Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

Looking up at the sky, the sky is dark, the wind cold to blow past, as if it is about to rain.

Qin Ran Ran Ran no longer stopped. She walked quickly to the side of the road and took a taxi to leave. Before she got home, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Xing Rushi looked at the drizzle outside and felt indescribable. Looking at Wang Liping, who was squatting in front of the funeral hall and burning paper money, she walked over a few steps.

Two children also squat beside Wang Liping, their eyes red, looking at is very painful.

All the furniture in the living room has been moved to another room. There is a large area in this time and space. You can see the portrait of Xing Zhengqian when you enter the door.

Yesterday, after Wang Liping woke up in the hospital, she put forward the idea of setting up a funeral hall for Xing Zhengqian.

Even if Xing Zhengqian was wrong, she died after all. Besides, she couldn't be so cruel, so she agreed.

After returning home, I simply told the two children about it. Although the two children never felt the warmth of Xingzheng money, they still agreed to it. They also said that they were grateful to their grandfather for making mummy born in this world. They must send grandfather away.

Looking at the appearance of the two children, in an instant, Xing Rushi was so relieved.

No matter what Xing Zhengqian once did to apologize to her, he was the father who gave her life. How could he really hate him? At the beginning of the mood is just resentment.

In the dim eyes of tears, it seems that she saw the scene of her childhood again. At that time, she rolled down the stairs, and Xing Zhengqian carried her all the way to the hospital. She covered her wound and did not dare to give up, for fear that she would lose too much blood.

Thinking of her childhood affairs, Xing Rushi's heart is more remorse. If she helped Xing Zheng repay the ten million yuan, maybe he would not die.

When Wang Huiming and his parents opened the door and came in, they saw that the four were all in plain clothes. Only the black yarn between the sleeves was black enough to make people feel heavy.

Xing Rushi several people heard the voice turn their heads and look at Wang Huiming and his party standing at the door.

Because the door was opened, the white cloth on the wall moved slightly when several people's eyes met, and the air was filled with an indescribable sadness.

Three people stepped forward slowly in front of Xing Zhengqian's spiritual throne, worshipped three times before they came to Xing Rushi and handed the flowers to her.

"If you are too sad, he will not be at ease below."

As soon as the words came out, Wang Liping became more and more sad. When she looked at the portrait of Xing Zhengqian, her eyes were full of sadness.

The two children seemed to be aware of their grandmother's sadness and began to sob in a low voice.

Wang's father glanced at the portrait of Xing Zheng Qian and sighed a little. If he knew it, he would regret the decision to leave their mother and son behind.

"Thank you." Although Xing Rushi's eyes are red, she is much calmer than Wang Liping. She takes the flowers from Wang Huiming and nods stiffly.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you."

Wang Huiming looked at Xing Rushi's appearance and sighed with regret. If Uncle Xing had an accident, he would have stayed with her.

Xing Rushi shakes his head and signals Wang Huiming that she is OK. Unexpectedly, he feels more distressed when he sees her like this.

Wang Huiming touched xingrushi's hair, took one side of the black gauze and pinned it to her sleeve, standing beside her. He was really worried about her.

"I'm fine. Thank you, brother Huiming

Xing Rushi smiles at him, but because of his heavy heart, he seems to be laughing bitterly.

Wang Huiming told Xing Rushi not to care, with her to receive relatives and friends who came back to mourn.

Looking at groups of people walking in front of her, Wang Liping's heart became more and more heavy, and she fainted again. The two children's tears pattered down and pulled Wang Liping's hand to wake her up.

Tears also gathered in Xing Rushi's eyes. She almost fell down, but was held by Wang Huiming.

They helped Wang Liping to the room to have a rest, and the two children stayed by Wang Liping's bed.

After Xing Rushi and Wang Huiming went out, they turned around and looked at the two children. They couldn't tell what it was like. It's cruel for such a small child to experience such a thing.

Looking at Xing Rushi's appearance, Wang Huiming doesn't know whether he should tell her what he knows.

When Xing Rushi saw Wang Huiming's appearance, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was a little more pure and bright than before.

"Brother Huiming, just say what you have to say."

Wang Huiming gave a dull answer. He resented her cleverness. If she could be a little bit dull, at least she would not be more sad at this time.