On the day of Mr. Jiang's funeral, a light rain fell in hot Kyoto.

Xu He and Zhao Pingjin were both dressed in black, and bodyguards stood behind them holding umbrellas.

Wei Zhen watched this scene from afar, and since the two appeared, they immediately became the focus of the entire funeral.

Her eyes have always followed Xu He's figure.

But I can't help but pay attention to Zhao Pingjin's thoughtfulness and gentleness in the details.

Wei Zhen felt sour and hateful, but he didn't dare to continue to make mistakes.

The terrible taste of dying when her neck was almost choked off really scared her to the extreme.

As they left in the car, Wei Zhen kept looking at the car in the distance.

If today, the person standing under the umbrella of Zhao Pingjin is her Wei Zhen, how good it would be.

"Do you know what your Jiang family's cousins are doing now?"

Mrs. Wei stopped beside Wei Zhen, her voice was very faint.

Wei Zhen slowly withdrew his gaze, but bit his lip and refused to say anything.

"Zhenzhen, let go, forget, it won't do you any harm."

Mrs. Wei stroked her sideburns, but Wei Zhen suddenly turned her head away and dodged.

Mrs. Wei's hand froze there, and Wei Chengru reprimanded her daughter in a low voice: "Wei Zhen, what did you do to your mother!" ”

Wei Zhen looked at the two of them with red eyes: "Is she still my mother?" And you, don't you want Xu He to be your goddaughter? So what is my biological daughter? ”

Wei Zhen wanted to cry, but he still smiled stubbornly: "I am only your baby daughter when everything is perfect, if I don't do anything good enough, you want to give up on me, don't you?" ”

"Excellence ......"

Mrs. Wei was sad but disappointed, her parents' beloved daughter must have far-reaching plans for her.

She just didn't want to watch Wei Zhen go wrong again and again.

Walking into that dead end, what good will it do her?

There are many things in this world that can be forced, but love can't be forced at all.

If you don't love, you don't love, and it's useless to die.

"I want to be alone and quiet."

Wei Zhen lowered his eyes and looked at the white flowers on his black dress: "I want to go back to Hong Kong City first." ”

Wei Chengru and his wife did not stop her, they may also think that the most important thing for their daughter to calm down and reflect on herself is the most important thing to do.

Three days later, Mr. and Mrs. Wei left Kyoto.

Xu He also came to see them off.

Mrs. Wei told her to contact her when she had time to come to Hong Kong City, and if she encountered anything, she should not be polite, Xu He responded one by one.

When leaving in the car, Mrs. Wei looked at Xu He through the car window, she smiled and waved her hand to them, and the little one stood there, weak but seemed to have endless tenacity.

Mrs. Wei didn't know why she was so lost and uncomfortable in her heart.

After going back to Hong Kong City for a few days, she would always see the scene of Xu He waving goodbye to them in front of her.

The heart is empty, an indescribable feeling.

But fortunately, what comforted her was that Wei Zhen seemed to have really begun to repent after the farce in the mourning hall.

……

At the beginning of August, it rained heavily in Kyoto.

A private sanatorium in the middle of the lake in the eastern suburbs of Kyoto, Zhao Zhiyong met Zhao Pingjin for the first time after being sent here.

Under the storm, the umbrella did not play any role at all, and when Zhao Pingjin walked indoors, most of his suit was already wet.

Zhao Zhiyong's face was not very good, and his sideburns and hair were all white.

When Zhao Pingjin arrived, the nurse had just fed him medicine.

The medicine he takes now is the same as the medicine that Mrs. Zhao used to take, and after so many months, it is difficult to quit.

Zhao Pingjin had asked the doctor to find a way to help Mrs. Zhao quit the drug no matter what, but Mrs. Zhao herself was unwilling.

At this age, she can finally live a comfortable life, and she really doesn't want to toss anymore, even if this drug is addictive, but there is no other major problem with her body, she wants to open it.

Zhao Zhiyong sat in a wheelchair and looked at his son who suddenly came on a rainy night.

In a few months, he was almost reborn, and the former son of the family, even if he had a cold temperament, he also had a warm and jade side.

But now Zhao Pingjin already has such a compelling deterrence and gloom and anger that can't be washed away by heavy rain.

"Don't waste any more thoughts."

Zhao Pingjin walked up to him step by step, his body was mixed with the strong humidity and rain smell of the rainy night, but all this was not as ruthless as a wolf between his deep eyebrows and eyes.

"If you want to stay here in peace, you have a good death." Zhao Pingjin leaned over slightly and laughed very lightly.

Zhao Zhiyong looked at him, but said earnestly: "Pingjin, there is still room for life and work, it is not a good thing for you to make your road narrower and narrower." ”

"You helped Zhuang Mingwei give Yao Sen 50 million and let him take the blame."

"The cooperation with the Xu family also came about like this, right?"

Zhao Zhiyong looked slightly stunned, he didn't expect this matter to be dug up by Zhao Pingjin again.

Yao Sen's matter is actually really seamless.

"Thank you for paving the way."

Zhao Pingjin sat on the sofa and looked at the man in front of him calmly: "The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, you can be regarded as a good deed." ”