Chapter 672

Jing Hongyuan originally didn't intend to say anything, but he was very considerate. If something happened to him, he still wanted to see him for the last time. So he chose to tell her.

"What are you talking about? Are you mistaken? Why do you answer my aunt's cell phone? "

Xia Ziwei can hardly believe what she heard. What does your father just die? Your mother's on the run?

There must be something wrong.

"I thought I hope it didn't happen, but if your father is Xia Jinrong, and your mother is Liu Yun, that's right. I don't know what unpleasant things happened to you and Xia's family. I just want my daughter to come and send them off from the perspective of a father. Xue'er is resting. Don't disturb her any more."

After these words, Jing hung up the phone without waiting for her to say goodbye. As for whether to come to see Xia Jinrong or not, it was her personal choice.

After the couple sent Xia Jingshan back to Xiayuan, they decided to stay in Xiayuan. Mu Jinchen called Mu Baichuan and told him about it. Today, he was so sad that he was afraid that something might happen in the middle of the night. He simply asked Zhao Zhiliang to come over and stay in the summer garden at night.

Wushuang takes Mu Jinchen back to his room. The summer garden without Xia Jinrong is quite chilly. The wind and rain outside are still continuing. This is the biggest storm in s city since this year, and it is also the biggest storm in the history of Xiayuan.

Matchless mood is still very low, this is the first time she experienced death since she was sensible, she can not see such a good uncle after it? Even she could not accept such a fact, how could her grandfather accept it?

It turns out that death is really the farthest distance between people. What reason can the living people not cherish the people in front of them?

Crying for a day's eyes, red and swollen, but also dry fierce, matchless but insisted on from the bedside table to read a photo album, she specially selected some of her and Xia Jinrong group photo, reluctant to touch, the heart is still very painful.

Tears, have been crying dry, and sorrow, still continue.

Mu Jinchen took a hot towel from the bathroom. Without saying a word, she took the photo album in her hand and put it aside. She put the little woman down and put her pillow on her lap. She said softly, "close your eyes."

There was no doubt that there was him, and his eyes were tired, so he closed them obediently.

After a while, a warm towel covered her eyes, and her temples were gently rubbed by a pair of dry hands. After a day's tension, she relaxed.

For a moment, no one is telling the truth. It seems that the sound of wind and rain beating against the window is not so irritating.

"Thank you, Mr. mu."

After a moment, matchless pulled him to gently press his temple hand and gently rubbed it on his cheek for a few times. It was already some hoarse voice, and it was the performance of serious water shortage.

The man took the towel, which was already cold, and pulled her up. "I'll get you a glass of water."

Matchless shook his head, pulling the man's hand is not willing to release, carrying the red and swollen eyes of water looking at him for a moment, "I am not thirsty."

Knowing that she didn't want him to go away, the pain in her heart became more and more obvious. After kissing her forehead, the deep voice was more gentle. "OK, I won't go away, but it's matchless. The dead is gone. I know my uncle is a good man, and we can't give him up. But it's an indisputable fact, and we can only choose to accept it."

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