Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Si Jinghuai nodded.

After seeing off Xia Zheng, Si Jinghuai looked back at the sleeping Yan Xia. Due to the effect of the medicine, Yan Xia was sleeping soundly.

But even so, the long eyelashes still tremble occasionally.

He looked like he wanted to cry.

Si Jinghuai took a sip and went to the bathroom. Not long after he finished washing up, he came out of the bathroom and had changed into a set of home clothes.

He lifted the quilt and got on the bed, and with his big hands, he took Yan Xia into his arms.

The little girl in her arms moved slightly, as if she was looking for a comfortable position.

After finding it, Yan Xia didn't move again and fell asleep quietly in Si Jinghuai's arms.

When he woke up again, the first ray of the morning sun filtered into the room through the gaps in the white curtains and fell on Yan Xia's closed eyes.

Yan Xia suddenly opened her eyes and stared at everything in front of her for a moment before she realized where she was.

She sat up from Si Jinghuai's arms.

As soon as she moved, Si Jinghuai woke up too.

Yan Xia belatedly discovered that Si Jinghuai was also beside him.

"Aren't I eating? Why did I fall asleep?"

"My grandpa..."

After hearing this, Si Jinghuai raised his eyebrows slightly and only answered Yan Xia's question: "Xia Zhen said last night that grandpa's funeral hall has been decorated."

"Just go over there when you wake up."

Yan Xia frowned: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

She rolled over and jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. After a brief wash, she went to the cloakroom and changed into a set of clothes.

When her grandfather passed away, she chose a black cheongsam without any jewelry.

There is no makeup on her palm-sized face.

Looking at her like this, she was much quieter than usual.

"I'll go over first, you can do your own thing." Yan Xia knew that Si Jinghuai was very busy.

Si Jinghuai turned over and got off the bed: "Isn't your grandpa also my grandpa? I'll go with you."

Just when Yan Xia wanted to stop him, Si Jinghuai got out of bed and went to the bathroom, but came out within ten minutes.

He was only wearing a black shirt and suit pants.

Black and dull, it gave him an indescribable sense of mystery when worn on him.

Yan Xia watched the corners of his lips move, but turned around and walked out without saying anything.

When they arrived at the mourning hall, everyone in the Xia family was there. When they saw Yan Xia, they only glanced back at her and then looked away.

Xia Zhen stood up and pointed to the two places next to him and said to Yan Xia, "You and Si Jinghuai should be right here."

You have to kneel at the wake.

Yan Xia glanced at Si Jinghuai and said, "Just give my grandpa a stick of incense."

The matter was not explained clearly, and Yan Xia really didn't want Si Jinghuai to be too involved with him.

After kneeling down to her grandfather, she always felt that if she couldn't get along with Si Jinghuai, her momentum would be reduced.

Unexpectedly, Si Jinghuai glanced at her lightly when he heard this, walked over and lit a stick of incense for Mr. Xia, then went straight to where Xia Zheng said and knelt down.

He was very imposing, and even though he was kneeling, he still gave people a sense of oppression.

Si Jinghuai's actions made everyone in the Xia family couldn't help but glance at him, with different expressions.

Seeing Si Jinghuai like this, Yan Xia couldn't say anything more, so she turned around and offered a stick of incense to Mr. Xia, then bent down and knelt beside Si Jinghuai.

The Xia family is also a well-known family in Mocheng, almost the same as when Mr. Si passed away.

Many people came to express their condolences. People were coming and going, but Yan Xia was not interested in watching.

He stared at the photo on Mr. Xia's mourning hall, a little dazed.

When people are sad, they can't help but have random thoughts. Yan Xia suddenly felt that maybe she had only a few relatives in her life.

It seems that you can never keep the people who love you.

She knelt on the ground, pinching the fabric of the cheongsam and gently twisting it with her fingers, but her eyes became increasingly hollow.

Everyone went to eat at noon. Xia Zheng asked Yan Xia and Si Jinghuai to eat together, but Yan Xia shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

It seems that when you are depressed, you don’t feel hungry.

Xia Yan happened to be passing by Yan Xia. When she heard this, she stared at Yan Xia and sneered: "People are dead, who can pretend to be so filial?"

Hearing this, Yan Xia raised his head and looked at her, his originally dull eyes tinged with anger.

Xia Yan sneered and was pulled away by her own mother.

Xia Zhen stood aside in silence for a moment, then turned to look at Si Jinghuai and gave him a look.

Si Jinghuai understood, turned to Yan Xia and said, "Then you should be careful alone, Xia Zhen and I will go out."

There was some concern in his usually deep voice.

It doesn't seem so cold anymore.

Yan Xia was noncommittal and raised his hand to add a piece of yellow paper to the brazier in front of him.

in the garden.

Xia Zheng looked at Si Jinghuai: "After tonight, you take Yan Xia back to the capital. I don't want to involve her in matters here."

Xia Zhen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, his usually elegant face showing a bit of anger.

Si Jinghuai glanced at him and sneered: "Why, as soon as the old man dies, are you ready to clean up the house?"

Xia Zhen took a puff of cigarette into his lungs and smiled bitterly: "In this situation where it's either you die or I live, if I don't do it, others will do it to me."

Mr. Xia had only died one night when he received news that the other houses were planning to jointly deal with him.

On the way to pay homage to the old man.

It's funny to say that they are obviously a wealthy family with good food and clothing, but all they have left at home and outside is only profit.

Xia Zhen didn't look as ruthless as Si Jinghuai did.

But after all, Mr. Xia personally trained him, and he is not sloppy or indecisive at all.

Si Jinghuai took a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it: "Okay."

"I will greet my people in Mocheng and let you do whatever you want."

Xia Zhen blew out a puff of smoke and lowered his head to glance at the scarlet cigarette butt.

"Thanks."

He didn't refuse.

When Si Jinghuai came in from outside not long ago, Yan Xia was kneeling on the futon in a daze.

He walked over and knelt down next to Yan Xia, and his eyes fell on the old man's photo: "Xia Zheng asked me to tell you to leave Mocheng tonight."

Yan Xia was stunned and turned to look at Si Jinghuai: "Why?"

So once the old man died, even Xia Zhen didn't want to have anything to do with the Xia family anymore?

Ah!

Yan Xia gave a wry smile, people are really realistic.

Si Jinghuai's eyebrows did not move, there was no unnecessary expression on his handsome face, and he spoke a few words calmly with his thin lips, but Yan Xia's expression changed.

"He wants to clean up the door. If you stay here, you will only become a hindrance to him."

"What?" Yan Xia didn't react for a while. When he reacted, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You mean...Xia Zhen wants to..."

Si Jinghuai glanced at her.

Although it was lunch time and there was no one in the mourning hall, there were still servants from the Xia family walking around outside the door.