Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

What can I do in the future?

Ye Liya almost gushed out her old blood, so fast.

Face beating, Ji Liangchuan, you're cruel enough!

Ye Liya's face instantly turned pig liver color, and her hand holding the mobile phone couldn't help clutching tightly.

That's outrageous!

Pop!

The phone was disconnected.

The financial department also expected this result.

Elia was dizzy with anger. If the servant hadn't held her head, she would have fallen down the stairs.

"Are you all right, madam?"

"Go away!"

Ye Liya looks like Venus, which is the first time she has been so angry since she married Ji's family.

What he was most angry about was her husband's attitude towards her, which really hurt her heart.

"Xia Zhu, hang up?" The financial sister has a helpless face. She can't afford to offend the red man around Ji Liangchuan, Xia Chen.

Ye Liya won't give her a good face in the future!

Her attitude is very pious. After all, she still lives.

"Well done. I'll go first."

"Slow down!"

Xia Chen reported the matter to Ji Liangchuan when she went out.

"Well, I have something to deal with tomorrow. "Keep an eye on you!"

"Good!"

Xia Chen didn't dare to say too much. It sounds that his mood is not generally bad!

Ji Liangchuan looked at the wind and snow outside the window. He closed his eyes tired and his whole body was like falling apart.

He hasn't closed his eyes for two days and nights. At the moment of closing his eyes, sleepiness soon hit him and fell into the dark.

The bodyguard outside the car looked at his husband and waited quietly.

At this time, Nangong orange is waiting for Ji Liangchuan to come back in LANWAN villa.

Her lips were covered with dry skin, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked haggard.

The undertaker had settled everything long ago. He cremated the small ashes and put them in the hall according to Ji Liangchuan's instructions.

"Madam, I beg your pardon. The past has passed away. You should take care of your body.

Young master, it's very sad to see you so sad. "

Nangong orange looked up at the middle-aged man standing opposite, dressed in overalls; Wearing myopia, he looks very gentleman and gentle.

"Will you?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's a tradition of our country to respect the young master. " The undertaker said respectfully.

He has been in this industry for many years and has long been indifferent to life and death.

In particular, the premature death of children is a fatal blow to a family. What's more, children are the lifeblood of families like the Ji family.

Nangong orange is trying to digest this fact. Her child has long been gone. Now it's just a small skeleton.

"I see. You do it!"

"Yes, madam."

Nangong orange pushed away the help of the servant. Her back was thin and terrible. Straight back told her that all this was the past.

Everything is the past!

But she can't get through!

Nangong orange collapsed, and she didn't have a good rest. The excessive sadness made her suddenly dark in front of her eyes and fell down.

"Come on, come on, madam fainted..." the servant carried it back to the bedroom, and then the family doctor came in a panic.

"Don't go, don't go..."

Nangong orange kept shouting don't go. He waved his hands in the air and didn't wake up.

"Madam, it's all right. You go out." The family doctor dismissed the servant and the housekeeper. He sat down and watched the nonsense Nangong orange.

There was a dead silence in the hall. In the middle of the hall was a pricey coffin; Not even a picture, let people come from sadness.

The housekeeper stayed in the hall and looked at the door from time to time. Mr. hasn't come back yet.