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Locking himself in the study without eating or drinking, and not opening the door if anyone disturbs, Huo Xiumo frowned, his slender big hand reached into his trouser pocket and took out the cigarette case, and stood in the corridor and smoked heavily for a while before he twisted the cigarette butt with an expressionless face.

He walked to the study door, bent his fingers, and knocked a few times.

"Jiang Yansheng!"

Huo Xiumo's voice hid a heavy emotion, and called her: "Open the door." ”

If she hadn't made a sound, he'd just break down the door. However, the closed study was opened from the inside.

A slender figure, hidden in the dark.

In her eyes, there was no trace of water, faintly red, and she looked at the man: "What's the matter?" ”

Huo Xiumo's thin lips under the bridge of his nose were pursed, his gaze first swept over her whole body, and finally saw that her face was very pale, and her handsome face was even more heavy, and he stretched out his big hand to hold her wrist, his skin was cold: "Why are your hands so cold?" Are you hungry? ”

Jiang Yansheng's hands were cold, but his skin was hot elsewhere.

Her face was white and her eyes were red, maybe she had a low-grade fever, and she was very weak even when she spoke: "If you don't have to make up for it, cook me some rice porridge." ”

"Okay."

As long as she was willing to eat, Huo Xiumo's face eased a lot, and he reached out to hug her, not daring to push too hard.

Jiang Yansheng buried his face in front of his chest, breathing in a man's unique breath, and there was a trace of warmth in his chest, but he quickly pushed him away again.

She heard her own voice say, "I want to go upstairs and have a look." ”

"Okay."

Huo Xiumo let her go, but said, "Eat something first." ”

He was afraid that she would not have the strength to cry by then.

……

The thunderstorm stopped outside, and the bright light also tilted down from the sky, and finally it was dawn, but in the master bedroom, the windows were tightly hidden and the lights were on.

Jiang Yansheng walked in and the first thing he asked was: "Why don't you open the window?" ”

Ye Mi stood on the edge of the bed all night, and the whole person seemed to be haggard in an instant, and looked at Jiang Yansheng who appeared in the room in a daze, and did not speak.

This is not the time to pass the buck.

For people who are bent on death, even if you watch it all day, you can't watch it for a lifetime.

Ye Mi just regretted it, and her voice was hoarse: "I knew earlier, I shouldn't have promised you that I would bring my mother to Wancheng, and she would live a few more years if she stayed in Lucheng, and there were too many things she didn't want to remember here, once she stepped in, it was no different from killing her." ”

Jiang Yansheng looked at the woman in front of her coldly, turned all her anger into strength on her lips, and her words were piercing, she showed indifference, and her voice was soft: "Without me, her cancer will recur, how long can you cure her?" ”

Ye Mi is poor, but he is extremely self-respecting.

was exposed by her face, tears were about to overflow under her eyes, and she endured it alive, emphasizing: "Even if the family is bankrupt, I will not give up on her." ”

Jiang Yansheng's eyes were dead, looking at her mother who was lying on the bed and was silent, she felt a tingling pain in her eyes, and a self-deprecating sneer between her lips: "Who wants to give up on her?" It's her...... Gave up on himself. ”

Ye Ming closed her eyes tightly, her body was already cold and had no body temperature, the surface of her skin showed a miserable white luster, and there was a cut mark on her throat, revealing the bright red of flesh and blood.

Ye Mi was beside her, choking up and saying unbearably: "Mom has a blade in her throat, I asked the doctor to take it out." ”

I'm afraid that if she goes underground, her throat will hurt.

"Is it sewn?" Jiang Yansheng asked.

Ye Mi nodded: "The doctor's technique is very gentle. ”

When the words fell, the bedroom was quiet, Jiang Yansheng pursed her lips and didn't speak, just looked at her mother.

"Funeral ......"

After a while, Ye Mi asked again: "Mom has lived in Lucheng for more than ten years, and she also has a lot of close friends, I wonder if it's time to inform those uncles and aunts." ”

"Funeral?"

Jiang Yan repeated in a low voice, turned his head to look at her, and said in a quiet tone: "She didn't care about anything and left everything, what should we do in the name of it?" ”

Ye Mi choked, faded the blood on his face, and said after a long time: "Won't you hold a funeral for your mother?" ”

Jiang Yansheng's eyes were too calm, and he said: "I will pick a piece of feng shui treasure land and let her bury her back to Lucheng, if you want to do it, you will set up a mourning hall in your own home." ”

"Jiang Yansheng!"

Ye Mi was anxious and couldn't understand her: "You know ...... know"

"Mother loved your father so much that she committed suicide at his grave...... Why don't you bury her with your father? ”

Facing Ye Mi's questioning, Jiang Yansheng only felt ridiculous, and in front of Ye Ming's body, he asked coldly: "What identity does she want to bury my father's side?" Ex? ”

I don't know how ironic it is, but I clearly told Ye Mi word by word: "My father Jiang Yadong's legal wife is Wang Yuan, and another position in the tombstone is not left for her." ”

"She's your mother, how can you say that." Ye Mi asked loudly: "Others don't understand the pain of mothers, don't you understand as a daughter?" Jiang Yansheng, my mother loved your father miserably in her life, until she died, did you not fulfill her wishes, are you still worthy of being her daughter? ”

Jiang Yansheng's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he said coldly: "Could it be that she is worthy of being my mother?" ”

Ye Mi lost her voice for a moment, and was stunned for a while, before asking, "What do you mean?" ”

Jiang Yansheng's eyes are cold now, not as warm as before, she was heartbroken by Ye Ming's death, and she didn't know what pain was for a long time.

She looked at Ye Ming's body and replied to Ye Mi's question: "I don't know if when she died, did she think about what happened after her death?" ”

"You're getting revenge!"

Ye Mi wanted to expose her evil deeds, word by word, and the words were extremely heavy: "Just because my mother can't survive and commits suicide, you have to take revenge on her, don't you?" You are so cruel, Jiang Yansheng, you are so cruel...... Even if she died, you wouldn't let her be buried with the man she loved. ”

Jiang Yansheng screamed and accused, in the end, she had made up her mind, and the next day, she ordered to go down and freeze Ye Ming's body.

She was very busy, and although she didn't hold a funeral, she found a feng shui master to come over and deal with these big and small matters personally.

If you are powerful, you have the right to speak, although Ye Mi's thoughts are different from her, she can only look at her with eyes full of resentment.

Three whole days.

Jiang Yansheng was expressionless, she asked Si Yue to take Ye Mi and send the body back to Lucheng, but she didn't go.

On that day, one stayed quietly in the suburban villa for a long time.

She doesn't seem to find anyone to talk to, and the closer she is, the less she wants to talk about her mother.

In the afternoon in Wancheng, it began to rain sparsely again.

Jiang Yansheng unconsciously slept in the room for three hours, and when she woke up, it was dark outside the window, and the whole room seemed to have no trace of popularity, she only felt a sharp pain in her forehead, rubbed her temples with her fingertips and sat up, and on the side, the mobile phone resting on the pillow rang.

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