Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

It's Madam Jiang.

Zhan Beixiao was the first to react and raised his hand. Qi Bei and others rushed forward and took down the intruder.

Jiang Zi loosened the switch and looked at Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang's eyes were distracted, her lips curled up, as if she wanted to say something.

He walked over, squatted down almost mechanically, and supported Mrs. Jiang.

"Jiang Xun."

Mrs. Jiang looked at her son's face and smiled: "This time, Mom didn't hurt you."

"What happened before, I was wrong, I was wrong——"

Bai Yangyang was right, she didn't hate Guan Xiaoxiao.

She just hated that Guan Xiaoxiao got Jiang Xun's unique favor, and even got the sincerity that she couldn't get, so she wanted to drag Guan Xiaoxiao into hell, and feel the danger of the world with her.

But he forgot that Guan Xiaoxiao is not someone else.

Someone her son likes.

When she was in Biannan, she almost died several times, but she survived.

Jiang Xun burst into tears: "You shouldn't have blocked the gun for me—"

"Jiang Xi, mom shouldn't have done that before. Mom apologizes to you. I shouldn't have forced you to go back to Jiang's house. It was I who made you suffer so much. Mom knows it's wrong."

Mrs. Jiang choked with sobs: "Mom apologizes for what happened before."

"It's okay, it's okay, Mom, I'll take you to the hospital, and I'll take you away now." Jiang Xun picked her up and found that she had lost a lot of weight.

Mrs. Jiang used to have a very good figure, but now, there is only a handful of bones left.

Mrs. Jiang took his hand: "Don't bother, I don't want anything now, you are fine."

Jiang Zi knelt on the spot.

"You are married, mother is happy."

Mrs. Jiang looked at Guan Xiaoxiao, who had a complicated expression.

"I apologize to you for what happened before. My son will be handed over to you in the future. Please treat him well."

Guan Xiaoxiao muttered, for a long while: "I know."

Mrs. Jiang took a deep look at Jiang Zun, then closed her eyes, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Jiang Zun hugged Mrs. Jiang, choked up with sobs.

Guan Xiaoxiao turned his head to the side.

A good wedding banquet killed people, and the guests present left in an orderly manner.

Father Jiang had Mrs. Jiang taken away, and organized the funeral. Jiang Xun knelt on the spot, his hands were stained with blood——

Guan Xiaoxiao walked up to him, squatted down, held his hand with her skirt in her hand: "Jiang Xi, don't be too sad, we still need to deal with Mrs. Jiang's funeral, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xun pulled her into his arms, "Let me hug you."

Guan Xiaoxiao couldn't have any feelings for Mrs. Jiang. Hearing this, she didn't move. She pressed his small hand on his back and patted him gently.

When Mrs. Jiang passed away suddenly, Jiang's father organized the funeral.

As the person in charge of the Jiang family, Jiang Chi was not too embarrassed, and gave Mrs. Jiang the last face.

After returning from the wedding scene, Jiang Xun locked himself in the bedroom and never came out.

Guan Xiaoxiao tried to comfort her.

There was no response.

In the end, she simply moved a bench and sat at the door of the bedroom with a thin blanket on her body, quietly accompanying him.

Her parents passed away very early, and she couldn't get over the pain for many years after they left.

Madam Jiang's departure was a great blow to Jiang Xun, especially Madam Jiang died for him.

Guan Xiaoxiao didn't dare to imagine how uncomfortable he was, and could only accompany him as much as possible.

……

The news of Mrs. Jiang's death spread, and the entire imperial capital avoided it.

Jiang's father had the funeral arranged, and when he returned to Jiang's house, Jiang Chi was in the living room with steaming tea in front of him.

He looked indifferent, without any hatred, nor the so-called sense of pleasure after a big revenge was avenged.

Father Jiang slowed down, "Ah Chi, are you going to the funeral?"

"I still remember, when my mother passed away, you went on honeymoon with her, and you didn't even attend the funeral, what did she say?"

Jiang Chi smiled meaningfully: "I remembered, she said, divorced is a stranger, why attend the funeral?"

These words were like a sword in the chest, forcing him to not even stand still.

"Since I'm a stranger, why should I go to her funeral?"

Jiang Chi's indifferent face hides a monstrous hatred.

"I……"

Father Jiang tried to explain.

"I know, it's difficult to control yourself, and you have to do it... But this can cover up the truth about your cheating in marriage?" Jiang Chi hated Jiang's father.

He obviously has a family, but he refuses to accept it.

Being promiscuous, forcing the proud mother to commit suicide step by step.

In the end, he even allowed Mrs. Jiang to come to show off, forcing her mother to death——

Father Jiang's face was pale, feeling ashamed spontaneously.

"She's dead, don't hold grudges—"

"Don't worry, I won't interfere in the funeral, and I won't treat Jiang Xun badly. You can enjoy your old age peacefully."

Jiang Chi got up slowly, turned over the teacup in his hand, and the tea was all over the floor: "I have packed my things, and I will move out of Jiang's house from now on, you can do it yourself."

These years, he should have left the Jiang family long ago.

But he didn't want to see Mrs. Jiang proud, so he just stayed at Jiang's house.

It's time to go.

This place used to be his favorite place, but now it is the place he hates the most.

Every time he stood here, he would think of his mother's life, and think of Mrs. Jiang's arrogance and arbitrariness in renovating this villa... As for Jiang's father, he has no expectations.

Father Jiang felt stuck in his throat: "Ah Chi—"

"In the future, if it's not necessary, you don't need to contact me anymore. The annual dividends will be given to you on time. Let's go here, father and son."

Jiang Chi left.

Jiang's father fell down on the sofa. He covered his face and regretted it for the first time. If he hadn't messed around outside back then, maybe his wife and son were still there...

He braced his face and was speechless for a long time.

……

On the day of Mrs. Jiang's funeral.

It rained heavily.

Jiang Xun walked out of the bedroom, and Guan Xiaoxiao was leaning on the bench, sleeping in an awkward position.

She was still wearing the previous long skirt and a thin blanket, revealing a pair of fair legs.

Jiang Zun walked over and picked her up.

"You came out?"

Guan Xiaoxiao immediately opened her eyes and hugged Jiang Xun: "Are you okay?"

Jiang Xun reluctantly hooked his lips: "To be honest, it's not very good."

In the past few days, the image of Mrs. Jiang being shot and what she said before leaving kept flashing through his mind.

Guan Xiaoxiao got down from his arms and looked at him.

Without eating or drinking for a few days, Jiang Xun was visibly haggard with the naked eye, and the blue shadow under his eyes was even more obvious.

Guan Xiaoxiao held his hand: "I know you're not good, if you can't hold on, the funeral—"

It can be another day.

Or may not attend.

"No, I have to see my mother for the last time."

Jiang Xun shook his head, his eyes became more gloomy: "I'm sorry, my mother treated you very badly before and did a lot of wrong things, and I want you to accompany me to the funeral..."

He is well aware that the conflict between Mrs. Jiang and Guan Xiaoxiao cannot be resolved.

She is not the Virgin, and neither is he.

He continued to cut blood ties.

Guan Xiaoxiao can understand his thoughts: "I have lost my parents, I can understand how you feel now, Jiang Xun, to be honest, I still hate Mrs. Jiang, I will never forgive her in my life, and it is impossible for me to forgive her. .”

"But it was also her who saved your life, and I thank her."