The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

Deng Wenwen still wants to catch up, but he was stopped by Amo who was on the side -

"Mr. Xi Lao, the deceased is big. If there is anything, please let me know after the funeral."

Amo dropped such a sentence, nodded to the several black bodyguards beside him, and several talents kept up with the footsteps of the curtain mountain.

Looking at the figure that was on the side of the curtain, Deng Wenwen's face was unusually gloomy. Yue Yansi's face was pale, and Xi Xinyi still had a gloomy expression on his face, but his eyes were shimmering with a dull light.

"Grandma... I didn't expect Grandpa to call her sister behind..."

Xi Xinyi suddenly fell a little crying. "In the end, I still didn't see Grandpa... Dad, he..."

"It must have been something to say to the monk, Mom, don't forget the property rights of the West Garden and the property rights of several plots in the east of the city."

Yue Yusi took a deep breath and suppressed the panic of the bottom of his heart, whispering.

Deng Wenwen took a breath. "This matter waits for your dad's funeral and then finds a lawyer to find out. It should be still there."

After dropping such a sentence, Deng Wenwen also left the ward.

......

After a few days, the mood of Xi Xia was very bad, and the whole person was quickly pale.

The funeral was directly handed over to Li Si and Amo, who were responsible for it. The memorial service was on the third day after Xi Jiyang left, and Xi Xia and Mu Xiaochen passed.

Xi Jiyang's official position was not small, so there were many people who came to mourn. Although Li Si and others also asked for a low-key treatment, many of their comrades-in-arms friends and colleagues came over.

Also includes Mu Tangchuan.

......

When Shen Wenna knew that Xi Jiyang had died, it was on the day when Xi Jiyang was buried. Shen Yue told her.

"Well, people are dead, and nothing feels so sad. I also let you know about the divorce of Ximushan. If you were not too strong, you wouldn't be like this."

Shen Yue looked at Shen Wenna, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes on the inaccurate focal length, and sighed.

"Right, Ximushan and the woman of the Yue family are also divorced... I talked to me about the dust that day. I know why you have been reluctant to accept other men these years. In fact, you are still thinking about this mix. Account, Wenna, I hate iron now, you know it!"

"He has been able to die for a hundred years. How can these accounts be counted in these years? I know that Ah Chen is still taking care of him. Now that people are dead, Ximu Mountain is also separated. There should be no worries. These women It’s time to pack it up, and this angry man can’t swallow it!”

Shen Yue saw Shen Wenna’s empty eyes, and her heart hurt, and the chest could not help but float a burst of fire!

Shen Wenna has not spoken, and the beautiful face has a slight sneer and uncontrollable sorrow. This scene has naturally been absorbed.

"How is summer dust and Ash?"

I don't know how long it took, Shen Wenna asked this faintly.

"The old man was not bad for the summer night. He went so far. The girl in the summer night couldn’t stand it. Listening to the child said that the girl had a lot of squats and her mood was very bad. I hope that Ah Dust can accompany her out of this. Haze."

Shen Yue sighed and couldn’t help but sighed. "I saw a very tough spirit in the past few days. I didn’t have it, but some suddenly. I just worried that the summer night is too sad, and next month. They are going to have a wedding."

"There is a dust, she will be fine... Is today the funeral of Xi Jiyang?"

Shen Wenna was silent for a moment, only to say faintly.

"Well, it is today, otherwise you can come over and see you in these few days."

"Where is he buried?"

"you……"

When Shen Wenna was asked, Shen couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

Shen Wenna took a sigh of relief, and some stunned. "If a person dies, maybe the grievances can be settled. In fact, I should also worship in the past. Dad, let the son prepare for the car." By the way, I have to look at the summer night, I don't trust."

Shen Wenna said, she had already supported her cane and stood up slowly.

Shen Yue sighed...

Some look at Shen Wenna in a complicated way. He knows his daughter too well. I am afraid, besides going to worship to see the summer night, is it because I want to see that person?

They have all been bruised and bruised. Why are you still close to the heart?

......

Xi Jiyang was buried in the Xishan Mausoleum. It was buried in the sky. It was raining, not big. It was such a pattering rain. People couldn’t stand the umbrella for a while and still wet their shoulders.

On the parking space on the lower side of the cemetery, Xi Xia night and Mu Xiaochen were all black clothes coming down from the car. Li Si and another black bodyguard immediately greeted the two **** umbrellas.

"Young master, little lady!"

Li Si handed a bouquet of white daisies to Xia Xia, and slowly reached out in the summer night. The sunglasses on her face covered her faint red eyes.

"Go."

Mu Xiaochen pulled her and walked up the ladder above. Li Si and a few black bodyguards followed him.

Here is a large cemetery where countless dead souls are buried.

No matter how glorious it is before life, after death, it is just buried under the land of this inch, and life is just that.

Going up the high ladder, going through the piece of gloomy black tombstone, the couple came to the grave of Xi Jiyang.

At this time, Deng Wenwen Yue Yusi and others were already standing in front of the tombstone. Of course, there were Han family members. Xi Xinyi cried his eyes, relying on Han Yifeng on the side, and Yue Yusi was holding Deng Wenwen.

Seeing Mu Xiaochen and Xi Xia night, a group of people came over, Deng Wenwen, several people are looking at the subconscious, and Xi Xia night and Mu Xiaochen have stopped in front of the tombstone.

Xi Xia night silently looked at the gray photo of Xi Jiyang on the tombstone. Under the sunglasses, the pair of clear and slightly traces of fever, watching for a long time, she took a sigh of relief, bending over the white in the arms The daisy was placed in front of the gravestone of Xi Jiyang.

"Mom, let's go back first."

Yue Yusi regained his gaze and looked at Xi Jiyang's photo. When Deng Wenwen's face was pale, he opened his mouth and said that he would turn Deng Wenwen around.

Han Yifeng looked at Xi Xia night and looked at Mu Xichen, and the thin lips moved. However, he did not say anything. He took a breath and turned away. The secretary Wang, who was holding an umbrella behind him, quickly went up. .

"Yi Feng!"

Xi Xinyi sucked her nose, wiped a tear, and refused anything, but also caught up with Han Yifeng.