NO.132 ATTENDING A FUNERAL
On the plane, Bob arranged Gu Pity next to him so that he could take better care of her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Bob looked at the hand she had been holding and wanted to pull away, but found that her hand was holding him very tightly, and if he didn't use some force, he might not be able to pull it out at all.
Bob was a little embarrassed, not knowing if he was doing this subconsciously with pity, or if he really wanted to take advantage of him......
Forget it, the second one can't be thought, otherwise according to Nan Hanming's vinegar jar, I'm afraid he won't let him go.
"Grandma, can't you just take your hands away? I know I'm much more handsome than that Nan Hanming, but you can't keep holding me, right? ”
After all, men and women don't kiss, and if the one in his family knows about it, he won't let him go.
Gu pity didn't seem to hear it, but looked at him without blinking.
"Okay, okay, just be happy."
Not daring to be too rough with her, Bob, with his gentlemanly spirit, decided to let her take advantage of her.
Who made him so handsome and loved......
"I'm afraid that as soon as I let go, you'll disappear."
Bob was overjoyed when he heard her sudden words.
"You'll be able to speak!" Indicating that she was starting to develop for the better, he hurriedly continued to talk to her, "Do you know where Nan Hanming is?" That bastard of Nan Hanming, now in N City, let's go see him right away, okay? ”
"......," she ignored him, turning her head and looking out the window, "write...... Word. ”
Bob was stunned and quickly pulled out a pen and paper for her, and she took it and let go of his hand.
Bob stared at her, watching her write "hate" on the paper crookedly stroke by stroke like a child who had just learned to write.
"Hate?"
Bob looked at the pen she waved in her hand, a little puzzled, hate? Why did she write down hate?
It seems that only Nan Hanming can answer all this.
I really don't know what that bastard Nan Hanming did to her, causing a good girl to become like this.
Bob sighed faintly, he still remembered that he saw Gu Pian in Nan Mansion a year ago, smart and beautiful, and could cook, and also took care of Nan Hanming, but he was really like a good wife and mother.
And a year later, she sat beside him in a daze, and it became so difficult to even write a word.
With such a her, how could he think of her in the smart little girl in his memory?
***
After flying all day, I finally arrived in N City.
Bob placed her in a high-end apartment near Gu Pity Qiu Xiang Yuan.
The day after tomorrow is the funeral of "Gu Pity", and he will take Gu Pity to attend as planned.
However, to say that this Nan Hanming is really willing to spend money, and actually filled an island on the sea to make a grave for Gu Pity.
Every inch of land in N City is expensive, and even the reclamation announcement can be approved for three or five months, and he Nan Hanming doesn't know how much money he has spent, but he can get it done in a week.
It's simply a waste of luxury for the rich.
Such a good island, not for tourism, but for burying the dead
It's a good thing that Gu Pity is still alive, otherwise it would have been a waste.
He sat at the dining table and watched Gu Pian sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turn off the TV, and ask the caretaker to take her to the bath.
He walked into the room and prepared to sleep beautifully, anyway, he just had to contribute to the funeral the day after tomorrow.
At this time, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and he picked up the phone unhappily.
"Hey, have you been to N City?"
Nan Hanming wrinkled his eyebrows slightly on the other end of the phone, his tone was very bad, Bob knew that he was definitely in a bad mood now, so he didn't care.
"It's here, my eldest young master, I will definitely participate the day after tomorrow, but ...... You don't mind if I bring someone, right? ”
"Your wife, huh? I don't care, anyway, you have to come. ”
All those who knew Gu Pity in their lifetime must come.
He didn't want her to be left with regrets after she died.