Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

Zhang Xiaoru is still injured and can't cry for too long.

Su Hongshan patted her back. She was heartache and worried: "well, Xiaoru, don't cry. You still have injuries. If you cry again, the wound will crack. When you see her, you should worry again."

Mrs. Rong also came after her. She wiped her tears in silence and listened to Su Hongshan's words, she also stepped forward to support Zhang Xiaoru's shoulder and comforted her in a soft voice:

"yes, Xiaoru will cry for a while to vent her anger. The deceased is dead. Your body is important. Besides, you still have a mother to take care of."

Xiaoru Meng Xiaoru, she needs to cry tomorrow

Mr. Zhang is gone, and the life of the living will continue.

When Zhang Xiaoru finally stopped, she had been helped into the room by all the people and sat down.

She leaned back on the chair, took Su Hongshan's hand, and sobbed:

"in fact, I have guessed in my heart these days. That day, Meng Wenyan was absent all day. When he came back, his eyes dodged. The people of the Meng family did not mention my father any more. I knew at that time that... My father and he... Wuwuwuwu... Sister Hongshan, I have no father ”

at the end of the cry, it was even more eye-catching.

Even Su Hongshan couldn't help but red eyes. She didn't know how to comfort her friend who had just lost her family.

She opened her mouth, and finally failed to speak. She just let Zhang Xiaoru grasp her hand and accompany her silently.

There was a moment of silence in the room, only Zhang Xiaoru choked and suppressed crying.

"I don't cry. I can't cry. You're right. I have my mother to take care of." Zhang Xiaoru reached out to wipe her tears, but she could not wipe them dry.

Dare to erase, the tears in the eyes will overflow.

"You have to think about it. If you want to tell Aunt Yue, he may not be able to stand it." Said Su Hongshan.

Zhang Xiaoru didn't know whether she heard it, but nodded her head.

The atmosphere in the room was so dull that Su Hongshan was not a very comforting person. All she could do now was to accompany her in silence.

Madame Rong went out. When she came in later, she followed her servant girl and carried a basin of water.

"Xiaoru, wash your face first."

"Well." Zhang Xiaoru choked to stand up, went to wash his face, but just took a step, the whole person a soft fell down.

Meng Wenyan helped her and didn't let her fall to the ground.

Su Hongshan is also busy to give her pulse.

"What's wrong with her?" Meng Wenyan asked anxiously.

"It's OK. It's just that the mood is too big, and there's a wound on the body. It's OK to go back and have a good rest."

After listening to Su Hongshan's words, Meng Wenyan was relieved.

He took Zhang Xiaoru in his arms and said to Mrs. Rong and Su Hongshan, "Madam Rong, Mrs. Han, I'll take her back first. You can rest assured that I'll comfort her. If my aunt comes tomorrow, I'll take her to your house."

Su Hongshan and Mrs. Rong watched Meng Wenyan leave with Zhang Xiaoru in his arms. They both felt tears silently with red eyes.

Mrs. Rong said to Su Hongshan, "you have a lot of things to do. You don't have to worry about Mrs. Zhang. I'll arrange it tomorrow."

Su Hongshan nodded and left with a heavy heart.

Mrs. Rong watched Su Hongshan leave, her feet were soft, and her strength seemed to be emptied at once.