Chapter 340

"I'm fine." She looked up at Tang Shaofeng and said, "go back first. I'm sure I'll stay here these days."

"Well, it should be." Tang Shaofeng closed his head slowly and held her hand. His eyes were very close: "have a good rest. I'll come tomorrow morning."

"Well."

Not far away, Miao Zhimiao stood on one side, his eyes fell on the four tightly clasped hands.

Thin lips pursed hard and cold. After a moment, he raised his feet and walked to them. He took Miao Xiaohui's wrist and pulled her hand out of Tang Shaofeng's: "it's very late, Tang Dong and Miss Shen. Then we won't send her away."

Miao Zhimiao still wants to refuse. Tang Shaofeng has already stepped to the door. Shen Yuanyuan pulls Miao Xiaohui's hand out of Miao Zhimiao's, takes her arm and says, "Xiaohui, I'll accompany you upstairs to have a rest."

There is a Miao family that can't even hold a girl.

Miao Zhimiao just frowned and ordered the housekeeper to arrange a comfortable room for Miss Shen

"Don't bother the housekeeper." Shen Yuanyuan said with a smile, "I'll sleep with Xiao Hui tonight."

"Xiao Hui is pregnant and not suitable for sleeping with others." Miao Zhimiao's tone is polite, but there is no temperature.

Shen Yuanyuan is neither humble nor arrogant: "I sleep honestly and I won't move, otherwise I will sleep on the sofa."

"I want to share a room with faraway." Miao Xiaohui slowly opened her mouth and lifted her eyelids feebly: "brother, I think I still have the freedom to make friends?"

Speaking of this, Miao Zhimiao no longer said anything, but watched them walk into the elevator.

After washing and gargling, they lay on Miao Xiaohui's big bed together.

Shen Yuanyuan looked at Miao Xiaohui sideways and straightened his head with his hand: "I don't know how to persuade you, but it's unpredictable that life is old and dead."

"I understand." Her eyes were half closed, her long curly eyelashes were down, blocking the light of light red, and her eyes were dark and blue.

"Ah." Shen Yuanyuan sighed and gently rubbed Miao Xiaohui's shoulder: "don't think about anything. Have a good sleep. I promise I won't turn over and touch you."

"I'm not that coquettish." She opened her eyes and gave her a weak smile: "thank you for being with me. I feel much better."

"I know you are alone now, so let me accompany you. Your brother is very concerned about you, but I always feel that... "The last two words in his mouth didn't come out. Shen Yuanyuan wanted to say, it's over.

However, it's better to cut in on other people's family affairs.

Miao Xiaohui woke up several times in the night. Every time she woke up, Shen Yuanyuan knew it. He immediately got up and asked her, "do you want to go to the toilet, drink water, feel uncomfortable, do you want me to accompany you to the terrace for a breeze?"

The next day was still busy, and mother's funeral was arranged on the third day.

More guests came and the scene was grand.

Miao Xiaohui is like a walking corpse. If it wasn't for Shen Yuan and Mrs. Tang, she would have collapsed on the ground.

After the funeral, I should go back to Zhuang shengxiaomeng.

At noon in the hotel, it is to entertain the guests who come to mourn, but Miao Xiaohui is not strong enough, so she plans to go back first.

At the door, the Miao housekeeper came down from the car parked at the door and said, "Miss, if you don't feel well, we'll go home first."

Miao Xiaohui looked at the housekeeper: "if I don't go home, I will go back to Chuang Sheng Xiaomeng."

"But." The housekeeper was embarrassed and said, "the young master asked me to take you home."

"Mom's funeral is over." Miao Xiaohui has been in Miao's house for two nights, so it's time to go back.

Miao Zhimiao's voice came from behind: "mother is not here, isn't home yours?"

Miao Xiaohui looks back. Miao Zhimiao's body is covered with pure silk. There is a light fatigue between her eyebrows.

"Brother." Miao Xiaohui lowered her head and frowned slightly. She was very tired and didn't want to quarrel with Miao Zhimiao about this kind of thing: "I didn't mean that."

Miao Zhimiao walks up to Miao Xiaohui. She is full of sadness and helplessness. This breath envelops Miao Xiaohui and makes her breath stagnate.

"Xiaohui, can you stay at home till Mother's seventh day? I don't expect to be the first seven at least He spoke word by word very slowly, even with some prayers.

Miao Xiaohui's heart was suddenly hit hard, she did not consider this layer.

Looking up at Miao Zhimiao's bloodshot eyes and deep sunken eyes, she remembered that her mother was not only her own mother, but also Miao Zhimiao's mother.

In the past two days, she was just sad and crying. What she carried down was Miao Zhimiao.

But she is immersed in their own pain, regardless of his brother.

Feeling guilty, he nodded without hesitation: "well, I know."

"Well, why don't you go back with housekeeper Liu first?"

"Good." Miao Xiaohui looked up at him: "brother, don't drink. I know you are sad, but don't drink. It will hurt you. You haven't slept for several nights."

"I know." Miao Zhimiao gently pressed her shoulder: "go back first, I'll be back later."

Miao Xiaohui follows housekeeper Liu to the car, just as Tang Shaofeng's car comes and stops at the door.

Miao Xiaohui stops in front of his car. He comes out of the car and holds her hand: "get on the bus."

"Tang Shaofeng." She gently took her hand out of his palm: "I won't go back to Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng today."

Tang Shaofeng looked down at her and waited for her explanation.

"Mom, I'm going to stay at home until the end of the first seven."

Tang Shaofeng paused for a moment, then supported her arm, voice light: "I send you back."

"Well."

No matter Miao Xiaohui or Tang Shaofeng can refuse such a reason.

Lazily leaning on Tang Shaofeng's shoulder, the car drove them to the Miao family.

"Far away can accompany you." Holding Miao Xiaohui's hand, Tang Shaofeng said slowly.

"No, I have my own life. Besides, I will protect myself from the last time."

The man pecked her clean forehead and whispered, "I won't allow the same thing to happen again."

"Well." He went to his arms and closed his eyes.

The car drove directly into the Miao family and stopped at the gate of the mansion.

Housekeeper Liu's car also stopped, and then came forward to wait for Miao Xiaohui outside the car.

Tang Shaofeng got out of the car and opened the door for her. He looked down at Miao Xiaohui and said, "if you have anything, call me the first time."

"Well," she nodded, "there shouldn't be anything in my own home."

He would like to say that Miao Zhimiao is not trustworthy.

However, this sentence did not export.

Circle the woman and kiss her eyes: "go in, I won't go in."

"Well." Miao Xiaohui walks into the door with housekeeper Liu. Looking back, Tang Shaofeng leans on the body of the car. His black dress, the armbands he hasn't had time to take off from his sleeves, and his noble and lazy demeanor make it easy for Miao Xiaohui to think of the white dress he wore three days ago.

She took a deep breath, turned quickly and went into the hall.

His mask, still lying in the drawer of her room, had not been given to him that day.

But there is a long way to go.

Tidy up some things in mom's room and burn them to her on the first seven days.

Since her mother was hospitalized, she seldom went into her mother's room and occasionally asked the domestic servant to send her mother some clothes to change.

Part of the clothes in the closet are packed in bags.

And then in the dresser to pick up some of my mother's favorite jewelry, you can also burn to her.

People's death is like a lamp out. It's just a consolation to do this.

Everything in the room was almost cleaned up. Suddenly I remembered that my mother had a safe. I didn't know what was in it.

The safe is in the bedside table. It's very small.

I tried to use my birthday as a password, but it was really opened.

There are necklaces and rings that her father gave her before. She locks the safe when she is very precious. In fact, it may not be more valuable than her other jewelry, but the value in her heart is the first.

The others are some documents and so on. She took them out and looked through them.

Actually turned out a will for her, which was drawn up by her and her father.

Why do good people make wills when they are in good health?

Miao Xiaohui always thinks it's not very lucky.

She looked around and found that everything in the will had something to do with her.

The house, the Miao family, the assets, all these are 100% left to Miao Xiaohui.

She was a little puzzled, holding the will back and forth to see several times.

There was no mention of my brother in it.

It's strange that Miao Xiaohui's family property is part of her. She thinks it's normal, but she gives it all to her. She doesn't even mention her brother. This is very abnormal.

She looked carefully at the signature of the drafter, which was the handwriting of her father and mother.

Holding the will, I couldn't understand it. When I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of the door handle being turned at the door.

Put everything in the safe and close it.

After all this, he turned around and saw Miao Zhimiao come in from the door. When he came near Miao Xiaohui, he was slightly drunk.

"Brother." She stood up on the edge of the bed and said, "you're still drinking."

"A little bit." He went to Miao Xiaohui's face, his eyes were a little erratic, flickering light that Miao Xiaohui couldn't understand.

"Elder brother..." the following words haven't said, suddenly Miao Zhimiao stretched out a hand to embrace her.

Miao Xiaohui was stunned for a moment, and Miao Zhimiao hugged him more and more tightly. She reached out and patted him on the back gently: "brother, let me go first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

He turned a deaf ear to Miao Xiaohui and could hardly breathe.

Hand with a little bit of strength: "brother, you suffocate me."

He just released, but the arm still encircles her, imprisons her in his bosom.

Although they are brothers and sisters who grew up together, they are all adults now. It's always strange to hold each other like this.

Miao Xiaohui struggled hard: "brother, let me go first!"

"I feel bad, Xiao Hui." He bowed his head sadly, a drop of tears from the corner of his eyes down his beautiful face.

Miao Xiaohui stops struggling. Looking at Miao Zhimiao's tears, her heart is sour.

At his mother's funeral, Miao Zhimiao didn't cry, but he was indifferent and didn't show any expression on his face.

Miao Xiaohui also thinks that Miao Zhimiao's depression is too severe, for fear that he will suffocate.

But now I finally shed tears.

She stretched out her hand in his arms, gently wiped away his tears, and said slowly in a warm, cool and appropriate voice, "brother, you and me."

Huang cancan's fried chicken legs exude fragrance, which is the flavor of childhood.

Miao Zhimiao put a plate in front of Miao Xiaohui: "you haven't eaten much these days. You've lost weight."

She looked up at Miao Zhimiao and said with a smile, "it's delicious. Xu Ma's craftsmanship is still so good. She's still young."