My Third Gentleman

Chapter 682 Funeral (4)

Su Ran realized that her stubbornness could make Wushuang feel a little better, and she also put away the unhappiness in her heart and returned to her usual appearance.

Wushuang's heart warmed right now, and it was helpless for her uncle to go to Bliss early. She was fortunate to have a husband like Mu Jinchen, a girlfriend like Su Ran, and so many people who loved her, so she should have no regrets.

No one’s life can be smooth, or a life without regrets is not a complete life. Although such regrets are very painful, you must also force yourself to accept them. The dead are dead, and the living should be stronger. .

After being sad for a day and night, after burning one, I feel a lot clearer.

Since Su Ran deliberately transferred her grief, she had no choice but to accept her intentions, "Do you think Junxiang will feel tired?"

"Tired, Ms. Cheng cheated me. I sold me before I was born, and I got bored when I saw him."

It is Su Ran's patent to talk wrongly, especially in the case of Junxiang.

Wushuang was not in the mood to continue, and still couldn't lift the energy.

After eating a few bites of fried noodles and white porridge, Su Ran put down his chopsticks and took Wushuang's hand, "Let's go, you should stop in the room, Mu Jinchen let me watch you well."

Wushuang got up, walked to the screen and saw Xia Jinrong's fishing gear lying aside, his eyes darkened.

"Ran Ran, my uncle has gone away from his wife, and now he is still unclear. I really feel so sad."

Before Su Ran could answer, he heard that the old butler seemed to be arguing with people in the corridor, "You should go, don't make me embarrassed, the master said that you don't want you to take another step."

Then came a hoarse and sad female voice, "Get out of the way, I want to go in and see Grandpa."

"but……"

With such a highly recognizable voice, even if it was so hoarse, Wushuang and Su Ran heard them and looked at each other.

Su Ran snorted coldly, "Xia Ziwei? She still has the face to come back to Xia Yuan."

Wushuang didn't want to make too much trouble. Even though Xia Jingshan had broken off with her when she was in the newspaper, she was from the Xia family after all, and the Xia family was already thin, and now another Xia Jinrong left...

After all, it was the blood of the Xia family. She had to pay her respects when she was out in the funeral. Grandpa probably didn't want her uncle to see off without a daughter.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the old housekeeper step by step back to the door.

Wushuang said, "Let her come in."

Hearing Wushuang's voice, the old housekeeper sighed softly, seeming to be relieved, but also helpless.

The wind and rain outside continued, and between the lightning and thunder, the embarrassed Xia Ziwei's makeup on her face was already out of shape, and her hair was scattered on the wrinkled professional suit, even the black on her feet. I don’t know when the stockings were hooked...

It was the first time that Su Ran saw Xia Ziwei who was so embarrassed, and for a moment he was stunned to not speak.

In her words, this is to make ghost films without makeup.

Xia Ziwei coldly scanned the two women holding each other's hands, and did not speak, but instead asked the housekeeper on the side, "Where is Grandpa?"

The old housekeeper didn't answer her question, and glanced at Jing Wushuang.

"Why, did Xia Yuan change his surname to Jing?"

Su Ran was about to speak, Wushuang raised his hand to stop her, staring at her also somewhat red and swollen eyes, her father passed away, crying like this, it can be seen a little sincere, "What are you doing back?"

(End of this chapter)