He Mengjie's expectations have been met. In the past few months in the United States, she has been doing a kind of psychological construction almost every day, that is, she will suddenly receive news about Yuan Hao's death, but she has never been.

In a way, she breathed a sigh of relief. She is looking forward to being able to welcome the new year with Yuan Hao on New Year's Day this year. This is the first time she has welcomed the new year with her father since she has grown so old.

However, she was disappointed. On the eve of Christmas, she received a message from Wenxuan: she is seriously ill and will return quickly.

So, on the night of Christmas Eve, He Mengjie stayed in the hospital, looking at the person lying on the hospital bed and dying.

At this time, she couldn't tell what emotions she had in her heart. The pain in my heart is naturally incomparable to when my grandfather passed away, but my heart is also heavy.

In the past few days, Yuan Hao's complexion has looked better than in June, but everyone knows that this is a kind of return to light.

Xiang Yunhua cried heartbreakingly, shaking his hospital bed desperately at the moment when Yuan Hao slowly closed his eyes. The sorrow of the white-haired man to the black-haired man made everyone present extremely sad.

He Mengjie's tears fell like this, surging.

The moment she saw Yuan Hao close her eyes, she felt that her world seemed to be a little empty again.

It used to be a world with nothing, then came Wenxuan, and then came her father and grandmother who made her love and hate. And now, my father is gone, and my grandmother's gray hair may not be many years old......

Why, why does God always deprive her of the right to enjoy family affection?

He Mengjie's eyes were red and swollen from crying, if it weren't for Wen Xuan's tight hug, she might really feel that she had nothing in this world.

There was a sad atmosphere in the entire ward, Wen Xuan, He Mengjie, and several company executives, even the old housekeeper of the Yuan family. But Dudu never saw Yuan Hao's wife Zhu Yun and Zhu Yun's autistic son.

He Mengjie didn't need to worry about everything, because such a funeral had been prepared earlier.

In the luxurious villa, He Mengjie, as the eldest daughter, wore linen and filial piety for Yuan Hao, He Mengjie held Xiang Yunhua's trembling hand, and asked with a solemn face: "What about Zhu Yun and her son?" ”

Xiang Yunhua's face was gloomy, and he replied faintly: "They left the Yuan family a few months ago. ”

"Why! Even if she has no relationship with her father, she should at least attend the funeral! He Mengjie said angrily.

Xiang Yunhua shed tears and did not speak.

He Mengjie saw that Xiang Yunhua was sad and didn't want to touch her sad things anymore, so she didn't ask anymore.

One after another, the company and friends in front of Yuan Hao came to worship, although He Mengjie didn't know each other, they were all generously and decently received, and some Wenxuan knew and would help her greet her.

He Mengjie looked at Wen Xuan with a tired face, he was standing beside him in black, so tall and handsome. Her heart was full of love and tenderness.

Thankfully, he is always there for him when he needs it. She didn't know what method she was going to use to show him her full love again in this life, and that love was too much, too deep and too strong, and her whole heart was full and overflowing.

In the past few days, He Mengjie has been exhausted. Finally buried Yuan Hao, He Mengjie helped Xiang Yunhua, who was trembling and walking, when he returned to the Yuan family's villa, they were greeted by Zhu Yun with a cold face!