When Xiao Yixuan came out of the funeral, it was pouring rain in the sky, Xiao was still holding Xiao Yixuan's portrait, and Wu Jingjie walked side by side with her, holding an umbrella for her. The few groups of people soon arrived at the cemetery selected by Wu Jingjie for Xiao Yixuan, and under the instructions of the pastor, Xiao Yixuan's ashes were buried as the mourning music sounded.

On the black tombstone, there is a photo of Xiao Yixuan before her death, which Xiao still looked for for a long time to find such a photo with a smile. In front of the tombstone, white chrysanthemums were lined up, Xiao was still kneeling on the ground, she didn't let Wu Jingjie hold an umbrella for her, and let the cold rain fall on her.

Rain mixed with tears fell on the paved mud floor, pooled into a stream, and flowed low.

At this time, Xiao was still crying, Zi Shuiyue squatted next to her, and comforted softly: "Ranran, don't be like this, if Brother Yi Xuan sees you like this in the Spirit of Heaven, he will definitely be sad." She gently patted Xiao Yi's back, and the blue wolf stood aside holding an umbrella for them, and it didn't matter if she was wet.

"Mommy. Sihan and Nianhan came to Xiao Yi's side, and the two guys also knelt in front of the tombstone, holding Xiao Yi's arm, as if they wanted to pass on their strength to her.

The rain was falling relentlessly, and the dark clouds on the horizon were overwhelming, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

Under a pine tree not far from Xiao Yixuan's cemetery, Wen Junhan watched this scene from a distance, he didn't hold an umbrella, his black suit was already soaked, and his wet hair stuck together and fit on his forehead, but it didn't affect his noble temperament at all.

Now, should he really give up Ranran, is it the best choice for each other?

After the funeral, Xiao still fainted in front of Xiao Yixuan's tombstone, so frightened that Wu Jingjie picked her up and immediately sent her to the hospital, Zi Shuiyue and Wen Junyan followed to the hospital, Liu Chenfang and Jiang Zhongcheng stayed to deal with the follow-up work.

Wen Junhan had been secretly following, and when the doctor returned to the office after checking Xiao Zhen, he directly approached the doctor: "How is the condition of the patient just now?"

The doctor who had just sat down was startled by the man who suddenly broke in, he glanced at Wen Junhan, reached out and took the medical record book on the side, took out a pen to record something in the notebook, and asked casually: "Which patient is Mr. referring to?" He didn't recognize the man in front of him, only thought he was a family member of a certain patient.

Wen Junhan's expression changed, and the anger flashed in his deep cold eyes at the bottom of the sea, and he lowered his voice and said calmly: "Xiao is still." ”

Hearing this, the doctor stopped his movements, couldn't help but glance at Wen Junhan more, and said in a deep voice: "Are you?"

Wen Junhan's last bit of patience was also consumed by the doctor's nonsense, and he slammed the table and stood up: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? The strong aura pressed the doctor, making the doctor feel a sense of fear in his heart.

"Miss Xiao is just overly sad, and she faints because she has some colds, and there is nothing wrong with other conveniences in her body. The voice was uncontrollably trembling, and the doctor didn't even dare to look at Wen Junhan, for fear that he would get into trouble if he was not careful.

"You treat her affairs with me, and notify me immediately if there is any situation, and your benefits will be indispensable. But if you don't cooperate, I don't know what will happen. Half-seductive, half-threatening words blurted out.

The doctor didn't speak, the whole person didn't move, and looked at Wen Junhan in a daze, as if someone had pointed at him.

"This is my films, remember to call me if you have any questions. He handed his business card and left his office before the doctor could react.

The doctor kept the same position, rolled his eyes to look at the business card on the table, and when he saw the words on it, his pupils widened, and he looked up in the direction of the door, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. That person just now was the famous Wen Chaebol President Wen Junhan? Damn, why was he so clumsy that he didn't recognize it. Fortunately, he didn't offend him, otherwise he would really be finished in this life.

Leaving the doctor's office, Wen Junhan came to the outside of Xiao Yi's ward, he stood at the door, looking at the situation inside the ward through the small window on the door. Xiao still didn't seem to have woken up yet, Zi Shuiyue and Wu Jingjie had been by her side, looking nervous and dignified.

When Wen Junyan, who had gone through the hospitalization procedures, came back, he happened to see a man standing at the door like a statue, walked up to him, and said, "Brother, don't worry, Ran Ran is fine, it will be fine in two days." Wen Junyan told Wen Junhan about Xiao Zhen's situation one by one, and his words revealed distress and pity.

Wen Junhan's eyes kept staring at Xiao Yi, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said in a faint voice: "Junyan, is it only if I really let go of Ran Ran, will she be happy." "Many times, even he doesn't know what kind of love will make Ran Ran happy.

"I don't know, I just know that as long as I'm happy, nothing else matters to me. There was love in the relaxed words that was difficult to hide, although he was a little unwilling in his heart, but since he decided to be a lifelong friend with Ran Ran, he got along with her more harmoniously.

Wen Junhan turned his head and glanced at Wen Junyan, didn't speak, and continued to stare at Xiao still without stopping.

Wen Junyan held his hand on the doorknob: "Brother, do you want to go in?" The moment the sound fell, the door lock was unscrewed with a force on his hand. At that moment, Wen Junhan almost subconsciously dodged and stood against the wall.

Wen Junhan's reaction had clearly told Wen Junyan the answer, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, closed the door of the ward under Wen Junhan's eyes, and turned around and walked towards Wu Jingjie and the others.

It was only in the dead of night that Wen Junhan had the opportunity to sneak into Xiao Yi's ward, and Wen Junhan stood by the bed, and could vaguely see Xiao's still pale face and frowning willow eyebrows through the bright moonlight.

She seemed to have a nightmare, her expression was very painful, and she was muttering something, even though the air was so quiet and so close, Wen Junhan still didn't hear clearly.

I don't know how long he stood by Xiao Yi's bedside, until a dull knock sounded on the door, and Wen Junyan's voice sounded behind the door: "Cousin, it's not too early, it's time to go." ”

After Xiao still lightly dropped a kiss on his forehead, he reluctantly moved his steps and turned to leave.

At this moment, Xiao still suddenly grabbed his hand and shouted in fear: "Don't go, don't leave me, don't leave me alone, okay." ”

In the words that were almost crying, there was unconcealed fear and fear, as if he was holding the last life-saving straw in his hand.

Wen Junhan's feet stopped, turned around, looked at Xiao Yi with a complicated expression, and held her hand hard with his backhand.

"Brother. ”

A faint word, but it was like deep water ** exploding in Wen Junhan's heart, and his heart was torn apart.

If he had been more cautious at that time, and had more eyes on him, he would have left Jiang Zhongcheng at the door of the nursing room, Xiao Yixuan might not have died.

He stretched out his hand to smooth Xiao's still frowning willow eyebrows, and seeing that her expression was no longer painful, he reluctantly broke away from her hand and turned to leave.

When Wu Jingjie came back, he happened to see the black shadow of Wen Junhan disappearing around the corner, his eyebrows sank, he glanced at the two bodyguards at the door of the ward, didn't say anything, and pushed the door directly.

Sometimes, for many things, just turn a blind eye and forget it, and it is not good for everyone to calculate too much.

It's the next day.

After the rain, the rain washed away the sediment on the street, but the yellow leaves fell everywhere, and the sanitation workers had to clean up the dead leaves on the street early in the morning.

A delicate European-style villa with white walls and red tiles, and the garden is full of moon flowers, a flower that blooms all year round. The morning air is incomparably fresh, filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, which makes people feel refreshed.

Bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the morning breeze running into the house through one of the opening windows, blowing and swaying the heavy and luxurious curtains. A few rays of sunlight shined into the room through the cracks of the curtains, and on Simmons's soft big bed, a woman was sleeping quietly, her skin was white and red, her curled eyelashes, her erect nose, and her lips were moist and luster, embedded on a face, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it. A few strands of hair were mischievous on her white and tender face, and it seemed to be a little itchy, and she unconsciously reached out to pull her hair away and continued to sleep.

A pleasant ringtone broke the quiet air, only to see the woman frown, she didn't open her eyes, turned over, stretched out her thin and long arm from the quilt, accurately took the phone on the bedside table, put it to her ear, and said lazily: "Hey." "The hoarse voice is a little sexy and cute.

"It's me. The two words came from the phone, without the slightest emotion, but with the unique strength of the superior.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the phone in disbelief, and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "President Wen, it is extremely immoral to disturb people's dreams early in the morning. She teased, with a hint of surprise in her smiling tone.

Wen Junhan didn't like nonsense, so he said directly: "At eight o'clock, I'll wait for you at Haijing Coffee House." didn't even give anyone time to react, Wen Junhan hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, the woman stared at the phone for a long time, her good-looking brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her expression became extremely solemn.

Wen Junhan was in such a hurry to find her, was it because of Mu Xue'er's matter?

Thinking about it, the woman sat up and yawned, lifted the quilt, turned over and got out of bed, and a pair of beautiful jade feet stepped lightly on the floor and walked into the bathroom.

It was already eight o'clock after she finished dressing up, but the woman still went downstairs unhurriedly, drove away from the house, and went to Haijing Coffee House.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the woman came to the door of the private room where Wen Junhan was, she motioned for the waiter to leave, and stood at the door for a while, after thinking a lot, she pushed open the door of the private room, and saw a tall figure standing in front of the window.

Hearing the movement, Wen Junhan turned to look at her, and said in an indifferent voice: "It's here." "The voice is a little cold, and it is inexplicably unsettling.

Today, Wen Junhan wears a pure black suit, with exquisite tailoring, and a decent design that shows his long body in a golden ratio. The white shirt is paired with a dark green tie, revealing a domineering and arrogant temperament in a calm atmosphere. There was no trace of emotion on the well-defined Jun face, and even though his expression was cold, it was still pleasing to the eye.

He stood against the light, and even in a black suit that made people feel oppressive, it made people feel like an angel who had fallen into the dust by mistake.

However, Ji Yuanxiang knew better than anyone else that the man in front of him was not an angel at all, but an existence even more terrifying than a demon. However, she was fascinated by such a man.

She quickly removed her infatuated eyes, walked to the table, sat down without pretentiousness, and said in a faint voice: "Looking for me early in the morning, is there anything wrong?" Yu Guang glanced at Wen Junhan lightly, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.