenly appeared clearly in front of him. In the last meeting, Su Zhuo pleaded with the face. It was the first time that his father and son had a stiffness, and for the first time, it was the lowest to minimize his posture.

But ... he was still tough at that time. He saw his plea, but did not see his compromise, so he did not let him like it, but just threw off his hand coldly and said:

"Both your own way, then don't rely on anyone, swallow your own bitter water."

What kind of chills and despair should be Su Zhuo at that time, it is not necessary to come to him, but what he said and what did he do?

Su Qinghe didn't dare to think about it, sitting on the edge of the bed, the heart contracted quickly, and the irregularity quickly beating, the throat seemed to be strangled around his neck, and even his breathing became rapid.

Xue Zixi looked at his painful look, but laughed even more cold and fascinated, and it took a heavier supplement:

"Su Qinghe, without your acquiescence, I dare to do so unscrupulous that year?

You are just using me, but people are dead, you have found a good scapegoat, so that your only conscience can be comforted,

If you do n’t blame my sin to my head, how do you face Su Jinran and face Su Zhuo ’s orphans and widows !!!”

The blame tone, the righteousness of the original cultivation was shown in front of the two. The old man's back was even more stingy, and he was even more old.

Because Xue Zili said it was not wrong, he was so defeated. The man did things hard and spicy, and he knew how to seize the soft place of people and rubbed it.

If it was before, how could Su Qinghe be knocked down by him?
Chapter completed!