The first family in Haicheng, Xiang family, collapsed.

The news spread to the entire Haicheng for a moment. Everyone's focus was on where to go to the adult Xiang family's orphans, and who would fall into the hands of that huge family business.

My father died in a car accident and his mother fell from the building. Xiang Wan, a little princess born with a golden spoon in her arms and grew up in her palm, fell from the altar of the number one socialite in Haicheng. I don’t know how many people are waiting.

Look at her joke.

On the hospital bed.

Xiangwan was as fragile as a lifeless puppet. The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone through the window glass, reflecting her already fair skin almost transparently, and she could almost see the tiny capillaries under the thin epidermis.

The ink-colored hair was spread under my body, forming a sharp contrast with the white sheets. The slightly curled slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on the eyelids. Even in my sleep, my brows were slightly frowning, as if embedded in it.

The thick cloud of sorrow.

I don’t know what she dreamed about, but she began to whisper rapidly, looking particularly uneasy until she woke up: “Mom! Don’t——!”

Zhang's mother, who was standing beside her, was overjoyed to see her awake: "Miss! You are so awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable?!"

The nightmare of last night was so exciting that Xiangwan had a little vitality. She forced herself to sit up and wanted to get out of bed: "Where is my mother? Where is she?! I'm going to find her!"

As soon as her feet fell to the ground, she felt like she was stepping on cotton, and she almost fell down.

Zhang's mother hurriedly helped her back to the hospital bed, and she stopped talking a few times. She whispered for a while before telling the truth: "Mrs. She fell from the building and hurt her spine and brain. She hasn't woken up yet... Now in the ICU, we're going.

I can't see you either. Miss, you can't even stand firmly now, so you'd better take care of yourself first..."

Hearing this, Xiang Wan breathed stagnantly, and the discomfort in his heart was almost overflowing, hurting his spine and brain. What does it mean? She knew very well that this was... a vegetative person? Even if he woke up, he would probably be paralyzed.

Such a huge change overnight made her breathless. Thinking of the man who rushed into her room when she was dying last night, she clenched the sheets under her.

Zuo Xingyun's appearance just verified her mother's words... All of this is thanks to him...!

She tried hard to suppress the emotions that were surging in her heart, and finally asked hoarsely: "Where is Zuo Xingyun? Did he send me to the hospital?"

Zhang's mother nodded: "Yes, the doctor said it would be dangerous if it was a little later..."

Xiangwan felt extremely ridiculous. Her father was dead, and her mother was lying in the hospital half-dead. What's the point of killing her one more? Why didn't Zuo Xingyun let her die? Isn't this the result he wanted?

She naturally didn't want to appreciate it: "I want to see him!"

Zhang's mother showed a hint of embarrassment: "The Second Master is very busy... Your father's funeral must be handled, so let's take care of it in the hospital first."

The voice of "Second Master" made Xiang Wan close his eyes in pain, and bit the corners of his already bloodless lips even whiter.

If she could do it again, she would rather not have passed through that dark alley and asked her father to save the boy, but unfortunately there was no if...

She retained the last bit of decency for herself and sent her Mama Zhang out before she cried out unscrupulously.

the next day.

From Zhang's mother, she learned that Zuo Xingyun would hold a funeral for her father today. Xiangwan went to the cemetery stubbornly despite the doctor's strong opposition. In any case, she wanted to send her father for the last journey!

The moment she got off the bus, she looked at the crowd of dark people coming to attend the funeral from afar, and her figure was a little dazed.

I heard that when her father had an accident, the car she was riding in exploded and the bones remained.

And that day, my father went to prepare her birthday gift...

She broke away from Zhang's mother's support and staggered forward.

The crowd made way for her. Most of the faces were familiar, and there were a little strangers. Almost all of them were her father's subordinates in the past.

She was wearing a hospital gown and looked particularly eye-catching in the crowd. She was as weak as a slender and soft willow. The weak pale face added a bit of fragile beauty to her, making people feel the urge to crush her.

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A few malicious eyes were projected on her greedily. She had no idea, but just looked straight at the tall back at the front of the crowd. Her steps came to a moment of dazedness.

For eight years, she had been waiting for eight years and had imagined countless reunions with him, but she did not expect that he would come back in the robes of a demon and drag her into the abyss of a family that was destroyed...

The man stood there facing the tombstone, his body was as tall as a pine tree, and his well-tailored black suit looked solemn and solemn, as if he was preparing for today's occasion. His left hand, with distinct joints, was hanging beside him, and his right hand wearing black gloves was slightly raised

He stood up in front of him, twisted a white chrysanthemum, as if he was in awe of the deceased.

Perhaps because he felt Xiang Wan's gaze, the man slowly turned around.

The familiar and unfamiliar face came into Xiang Wan's eyes, causing her pupils to tremble slightly.

He also had the same style as he left back then, his charming style changed, his outline was deserted, and his noble and handsome.

The exquisite gold-rimmed glasses hide the ambition-filled eyes behind, without showing their sharpness, as if they are naturally noble.

Xiang Wan couldn't tell whether the man in front of her was the down-and-out boy who was rescued by her and her father...

She didn't notice it, and the ends of her eyes turned red slightly.

She spoke in a hoarse voice: "You really did it..."

She hoped that he would answer ‘No’, but he opened his thin lips and spit out cold words without any emotions: “I said no, do you believe it?”

This disguised admission took away the last glimmer of hope that supported Xiangwan. Her body was shaking and almost unstable.

Ma Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to support her: 'Miss... It's windy here, you're weak, let's go back to the hospital right away?'

Xiang Wan shook Zhang Ma's hand away and looked around everyone present. Without exception, they looked at the man with obedience. It was obvious that he replaced everything about her father!

She looked at the man in front of her and sarcastically said, "Now you shouldn't call me Second Master, right? Once my dad dies, no one will stand in front of you. Is this what you want?"

The man did not answer, there was no emotion in his cold eyes, but he raised his hand to inform Zhang Ma: "Take her back to the hospital."

Xiang Wan was stubborn with red eyes and didn't want to leave, so she was pulled away by Zhang's mother.

She staggered and felt a deep gaze wrapped around her for a long time.

Seeing Xiangwan walking far away, the man's eyes covered with frost, and he gave his subordinates a cold command: "Dispose the few pieces that were staring at her just now."

Before the wretched expressions of those people could take back, they were held down and dragged away. When they reacted, the few people begged for mercy in horror: "Brother Yun! Brother Yun, I was wrong! I will never dare to...!"

The man ignored the noisy movement and bowed deeply at the tombstone, staring at the elegant and gentle middle-aged man who smiled on the tombstone for a long time before turning around and leaving.
Chapter completed!