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"I'll stay with you, Qingcheng." Shen Yao said.

Pei Zhijun just glanced at her with low eyes and coldly refused: "don't bother Miss Shen. We have more servants in Pei family."

"What Qingcheng needs is not a servant, but a friend's comfort. I will take good care of her." Shen Yao refutes it without hesitation.

"I think I still have the ability to take care of the city." Pei Zhijun holds Pei Qingcheng's hand in one hand, and points to the gate with the other: "housekeeper Liu, see off the guests."

Ye tired squint, Pei Qingcheng can see that he is trying to restrain.

When she raised her eyes again, she said softly: "tilt, you have a good rest. I'll come back tomorrow morning. You stay with your sister-in-law."

"Yes."

Pei Zhijun still refuses. Lin is tired and walks to the door. Shen Yao pulls Pei Qingcheng's hand out of Pei Zhijun's, takes her arm and says, "Qingcheng, I'll accompany you upstairs to have a rest."

A Pei family can't even tolerate a girl.

Pei Zhijun just frowned and told the housekeeper, "arrange a comfortable room for Miss Shen."

"Don't bother the housekeeper." "I'll sleep with Qingcheng tonight," Shen said with a shallow smile

"It's not suitable to sleep with people because of pregnancy." Pei Zhijun's tone was polite, but there was no temperature.

Shen far is neither humble nor arrogant: "I sleep honestly, will not move, otherwise I will sleep on the sofa."

"I want to have a room with you." Pei Qingcheng slowly opened his mouth and lifted his eyelids powerlessly: "brother, I think you still have the freedom to make friends?"

Speaking of this, Pei Zhijun also no longer said anything, just watched them walk into the elevator.

After washing up, they both lie on the broad bed of Pei Qingcheng.

Shen far away looked at Pei Qingcheng and straightened his head with his hands: "I don't know how to persuade you, but life is old and dead, which is unpredictable."

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

"Ah." Shen Yuan sighed and gently rubbed Pei Qingcheng's shoulder: "don't think about anything. Have a good sleep. I promise I won't turn around and meet you."

"I'm not that coquettish." She opened her eyes and weakly laughed at her: "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 Yao wanted to say it, passed.

However, it is better to cut in on family affairs.

Pei Qingcheng wakes up several times in the night. Every time she wakes up, Shen Yaoyao knows it. She immediately gets up and asks her, "do you want to go to the toilet? Do you want to drink water? Is it uncomfortable? Do you want me to accompany you to the terrace to blow the wind?"

She took a deep breath and turned into the hall.

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

However, there is a long way to go.

Arrange some things in mom's room and burn them to her on the day of the first seven.

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

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

Then, in the dresser, clean up some jewelry that mom used to like, and you can burn it to her.

People die like the lights go out, so doing this is just to comfort ourselves.

Almost all the things in the room have been cleaned up. I suddenly think of my mother and a safe. I don't know what is inside.

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

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

There are necklaces and rings that her father gave her before. She locks the safe, which is not necessarily more valuable than her other jewelry, but the value in her heart is the first.

She took out other documents at random.

Unexpectedly, she turned out a will, which was drawn up by her and her father.

Why do good people draw up wills when they are in good health?

Pei Qingcheng always felt that it was not very auspicious.

She looked through it at random, only to find that everything in the will was related to her.

The house, Pei family, assets, all these are 100% left to Pei Qingcheng.

She looked over and over with her will several times.

There's not a word about my brother.

It's very strange that there is a part of Pei Qingcheng's family property. She thinks it's normal, but she gives it all. She doesn't even mention her brother. It's very abnormal.

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

Holding the will, I couldn't understand. When I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of door handle being turned from the door.Put everything in the safe and close it.

After all this, he turned around to see Pei Zhijun walk in from the door. When he approached Pei Qingcheng, he was slightly drunk.

"Brother." She stood up on the edge of the bed: "you still drink."

"A little bit." He walked to Pei Qingcheng, his eyes slightly flickered, flashing light that Pei Qingcheng could not understand.

"Brother..." the following words have not yet said, suddenly Pei Zhijun stretched out his hand to embrace her.

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

He turned a deaf ear and could hardly breathe.

A little strength on the hand: "brother, you are boring me."

He just let go, but the arm still encircles her, imprisons her in his arms.

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

Pei Qingcheng struggled for a moment: "brother, you first let me go!"

"I'm miserable. I'm falling." He bowed his head in sorrow, and a tear fell down his beautiful face from the corner of his eyes.

Pei Qingcheng stopped struggling, looking at Pei Zhijun's tears, his heart was sour.

At her mother's funeral, Pei Zhijun didn't cry, but she was indifferent. She couldn't see a trace of expression on her face.

Pei Qingcheng also felt that Pei Zhijun was repressed too much, for fear that he would suffocate.

But now I finally shed tears.

She stretched out her hand in his arms, gently wiped away his tears, and said slowly with a warm and proper voice: "brother, you still have me."

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