The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Xing Jiu'an saw the little girl sticking to the little boy, and heard her voice softly calling each other.

It's the brother of Nine Difficulties.

But...who is the Nine Difficulties?

Xing Jiuan in the dream frowned, wanting to find the answer. But how could she find it so easily.

She seemed to be in trouble, trying to find a way out but couldn't escape.

Later, the dream changed gradually.

Once again changed back to the previous life.

Xing Jiu'an is not a person who can let things go, otherwise, she wouldn't have been seen as a different person until now.

Mu Qing and the others are more cautious towards her.

However, what she dreamed of this time was not the pain, it was more like what happened after she died.

Xing Jiu'an's funeral was very grand, and many people came.

They wore black clothes and white silk flowers on their chests.

Xing Jiuan seemed to be floating among them, watching their pain, but no one could see her.

She was in it, but she was separated from them by life and death.

She walked aimlessly in it. This was her funeral, and she was still a little curious.

It was raining outside, it was raining heavily, it seemed like water was pouring down from the sky, it was smashing, heavy and depressing.

Just like Xing Jiu'an's funeral at this time.

Her funeral was held in her own manor.

It was on a mountain that Xing Jiu'an bought at the beginning to provide Master for the elderly.

She looked at it and wondered, did the master of the previous life come to live here for a while?

She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she didn't know.

She listened to them saying one name after another, and she remembered each of her identities.

Going forward is the center.

She took a deep breath and walked over.

Brothers, sisters, brothers, sisters, they kneel in front of Xing Jiu'an's tombstone. They are obviously the pride of the sky. They are enviable identities wherever they are placed. .

Xing Jiuan quickly saw Mu Qing.

She was still a little sad.

Before I died, I didn't hear the brother say forgive me either.

Some...not reconciled.

She cautiously leaned over and looked at Mu Qing with her eyes open. The brother's eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, his face was pale, depressed and depressed, as if he would collapse at some point.

Xing Jiuan squatted beside Mu Qing, although she knew that Mu Qing could not touch her, could not hear her voice, and did not know that she was here, she was cautiously separated a part of the distance, but did not make a sound.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Apologize for all her willfulness.

Someone came from the manor.

Xing Jiu'an's ashes were buried in this manor, arranged by the master.

Master Ming is in very good health. He can take Xing Jiu'an uphill and climb trees with him in his fifties, and he can easily subdue a fierce wolf...

The current master is old and tired, as if suddenly lost his energy.

Xing Jiuan ran a few steps, stopped not far in front of the master, and knelt directly on the ground. She was not filial because she did not report her kindness.

When the master came out, a senior brother and sister stepped forward to help.

The old man waved his hand to prevent them from touching.

He walked to the tombstone of Xing Jiu'an and sat down slowly.

"It's a stubborn temper. I'm just talking angry. You really feel that I don't want you anymore. If you don't go home for so long, you won't come to the master if you are wronged..."

"You don't say anything, who knows you are suffering."