Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"I will never let them go," Wenshui said coldly.

In the past two days, he had been busy asking about Lao's surgery and condition, and had not intervened to investigate the matter. However, what Xiao Mohan said to him kept echoing in his ears. He must avenge this revenge with his own hands and will never let it happen. The murderer was happy for half a second.

"We will make grandpa pay back a hundredfold for his pain," Feng Tianjing said.

She is not a good man or woman. She has revenge and is cruel and ruthless, which is her true character.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Yao Rong came over. He didn't want to disturb him, but he had no choice but to clear his throat and said, "The auspicious time is coming. Mr. Xiao asked you to come over and asked you... to do it with your own hands. Send grandpa away."

As Wenshui listened, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, and a chill burst out of his peach blossom eyes.

"Wenshui." Feng Tianjing pulled his sleeves to bring Wenshui back to his senses.

Although he didn't dare to face the reality and wanted to run away to escape, Wenshui finally calmed down. When he returned to the wing, he saw that Xiao Nan and Zhuo Dongyang had taken a bath for Wen Lao, put on brand new Tang suits, and looked energetic. As if asleep.

"Grandpa, I'm here." Wenshui's voice was choked with sobs, and his steps were heavy, as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

Every step I took, I felt my heart throbbing and hurting terribly.

Although there were only a few steps away, Wenshui seemed to have walked the entire world, finally stopping at the bedside and bending down to look at Wenshui.

He stretched out his slender fingertips and gently stroked Wen Lao's face. His fingertips fell on his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, are you tired? I will carry you out."

The handsome face of Wenshui Demon was in pain, and tears kept flowing out, dripping on Wen Lao's face. He gritted his teeth and picked up Wen Lao, turned around and walked out. Everyone turned and followed him.

"Why are you crying?" Xiao Yichu now realized that something was wrong.

She didn't understand why everyone was crying, including her father, whose eyes were red.

"Xiao Qi doesn't know." Xiao Yiyan was also a little embarrassed. She also wanted to know, but no one talked to her.

Xiao Yijue stood there with his cool little face raised. Seeing this scene, he looked around the entire room. Everyone was still wearing black clothes and white flowers on their chests. The atmosphere was so depressing. He thought about it. After the meeting, he whispered: "Maybe, he's dead."

"Death?" Xiao Yiyan opened her little mouth and touched her little hands cutely, not knowing what it meant.

Xiao Yichu didn't understand either. The two little girls were eager to look at Xiao Yijue, hoping that he could give them answers.

"It's just...dead." Xiao Yijue said in a low voice.

Listening to this explanation, Xiao Yiyan went a little crazy and expressed that she wanted to hit someone.

Xiao Yichu held her little hand and followed Gu Chuyan. Not far away, he saw someone had brought a coffin. It was very wide and long. It was made of fine red sandalwood and had patterns on it. First class people, carefully selected.

"Grandpa, you like rosewood. I asked someone to find a century-old rosewood tree. You will definitely like it." Wenshui said in a deep voice/

, He held Wen Lao in his hands, feeling that nothing was important.

I usually see Wen Lao in good health and quite tall, but I didn't expect that when I hold him in my arms, there is no weight at all.

People age like dead trees. In fact, their bodies have been hollowed out by time, leaving only an empty shell.

"Grandpa, this young master..." Wenshui hugged him and stood in front of the coffin, but was reluctant to let go.

Looking at the coffin, which was filled with fresh flowers, each one carefully selected by Feng Tianjing, Qianshui had mixed feelings when seeing this scene.