Wen Xien walked in with a black umbrella, and before she got closer, she heard a burst of miserable cries, and she was a little afraid to go in.

After hesitating at the door for a long time, Wen Xien still stepped in.

The black umbrella was caught by the bodyguard behind him, the bodyguard put away the umbrella, and Wen Xien walked over.

The further he walked inside, the clearer the cry became, and with the gust of cold wind, Wen Xien pursed his pale lips.

A coffin was placed in the middle, and Du Mu's extremely haggard hand was beside her, crying heartbreakingly.

Du Jiang has many aunts, and of course he has given birth to many sons, so Du's father does not lack sons, what he lacks is someone who can bring his business back to life. That's why Wen Xien will be safe and sound.

But Du's mother is different, she gave birth to Du Jiang, a child, and she is old, and she rarely has any hope of having a second child.

Du Jiang's death undoubtedly means that Du Jiang has lost his support since then, and if the benefits are on anyone's head, they will not fall on her head.

The leaves of the trees are covered with white snowflakes, and when the wind blows, the snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze.

The young master of the Liang family, whose face was pale and transparent, and whose face was not like a mortal, walked to Du Mu's side, and her hand, which was so white that she could clearly see the blue blood vessels, fell on Du Mu's back, and patted it gently in an unfamiliar manner.

"Please...... Condolences. ”

The hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and it came low into Du Mu's ears, her eyes looked at Wen Xien through the mist, and a thick hatred and pain immediately appeared in her eyes, but she didn't speak, didn't tell Wen Xi'en's crime.

But Wen Xien saw everything clearly in her eyes.

Wen Xi'en had a tired face, and there always seemed to be a bitter smile on his pale lips.

The noble young master of the Liang family actually knelt in front of Du Jiang, her face was so pale that she completely turned into a blank piece of paper, and her trembling long eyelashes seemed to be soaked in water.

"If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me at any time, and I will meet all your requirements......"

Du Mu looked at Wen Xi'en who was kneeling at her feet in shock, she covered her mouth and suppressed the cry in her throat.

This is not something that can be forgiven by kneeling, Du Mu wants this person to go to prison, and wants this murderer to not be at ease outside, but ......

Who made her Liang Zhongshan's child?

In a lead-gray sky, dark clouds were thick. The goose-feathered snow fell one after another.

Wen Xien waited for Du Mu to cry tired, and the rest left, not only was the snow outside small, but it also had a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

The snow fluttered in the wind, and the snowflakes fell on her face from time to time, soft and cool, accompanied by the cold east wind, which blew the skin on her face with deep pain.

She was wearing a suit at the moment, and she was already numb with cold.

The bodyguard behind him draped his black coat over Wen Xien, carefully tidied it up, and then retreated behind him to hold an umbrella.

I don't know if it's because the wind is too strong, Wen Xi'en felt that his eyes were astringent, as if something cold liquid was flowing down.

She and Shen Yue met in the spring, but they were separated in the winter, and this year's winter is different from the winter of previous years.

This year's winter is exceptionally cold, cold to the bottom of my heart.

In the pavilion in the garden, Wen Xien inadvertently saw He Runcheng.

This year he has grown a lot taller, taller than Wen Sheen, his muscles are strong, his smile is always bright, like the summer sun, and his skin has darkened.

The moment she saw He Runcheng, the corners of her mouth bent unconsciously, and she raised her hand and just wanted to say hello to the other party, but she saw the person opposite He Runcheng without opinion.

The girl raised her head and talked to He Runcheng, her figure was a little thin, even if she was wearing more clothes, she could see that she was very thin, the hair on her forehead was a little long, covering one eye, when He Runcheng spoke, she raised her head from time to time, and observed the other party's expression with some caution, and then a shy and shy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

I don't know what they said, He Runcheng scratched his hair, his face was a little hot, he seemed to be a little blushing, and the tip of his nose was also red, I don't know if he was frozen or shy.

The eyes of the two collided inadvertently, and after they were stunned for a moment, they turned their heads quite tacitly, one looked to the left, and the other looked to the right, as if the other party had sparks in their eyes.

The person opposite Wen Xien knew that he was the daughter of the third aunt, named Liang Yujin.

Liang Yujin has no sense of existence in the Liang family at all, and the third aunt is too, with a low status, and she also climbed into Liang Zhongshan's bed by means, and she has not been very popular.

In Wen Xien's memory, Liang Yujin would only stand in a small corner, then looked at her timidly, and called her brother in a very small voice.

I don't know how to mature with He Run.

Wen Xien put down his raised hand and looked at the two people in front of him almost blankly.

He Runcheng at this moment made her feel strange.

Wen Xien knew that He Runcheng was a thin-skinned person who blushed easily, and she had seen him blush many times.

At that time, his whole face and neck were red, which was particularly obvious on the white skin, unlike now, only the cheeks and ears were red, and the area was not large, but it was so conspicuous.

Wen Xien didn't know how He Runcheng got acquainted with Liang Yujin, but she was also very tired at the moment, and she didn't want to care about these things, because she had to go through this garden to get to her yard, He Runcheng saw the thin and slender figure.

He Runcheng was taken aback, and then hurriedly ran over, seeing that Wen Xien was wearing so little, he seemed to be a little complaining and said, "Young master, why are you only wearing so little?" Button up the outer coat well. ”

Saying that, He Runcheng didn't wait for Wen Xien's reaction, so he directly started to help Wen Xien get dressed.

He Runcheng's gaze fell on Wen Xien's frozen pale face, and he was extremely dissatisfied and said to the bodyguard holding the umbrella behind him, "How do you take care of the young master?" The young master's illness hasn't healed yet, so you put on clothes for her? ”

He Runcheng, who started his temper, gave people a completely different feeling, he lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were slightly dark, and he had the edge of a sword out of the sheath.

Wen Xien looked at He Runcheng, who was frowning and worried, and suddenly spoke, "How did you and her meet?" ”

In her mouth, she undoubtedly pointed to Liang Yujin in the pavilion.

He Runcheng froze, he cared about Wen Xien very much, and his eyes subconsciously fell on her face, for fear of seeing any bad expression.

Wen Xien's cold and emotionless face, only ruthless and unintentional indifference, the jade ice sculpture seems to be exquisite and perfect.

This kind of Wen Xien is completely different from before, making people feel more distant and unattainable.

(End of chapter)