Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"Grandpa, I won't agree with it anyway!" Jiang Yu's voice has become somewhat sharper, "Have you understood?"

The old man's face twitched, and it seemed that Jiang Yu dared to talk to him in such a tone, but when he saw Jing Tong with a pale and trance-like look, he still converged his anger. Entered the envelope, "Well, we will talk about this later."

Jiang Yu reached out to him: "Both suicide notes should be kept by Jing Tong."

The old man glanced at him, and he didn't argue with him. He even sent the suicide note with an envelope to Jiang Yu, and then looked at Jing Tong: "Girl, you are sad and changeable. You have the opportunity to persuade Jiang Yu. The matter is here, yet It's better to fight for the best interests, otherwise, wouldn't your father's efforts be in vain."

Jing Tong shuddered and hugged the suicide note, but Jiang Yu was annoyed: "Grandpa!"

The old man glanced at him and left with the guards surrounded, leaving them temporarily in the office.

Jiang Yu picked up Jing Tong and put her on the chair, crouching down to look at her: "Don't take the old man's words to heart."

It was probably really angry, and Jiang Yu even became less respectful.

Jing Tong couldn't care about the attitude of the old man at this time. She shook her head gently and took the suicide note from the sealed bag with both hands shaking, and then opened it.

Seeing the familiar handwriting and title, her eyes were hot again.

"Tongtong, when you saw this letter, your father must have died. It is a pity that my father must make this decision. In fact, he should have done this after his father’s work was exposed. It’s just my father. Too cowardly, still thinking about the opportunity to reunite with my good-nature..."

Jing Tong couldn't see it anymore when she saw this place. She slammed her suicide note in her arms, and burst into tears in Jiang Yu's arms.

Jiang Yu hugged her tightly, constantly calling her name and kissing the top of her head, but didn't say much.

"This is Dad's handwriting..." Jing Tong choked out, "I'll sign it..."

Jiang Yu sighed lowly: "Okay."

...

Jingyuan’s affairs were handled in a very low-key manner. After all, as long as Jingyuan had fallen, his relatives and friends had almost dispersed. Except Jingtong, no one cared about Jingyuan’s life and death. So Jing Tong did not hold a funeral. After getting her father's ashes, she bought a cemetery and buried her. She personally wrote an epitaph for her father and set up a tombstone.

After doing all this, she stayed alone in front of the tombstone for a long time, until Jiang Yu took her home forcibly.

She trancely remembered that today is the day of the election.

In the past two days, she discarded all outside information and did not pay attention to the election process, so I don’t know if Jiang Yu and Grandpa Jiang finally disputed the outcome, but after returning to Jiangzhai, she looked hoarsely at the men around her. : "You shouldn't be here at this time..."

"Where should I be when I'm not here?" He touched her thin, pale face and sighed low, "You haven't eaten well in two days."

Jing Tong grinned reluctantly: "I just lost weight, didn't I...I've always felt like I'm fat recently..."

Jiang Yu hugged her distressedly: "I hope you don't lose weight. You look better when you are fat."

Jing Tong's lips moved, but said nothing.