"Ran Yixian, what are you in a daze?"

Ran Yixian was pulled out of memory by Yu Xi's words, and smiled helplessly.

It was when Yu Xi was still in a coma, he received the first call from Bo Qianchuan, he never closed his eyes all night, and thought repeatedly, if Yu Xi woke up one day, should he tell Yu Xi.

It was at that time that he made up his mind to hide the fact that Yu Xi was still alive to the end.

Yu Xi is still alive, and even Xia Zhiguang doesn't know anything about this matter.

Or it can be said that Xia Zhiguang, who has been soaking in the set all day, almost doesn't even know when Yu Xi "died".

Just by accident, I knew that Yu Xi died in childbirth.

That day, that week, he locked himself at home, allowing the director and agent to call him desperately, and he didn't care.

Yu Xi...... How could she die?

Xia Zhiguang also called Ran Yixian, Ran Yixian was still very tight-lipped, so far, only he and the original doctor knew that Yu Xi was still alive.

"Nothing, just thinking...... Something to eat tomorrow morning. ”

He smiled slightly, "I've figured out what kind of breakfast I'll prepare for you tomorrow morning." ”

"Finally not millet porridge?"

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows, his tone a little unfriendly.

"Although millet porridge nourishes the stomach, it lacks nutrients when you drink it every day." Ran Yixian explained, and suddenly remembered something, "Do you want to tell Xia Zhiguang the news that you are still alive?" ”

He ...... Still in S City? Otherwise, when I get better in a while, I'll go to him myself. ”

As if afraid that this sentence would not be convincing, she added: "He is so busy, it is not good to delay work for me." ”

"You want to use this excuse to go back to S City, right?" Ran Yixian saw through her careful thoughts at a glance.

Yu Xi didn't refute, he did mean this.

"Do you want to see Bo Qianchuan, or do you want to see Bo Xingyu?" Ran Yixian asked coldly.

Yu Xicai didn't care what he thought in his heart, and replied stunned: "I want to." ”

I want to hold Xingyu in my arms and I want to be held in Asakawa in my arms.

"In a little while, if I have the chance, I'll take you to meet him."

Who this "he" refers to, they know each other.

"Yu Xi, I'...... I want you to do one thing. ”

"No problem, what do you want me to do?"

Yu Xi asked subconsciously, and then sneered, "However, it depends on what I can do." ”

"Write a letter to Bo Qianchuan and tell him that you are still alive, but you will find an appropriate time to find him, and during this time, let him take good care of himself and Xingyu."

Yu Xi was a little surprised, "Write...... It's fine, what's the use? Did he wake up? ”

"Not ...... yet"

Ran Yixian replied weakly, but quickly explained: "When he wakes up, what if his spirit breaks down because of your death?" Prepare in advance and give it to him when he can't hold it anymore. ”

"When he wakes up, can't I go see him?"

Yu Xi looked at Ran Yixian in a daze.

"I will explain to him that he should quickly get rid of these existing shackles and accompany you to a place where there is no strife, and if you insist on returning to danger, I will definitely not allow it."

"This ...... It's good. ”

She believes in Ran Yixian, because for such a long time, Ran Yixian has helped her countless times without any complaints and selfishness, and this time should be no exception.

When she walked into the study, Ran Yixian sighed.

If he doesn't use some means, Bo Qianchuan will be wasted!

In the past month, he had expected to see Bo Qianchuan find out the truth and avenge Yu Xi, but he didn't expect that he would give Bo to the person who hurt Yu Xi without even thinking about it—even though he didn't know that Bo Lingwei had done it.

Then, endlessly indulging in wine, depressed day after day, where is this the thin shallow river he is familiar with?

If you don't give him a little hope, I'm afraid you will die in front of him in a minute.

Yu Xi also deliberately practiced calligraphy before writing the letter, and only started to write after making sure that her handwriting was no different from what she had written, for fear that Bo Qianchuan would not recognize her handwriting.

As he wrote, a tear slipped involuntarily, and then hit the letterhead one after another.

She couldn't cry or laugh when she looked at the letterhead with clear tear stains even if it was dried, but she didn't have to hide anything, they were the closest people, husband and wife.

"Asakawa, I love you."

She couldn't help but fill in the sentence at the end of the letter, and then stuffed it into the envelope.

Ran Yixian handed the letter to An Lun, saying that he wrote it in order to cheer up Bo Qianchuan and make people imitate Yu Xi's handwriting.

An Lun really believed it, showed the letter to Bo Qianchuan, and only said that he didn't know where it came from.

When he opened the letter, the first line was "Wufu Asakawa", and his eyes widened sharply.

"This is written by Xiaoxi, this must have been written by her!"

He remembered that he was going on a business trip for a while, and Yu Xi was a little scared at home, so he sent him a message one by one, and called him "my husband Asakawa" as if jokingly.

No one else can know this!

An Lun was a little surprised, could it be that Ran Yixian knew a lot of things about the relationship between Yu Xi and Bo Qianchuan, so that he could imitate the letter so similarly?

"Xiaoxi is not dead, she is really not dead!"

Bo Asagawa looked at the letter, so startled that he seemed to jump up from his chair.

The second line is a few words.

"It's like a letter."

Bo Qianchuan remembered that Yu Xi once said that when she was a child, she liked to write letters and essays in literary style, because she felt that she was very literary, and then she couldn't change this habit until she went to college.

"I'm still alive, I'm sorry to put you through such ups and downs."

"Maybe it's because of my recklessness, maybe it's because God is so unfair, our children died at birth."

"I am very sad in my heart, and you may feel the same way, I can't face you with a normal heart, so don't come to me, when the time comes, I will naturally go to see you."

"If you are devoted to other women during my absence, you do not have to wait for me."

"It was not an accident that I escaped death in the operating room, if you have the strength to find out who is behind it, and avenge me."

"Don't be depressed, don't be depressed, take good care of Xingyu and yourself."

"Precious."

In the lower right corner is the signature and date, which is the handwriting he is most familiar with.

There are traces of tears on the letterhead, and it must not be an imitation.

Moving his gaze downward, there was a row of small characters at the bottom.

"Asakawa, I love you."

His heart was filled all at once, he looked at the letter stupidly, and looked at An Lun very seriously, "She is alive, she must still be alive!" ”

An Lun also felt that this "fake letter" was a bit too realistic.

Not only did they know the code words between the two, but there were also tears.

The mixture of vernacular and literary language is exactly Yu Xi's writing style.

If Ran Yixian hadn't personally told him that this letter was a forgery, I'm afraid even he would have to believe it.

For the first time in so many days, I saw Bo Qianchuan's emotions high, this is a good thing, no matter what he is true or not.

"If Yu Xi is really alive, then who is in the tomb?"

His expression was a lot more serious, and he suddenly said: "Let's go, go to the cemetery where Yu Xi is buried, take a team of people to go, and be ready to open the tomb at any time." ”

What the?!

An Lun was secretly frightened in his heart, and was about to stop it, but after seeing that for so many days, Bo Qianchuan was about to go out for the first time in a serious way, so he simply didn't stop it.

It's all turned to ashes, who knows if it's true or not?

Even if you just let the president go out for a walk.

Thinking like this, An Lun nodded, and asked people to prepare the car.

Bo Lingwei, a stupid woman, doesn't know whether her head was caught by the door or blistered, not only did she not have any intention of acquiring Bo Qianchuan's shares, but she also dared to sit in the position of CEO with confidence.

Pang Haoyu persuaded with some seriousness: "Weiwei, the most important thing is to buy shares now." If one day Bo Asakawa comes to his senses and wants to return to this position again, who can stop this largest shareholder? ”

"But where is the money to buy shares now? Seventy percent of the shares! If we can come up with 70 percent of Bo's, why do we need to go to great lengths to get Bo's hands? ”

Bo Lingwei also knows this truth, but she can't stand up to practice at all.

Where did you get all this money?

Moreover, a super large group like Bo's cannot buy or sell even 0.1 percent of the shares at will, let alone 70 percent.

If people don't want to sell, what's the use of spending more money.

"Weiwei, if you don't get the shares, no matter how you develop the Bo family, won't the dividends go into Bo Qianchuan's pocket in the end?"

"Of course I do! You don't need to say that! ”

Bo Lingwei was angry, and scolded without hesitation.

Pang Haoyu was silent.

He should have known that Bo Lingwei was a woman who only looked at interests.

With a dejected smile, he walked out of the office.

On a rare sunny day in winter, on the most expensive cemetery, Bo Qianchuan held his arms expressionlessly, watching the dozen or so people in front of him dig up the cemetery and take out the urn.

"Bring it."

The person in charge carefully presented Bo Asa Chuan to Bo Asakawa, and Bo Asakawa silently recited the sentence "Little Xi Mo Monster" in his heart, and opened the urn.

An Lun really saw it next to him, and there was nothing in the urn!

"This ......"

Everyone was stunned, only Bo Qianchuan still coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, "I know ......"

There seemed to be a bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice.

He turned his head to look at An Lun and asked, "An Lun, was she covered with a white cloth all the time during the process of being sent to cremation?" When he finally entered the cremation room, was it only Ran Yixian? ”

These two questions blinded An Lun at once, and he nodded cautiously after a while.

At that time, Bo Qianchuan, who was still sleeping, guessed exactly the point!

How is this done?

Could it be that Yu Xi's death and cremation are really boring?

"Sure enough, it's Ran Yixian, a bastard! In vain I believed him! ”