Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  The incident about the Maine Maternity Hospital was mentioned again. The media changed their words overnight. No one believed that Mrs. Lu Shao was fake! Because she is about to make up the wedding with Shao Lu, Lao Li was also invited at the wedding!

Lao Li was unable to explain his identity. However, the son of Marshal Li, General Li’s wife gave a message when attending the upper-level banquet, saying that the old man was happy and was about to hold his great-grandson. Mrs. Li also mentioned Mrs. Lu Shao’s. The individual details of the wedding have all been reported by the media recently.

  The wind direction changed too fast, even if she deliberately wanted to ask her friends in the circle to help, the media would not dare to label Mrs. Lu Shao again.

  There are already three media outlets who have hacked Mrs. Lu Shao, and silently disappeared from this circle. Where can they dare to come forward? Money is important, but it also has to be spent! You know, the editor-in-chief of one family died of a heart attack inexplicably!

  Never heard of a history of heart disease before.

  A big family like the Han family cannot protect themselves, let alone these little people?

  Ms. Han knew no matter how stupid she was, she had a pair of big hands in secret, which firmly pinched the Han family's life gate.

  For her, the biggest fate is her son Han Dongyan.

   "What do you want? Is your boss still unsatisfied? Why do you want to kill all?" Madam Han turned her head, staring at Peng Yichuan with sharp eyes like a knife.

  "My boss?" Peng Yichuan had a strange expression. "To this day, Mrs. Han still thinks my boss is the one from the Lu family?"

  Ms. Han's face changed drastically, and she suddenly stood up from the sofa. "What do you mean?"

  Not the Lu family? What does it mean to be not the Lu family!

   "Who are you? Who are you from?" Han Zhenglin's heart was chilled, besides the Lu family who created the world, who else could harm the Han family?

  Peng Yichuan’s mouth turned up, and there was a touch of sympathy in his eyes. It was ridiculous. Should he be too sad when he died and was still stuck in it? Or sit on a well and watch the sky without knowing how high the sky is?

  Obviously, I can't afford to provoke, but I want to die.

  However, he was not so kind to explain to them, so let's think slowly with despair.

  Peng Yichuan turned to leave, Madam Han chased him. "You stop! Who is your master?"

   "How is he willing to let Dongyan go?" Han Zhenglin said weakly and sat down in the swivel chair after he finished speaking.

  He knew that Peng Yichuan was waiting for this sentence, but he had to ask! Tohiko is his son, so he can't ignore it.

   Seventeen years! After being released 17 years later, the Han family was completely finished, and this son was completely ruined.

  Peng Yichuan’s black leather boots stood still, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a wave of his hand. The assistant beside him immediately trot to Han Zhenglin’s table and pushed the contract in his hand.

  Share transfer contract.

  Han’s last 30% of the shares, as long as this paper contract is signed, the Han Group will be renamed.

  Ms. Han's face was pale, she wanted to say nothing, and finally only sullenly said: "How long can Dongyan come out?"

   "If the victim comes forward for it, it is impossible to say that it will be less than seven or eight years." Peng Yichuan said indifferently.

   "You--! Ten years to come? You are deceiving too much!" Madam Han can't stand it no matter how well-trained it is. The transfer of 30% of the shares is equivalent to giving away for nothing!

  What a lion's mouth!

   "Heh." Peng Yichuan smiled politely. Facing Mrs. Han's angrily spitting, he put on a white handkerchief in a well-trained manner, and wiped off the sprayed saliva. "Mrs. Han, it is not a low crime to teach children and murder people. The scandal revealed by the US due to maternity. I heard that it involves the resale of babies and maternity afterbirths. It is not a problem that you may not be sentenced to another hundred and eighty years."