She began to panic, for the first time, she was so scared of what would happen to him.

He had previously told her that his father disliked him very much.

His mother didn't have a funeral.

Ten thousand assumptions floated in her mind, for fear that something would happen to him.

The thunder shook the night, and she ran out of the courtyard alone.

There was no one around, so she went around asking where Jiang Wuxin was.

Some people know that Wen Yihuan is the person brought by Jiang Wuxin, so naturally they dare not slack off.

Someone told her that Jiang Wuxin was in the hall.

Wen Yihuan walked to the front of the hall in Jiang's mansion.

She lowered her eyes slightly, hiding her worry.

At this time, it is already the season of winter, and the cold has already penetrated into the bones.

Wen Yihuan stood outside the hall and was relieved to see Jiang Wuxin in the hall.

Her slender, white fingers were already red from the cold.

But she didn't dare to disturb him.

He is the heir of the Jiang family, and she is just a small woman.

He wants to achieve great things and inherit the position of the head of the Jiang family.

She couldn't stand in the way of his future.

So, she only wandered outside.

The snow was falling, and there was already snow on her clothes.

Her hands trembled slightly, and she slapped the snow off her shoulders.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Jiang Wuxin finished discussing the matter with Jiang Hanxiu.

When Jiang Wuxin walked out of the door of the hall.

Wen Yihuan didn't dare to run up, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

Jiang Wuxin frowned and hurriedly walked down the steps.

Came over and draped the cloak on her shoulder: "If you don't come out, why don't you listen?"

Wen Yihuan's voice was extremely low, and he couldn't help biting his lip and said, "Wuxin, I'm worried about you...... Sorry for the trouble...... Not in the future. ”

It was the first time she had said sorry to someone.

Although she had known that such a thing would cause him trouble, she was worried about him.

Hearing her sorry, Jiang Wuxin immediately clenched his fists and stroked her black hair: "I'm worried about you."

She held Jiang Wuxin's cold fingers, and a gentle smile swept over the corners of her mouth: "I sewed a winter coat for you, and sewed four pieces, just to fit your body."

Jiang Wuxin was slightly stunned, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart.

Growing up, no one cared about him so much except his mother.

He hugged her, and in the heavy snow, the warmth between the two could only be felt by them.

That night, Wen Yihuan gave him the clothes to try on, and all four clothes unexpectedly fitted.

Jiang Hanxiu once again asked Jiang Wuxin to discuss the matter.

Jiang Wuxin had no choice but to go.

Basically, every day from then on, Jiang Wuxin didn't see Wen Yihuan much.

Wen Yihuan waited for Jiang Hanxiu every day and night.

But they were never able to wait for him.

Every long night was her own suffering.

No one can appreciate the taste of Wen Yihuan's waiting.

No one knows Wen Yihuan's daily suffering.

She put all her expectations on Jiang Wuxin's body.

When Feng Yueli saw this scene, a heart-piercing pain entered her heart.

It seems that the emotions of Jiang Wuxin and Wen Yihuan made her feel the same.

Wen Yihuan didn't blame Jiang Wuxin, she just felt that Jiang Wuxin was really busy.

In fact, Jiang Wuxin is also really busy.

He was so busy that he couldn't see her at all.

She also wanted to go to see him, but Jiang Wuxin was not free at all, and she was delayed by some things.

Two months later, Jiang Hanxiu finally didn't let Jiang Wuxin help deal with things.