My Third Gentleman

Chapter 677 Regret (1)

Wushuang was startled, and quickly relieved. Although his voice was hoarse, it was very soft, "I have Mr. Mu, I am not afraid."

"Mr. Mu is afraid, Wushuang, do you have to know it well? You are not good, and Mr. Mu is not good anymore."

Wushuang pursed his lips, only the word "good" dropped low, and he closed his eyes in Mu Jinchen's arms and fell asleep peacefully. It was just now that Mu Jinchen dared to really close his eyes.

The wind and rain outside didn't mean to stop at all, while Xia Ziwei stayed alone in the hospital all night. After seeing Xia Jinrong's body, she remained in a sluggish state, sitting motionless on a chair outside the morgue.

She couldn't figure out how, how honest and honest her kind father, how could it be gone?

If there is anyone in her Xia Ziwei's life who treats her unconditionally and wholeheartedly, Xia Jinrong is definitely the first to bear the brunt. She has not yet been able to accept this fact.

The quiet corridor was empty and terrifyingly gloomy. All of a sudden, her father passed away and her mother disappeared. She cried all night at the violent storm outside the window, her tears ran out but she didn’t know who to call. She could tell who, She couldn't do anything by herself, nothing, she knew for the first time that it was such a terrible thing that people betrayed.

At this moment, her mobile phone rang with an information alert tone. She was about to slide a look, but there was a call coming in. There was no caller ID. She looked like a foreign number, she was amazed, guessing it was probably Liu Yun called and quickly picked it up.

Before she could speak, she spoke up on the other end of the phone, "Weiwei, I just sent you a bank card number, please go inside and give me money, I don’t have much money now, and I will be sleeping on the street soon. Yes, you first call me the 100 million in the check, and I will ask you for it after I have spent it."

Xia Ziwei held back her breath and tried her best to adjust her emotions, "Mom, did you go to my dad today?"

"How do you know? They're looking for you? I just returned to Xia Yuan to get our passbook and marriage certificate. By the way, I also took out Xia Yuan's real estate certificate. Let me see how he divorced me. The dead ghost was still chasing after him, but fortunately I threw him away witty."

Liu Yun seemed to feel that she had done a great thing, and said triumphantly to Xia Ziwei.

Xia Ziwei closed her eyes, a sneer evoked from the corner of her lips, she couldn't believe her mother was such a person.

"Dad is dead, you know? What the **** did you do to him? Dad is dead! He really became the dead ghost in your mouth! Are you satisfied?"

Xia Ziwei cried and roared, her voice echoing in the deserted corridor, lonely and sad, tears that thought she was streaming came out again.

"What are you talking about? Your father is dead? How could he die? Did you lie to me? He was so good when he chased me?"

"Yeah, how could he die, how could he die? He is only in his fifties, and there are still a lot of days to pass in his life. I want to ask you how he died? Mom, tell me honestly, Did you hit him! Did you hit Dad to death!"

Xia Ziwei roared, her dry throat with tearing pain, but she was suppressed all night, and she didn't know how to vent her grief.

(End of this chapter)