Jiang Keke looked at the living room and asked only Zhu Xiaoxiao.

"The night is short"

"Mr. went to deal with the funeral of the little lady's father, from the morning to the present, every 10 minutes will call to ask the little lady (love qg) situation, Mr. has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, we are afraid that he will not be able to bear it, he feels sorry for the little lady, so he has been Zhang Luo little lady's father was killed, and there is a funeral."

Jiang Keke swallowed.

"Doesn't he have so many capable subordinates, just let them do it."

"The little lady is the most important person for Mr., I heard from the seventh uncle, for the murder of the little lady's father, Mr. is guilty, so he will not be willing to let others deal with it, he just wants to deal with it well, so that the little lady can ask for a little peace of mind."

Jiang Keke was moved when he heard it, it may be enough to meet such a person who (loves) himself in his life

Although Sister Mu has lost her loved ones, there is still a love (love ài).

Wei Yang helped Jiang Keke upstairs, originally to hug her, but Jiang Keke didn't allow him to hug her, so Wei Yang had to help her upstairs.

Jiang Keke is not well, but when she heard about Sister Mu's (love qg) situation, she couldn't wait to come, her most (love) Sister Mu is at a low point in her life, how can she stand by and watch.

Even if she climbs, she will crawl.

Jiang Keke sat back in his wheelchair and walked to Lu Xiaomu's room.

Seeing that all the curtains were closed, Jiang Keke felt distressed.

She couldn't understand how heartbroken Sister Mu would be in the past two days.

The door was unlocked, and Jiang Keke gently pushed it open.

It's already autumn, although it's not cold in early autumn, but the wind is relatively strong, the luxurious room, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning on the familiar small (body shēn) shadow, lonely with a bit of desolation, especially the moment when the wind blows the curtains, Jiang Keke wants to cry directly.

Her Sister Mu, the most (love) Sister Mu, she is completely decadent.

Lu Xiaomu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her head resting lightly on the curtain, and the gap outside the window touched her red and swollen eyes from crying.

She didn't even feel anyone in the room, because her heart was gone with her dead father.

Jiang Keke slid his wheelchair and walked over slowly.

She wanted to cry, her mouth was curled, although she didn't see her in front of her, but just looking at the back, Jiang Keke knew that she had lost a lot of weight.

"Sister Mu." Jiang Keke called with a crying voice.

Lu Xiaomu, who was losing his mind, listened to this voice and looked back.

When she saw her best friend who appeared in her bedroom, her crying voice moved, and she said after a while.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Keke shook the wheelchair, walked up to her, reached out and stroked her messy and dirty hair, and stroked the messy bangs on her forehead.

"My Sister Mu is at a low point in her life, how can I, as her little roundworm, sit still?"

Lu Xiaomu looked at the best friend in front of her, who was like wearing a pair of pants with herself since she was a child, and her tears welled up.

"Ke'er, I don't have anything, I don't have anything."

Losing her father, she felt like she had lost the whole world.

Jiang Keke watched her cry, and also cried, and tears rolled out in an instant.

Quickly reached out and hugged her head and hugged her on her knees.

"You still have me, even if I Jiang Keke asks for food, I will take my Sister Mu with me, and if I have a bite to eat, she will not be hungry."

"Ke'er, what should I do, just close my eyes, my heart and eyes are my father."