She looked at Lei Changhao with a solemn expression, and for the first time felt that he was not as hateful as she imagined, and a warm feeling grew in her heart.

Du Congrong cried without tears at the check with the amount of 500,000 written on it. 500,000 may not be enough to buy the designer diamond ring on her hand. But she couldn't lose her temper at Lei Changhao, so she had to sprinkle her anger on Guan Xuyao.

"I've made it impossible for you housekeepers to be human inside and out, and now your daughter's wings are stiff, and she doesn't even care if we live or die. Okay, she doesn't care, I don't care, I'll pack my bags and go back to my parents' house tomorrow!"

Guan Xuyao raised his head in surprise, and the corners of his mouth were crooked downward, revealing deep wrinkles on both sides.

Du Congrong threw the check on him, turned around and left in a huff.

Guan Xuyao did not follow Du Congrong, but came to her.

"Daddy ......" faced her father, she still couldn't bear it after all, she believed that her father would become like this because he was instigated by Du Congrong.

However, two clusters of raging flames ignited in Guan Xuyao's eyes, and he waved his arm to her face, which was a slap in the face.

"I shouldn't have raised you in the first place, but now you will take revenge and treat your father like this! Well, as your aunt said, now that you have hard wings and can spread your wings and fly high, you can abandon your family. Good, good. I don't care if Xu Yao never gave birth to your daughter!" The check on his body fell to the ground fluttering, and he stepped on the check and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Daddy......" Tears rolled down her pale cheeks, drop by drop, and at this moment she was burned in all her intestines, and it was difficult to describe her heartbreak with pen and ink. She lost her sister and now her only loved one.

Lei Changhao hugged her, and he stared at Guan Xuyao who disappeared at the door without saying a word.

After returning from the funeral, she didn't say a word, and her body that had just recovered from a serious illness was even more thin in Lei Changhao's opinion. Lei Changhao didn't understand when he cared about her so much.

He was watching TV in the living room downstairs, but he didn't pay any attention to what was going on on the TV. He cared about her alone in her room.

Feng's mother came down from upstairs, holding the meal that was still untouched.

"Didn't eat a bite?" his tone was full of anxiety and concern.

Feng Ma shook her head.

"Did she say anything?" he asked hurriedly.

Mama Feng looked at him a little surprised and shook her head again.

"So what is she doing in the room?"

Mother Feng finally couldn't help but ask curiously: "Young Master, you have always been indifferent to the affairs of the young grandmother, why did you suddenly ......?"

The faint light under his eyes flickered: "Mother Feng, are you unwilling to tell me?"

"Young master, young grandmother has been sitting by the windowsill, and I don't know what she's looking at. When I approached her, I noticed that she was still in tears. Feng Ma said truthfully.

"It's been a day, and she hasn't said a word or eaten a word since she came back from the funeral......," he muttered to himself, a little wistful, his hands in the pockets of his suit looking overwhelmed. Maybe he was too strict with his family, and if he had given his father 10 million easily, then she would not be so sad.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you. Are you sympathetic to the housekeeper? Don't you forget that they regarded you as a cash cow at the beginning? Miss Guan disappeared, and they all worked together to stuff Miss Guan Er to you, have you forgotten all this?" Therefore, although Feng Ma sometimes loves to rely on the old and sell the old, she is really a good person to him.

He scratched his scalp, and whenever he touched the softest part of his heart, there was always someone or another self hidden in his body who couldn't help but jump out to refute. Yes, Guan Moxin was just a tool he used to take revenge on the housekeeper, and now that Moxiang is dead, and this tool has been completely abandoned by the housekeeper's people, shouldn't he be happy in the first place?

Seeing his thoughtful appearance, Mama Feng waited for the opportunity to say: "Young master, I know that young grandma is born with a pitiful appearance, don't say it's you men, even I, an old woman, are sometimes confused by her appearance." But you can't forget that she's a housekeeper. ”

"Mother Feng, don't say it anymore, I have my own measure. He couldn't listen anymore, and there was only one thought in his head, and that was to get out of the villa quickly. If he continued to stay in this villa, not only would Feng's mother's chatter annoy him, but he was even more afraid that he would pay attention to Guan Moxin from time to time, and he couldn't help but inquire about her. Instead of this, it is better to go back to Lei's to deal with the work matter.

Thinking of this, he got up and picked up his blazer from the sofa, put it on quickly, turned back to Feng's mother and said, "I'm going to the company now, and I won't come back for dinner at night." ”

Seeing that he had regained his former spirit, Mama Feng hurriedly said happily, "Yes, young master." ”

"That's right. When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly instructed Feng's mother, "Don't forget to deliver food at night." ”

"Got it, young master. As soon as Mama Feng heard his words, her face immediately sank again.

Lei Changhao walked out with confidence, he knew that Feng Ma was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and she didn't like Guan Moxin, but also because she had been played with by Guan Moxiang. Walking to the door, the sky was blue, his eyes became dim again, and Guan Moxiang was out of the funeral. She used to be the woman he loved the most, why should she say it was. He fell into deep thought, he felt that he didn't seem to love Mo Xiang as much as before, yes, when Mo Xiang disappeared, he did hate her very much, probably because of love into hate, but so far he can neither hate Mo Xiang, let alone love. Time is such a wonderful thing.

Knowing Guan Moxiang's death, it has evolved from initial shock to a faint sadness now. He really doubted that he had really loved Guan Moxiang deeply, as he had thought before.

He thought wildly, walked to the door of the garage, and just as he took the key out of his trouser pocket, he was shocked to find the delivery shell he had seen that day in the trash can next to the garage. How can you forget such an important thing? He tapped his head in annoyance, what kind of mystery was in the courier. He straightened up, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the second floor, just in time to see her standing on the windowsill on the second floor, her eyes staring at a certain point in the air, that desperate and sad look.