Their eyes met, Jiang Miao looked deeply at Yuan Yanqi. At this moment, her sadness completely overwhelmed her. For a moment, she was afraid that she would run towards Yuan Yanqi involuntarily, but fortunately, her footsteps did not move.

He just looked at Yuan Yanqi deeply for a while, then withdrew his gaze and quickly ran towards the hospital.

Yuan Yanqi looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, then raised his feet and followed in. He hadn't reached it yet, but he had already heard Jiang Miao's cry. Yuan Yanqi stopped and didn't

Go forward and stand there.

Yuan Jianjun is dead.

This is a very natural ending. At such an age, he has actually lived a long life.

Yuan Yanqi took a deep breath and didn't go in any further. He just leaned against the wall next to him.

Yuan Yanqi stood with his back against the wall for a long time. When he heard footsteps, he took a step forward, straightened up, and looked at Zhang Congshen who was walking in front of him.

Zhang Congshen held a few pieces of paper and a pen in his hand, and then handed it to Yuan Yanqi, "Miaomiao is still a child and doesn't understand anything. Please sign it."

No matter whether they were happy or not, and no matter what happened between them in the Yuan family, at least at this moment, Yuan Yanqi was still the son of Yuan Jianjun.

Yuan Yanqi didn't speak, but silently took the pen and paper. When signing his name, he glanced inside again and asked, "Is Jiang Miao okay?"

Jiang Miao was not doing well. Too many things had happened recently and the work pressure was very high. Now when Yuan Jianjun died, Jiang Miao cried so hard, as if the sky had fallen.

Indeed, for her, the sky has indeed fallen.

Originally, even if Yuan Jianjun was gone, she at least still had Yuan Yanqi, but now she was truly alone.

Jiang Miao cried so much that she had no energy left. When she was about to fall asleep, Zhang Congshen asked Zhang Yang to take Jiang Miao back to his old house. She was of no use here. She didn't understand these things at all. All the funeral affairs were between Zhang Congshen and

The original Yanqi is being processed.

After Yuan Jianjun died, Jiang Miao kept herself locked in her room, eating nothing and seeing no one.

When Yuan Yanqi came back, he brought her a set of clothes. He went straight upstairs with the clothes, and then stopped in front of Jiang Miao's room door. He wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but finally gave up and just brought it as a backup.

key.

When Yuan Yanqi opened the door, Jiang Miao was sitting alone on the ground at the corner of the bed, hugging his knees and resting his chin on them. He looked pitiful, like a homeless little baby.

cat.

Yuan Yanqi took a deep breath, walked over, and stood in front of Jiang Miao. Jiang Miao looked up at him numbly, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were full of confusion.

Yuan Yanqi squeezed the clothes in his hands tightly and took a step back. He was a little scared. He was afraid of Jiang Miao like this. He was afraid that Jiang Miao like this would reach out to him. If Jiang Miao stretched out his hand, he was afraid that he would do it again.

He fell into Jiang Miao's hands.

Jiang Miao did not reach out, but looked at Yuan Yanqi blankly for several seconds, then looked away, lowered his eyes again, and rested his chin on his knees again.

Yuan Yanqi bent down and put the clothes in his hands on the bed, "These are clothes for you to attend the funeral tomorrow. Many people may come, so be mentally prepared."

When Yuan Yanqi said this, his voice was gentle, but Jiang Miao couldn't feel any warmth.

She turned her head and glanced at the clothes on the bed, nodded, "Thank you."

After saying thank you, Jiang Miao said nothing else. Yuan Yanqi stood for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the door.

A lot of people did come to the old man's funeral. Their original family was still very respectable, and they were indispensable for weddings and funerals.

Yuan Yanqi took care of everything very well, Jiang Miao didn't need to worry about anything, she just needed to attend.

Among the people who came to attend the funeral, some Jiang Miao had met, and some were strangers, but these had nothing to do with her. She could not count on anyone in the future, and she could only rely on herself.

Looking at the people coming and going, Jiang Miao felt as if she was in a dream, and her whole head was numb.

"Jiang Miao, my condolences." A familiar voice sounded in front of him. Jiang Miao raised his eyes and saw Tang Yu dressed in black.

Jiang Miao wants to say something (this chapter is not finished yet!)

What, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything. Finally, looking into Tang Yu's eyes, she could only nod.

Throughout the day, Jiang Miao felt like a mechanical doll. Whether it was hugging or comforting those attending the funeral, all she could do seemed to be nodding in unison.

It was finally over, everyone left one after another, and Jiang Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister, I'll take you back first." Zhang Yang appeared at the right time.

"Is it over?" Jiang Miao looked around. There were not many people left, but Yuan Yanqi was not seen.

"Well, let's go first. My dad will handle the rest." Zhang Yang looked at Jiang Miao and pulled her. In the past few days, Jiang Miao had lost a lot of weight.

Jiang Miao let Zhang Yang pull her, and when she was about to get in the car, a voice came from behind, "Miaomiao."

It was a very unfamiliar voice. Jiang Miao turned around to look at the person walking towards her. Jiang Miao probably just thought he looked familiar.

"Who are you?" Jiang Miao frowned. She seemed like she couldn't even pronounce the other person's name or proper title.

"Don't you remember me? We met when we first came to our original home when we were children."

The speaker was a middle-aged woman. When she said this, she looked sideways at Jiang Miao. She looked quite enthusiastic, as if she was trying to awaken Jiang Miao's memory.

Jiang Miao smiled bitterly, but still nodded. Since she said this, she should naturally admit it. Besides, the people here today are more or less related to them.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Miao asked.

It's definitely not possible that he suddenly greeted her so proactively just to express his condolences to her.

The woman sighed deeply, looking very sad and helpless, "Now that the old man is gone, you will be the only one left. I heard that A Qi also went out to work alone. Such a big company has no one but you."

It’s really not easy on people’s heads.”

While the woman was speaking, she took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and actually took Jiang Miao's hand. Jiang Miao frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, but she didn't break away in the end.

"During this period, your cousin is at home. Why don't you ask him to help you, so that one of your own can support you in the company."

Jiang Miao naturally knew that such a thing was exaggerated and outrageous, but at this moment, her hand was still being held enthusiastically, and for some reason, she couldn't say no.

Fortunately, there was a sound not far away.

"If I remember correctly, he was idle at home because he was fired from his last company. The last company must have been a very small company. Even small companies can be fired. He can do well in a company as big as Yuan's.

What?"
Chapter completed!