Master Fu's metaphysical wife is out of the circle

Chapter 278 Accompanying
This girl's face looks so familiar...

Some profound memories burst out of the ground, wrapping around her like a vine. Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the mirror in horror, holding her neck with both hands, feeling like she couldn't breathe.

However, the little girl in the mirror was still looking at her and smiling.

Those eyes were scarlet and shed two tears of blood.

Luo Xiaoxiao was extremely frightened. She wanted to escape, but her body seemed to be frozen and unable to move at all.

She opened her mouth and wanted to shout for help, but her throat was tightly strangled by herself, and she couldn't make any sound at all.

She could only weakly and quietly pray: "I was wrong, please, let me go..."

Unexpectedly, the force not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

There was only a "click" sound, and Luo Xiaoxiao's neck was broken.

She sat on the bathroom floor with her eyes wide open, the fear on her face not diminishing, but she was no longer breathing.

At twelve o'clock, Yan Zhen suddenly opened her eyes and felt something saying goodbye to her.

She picked up her phone and took a look. There was an unread message on the screen, which was sent to her by Si Zui.

"I sent that little corpse away! Let me tell you so that you don't have to worry about it."

Yan Zhen replied "Oh", dropped the phone, and closed his eyes again.

As if nothing happened, she shrank into Fu Yan's arms and continued to sleep holding him.

Fu Yan's sleep was very light.

The person in his arms moved slightly and he woke up.

Seeing her return the message and get into his arms, he felt warm in his heart. He held her hand tighter and kissed her on the forehead. The two hugged each other and continued to sleep.

When Yan Zhen got up the next day, Fu Yan had already come out of the gym. He seemed to have just taken a shower and his hair was still wet. He came over and pinched the tip of Yan Zhen's nose.

He said: "I may not be able to go to the company today."

Yan Zhen was confused: "Why? Are you not busy anymore?"

Fu Yan wiped his hair with a towel: "Mr. Xu passed away, what happened last night."

Mr. Xu?Yan Zhen suddenly remembered that kind face and was shocked.

No, not right...

Yan Zhen suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, rushing out without saying a word. When she rushed to the door, she seemed to remember something. She hurriedly went back to the bathroom to wash up, and went to the cloakroom to change into a black cheongsam without saying anything. Just rush out the door.

Fu Yan followed up and grabbed her: "I will send you there. There is no one there. No matter how fast you go, it will be too late. So don't worry. If you are sad, just cry."

Yan Zhen felt really sad.

Mr. Xu is Grandpa’s old comrade-in-arms.

They lived and died together, and Yan Zhen could always see a similar temperament to his grandfather in him.

When Yan Zhen arrived at Xu's house, there was a lot of crying in the manor, and the servants were so busy that they didn't touch the floor. The housekeeper saw Fu Yan and Yan Zhen coming and hurriedly invited them in.

Mr. Xu's body is placed in the center of the ancestral hall.

Xu Tianjiao and Mr. Xu's sons were all kneeling in front of them at this moment, the grief on their faces was indescribable.

When Mrs. Xu saw Yan Zhen coming, she immediately knelt down towards her: "Miss Yan, I heard that you can talk to the dead. Please let me see him again and talk to him again, okay? I beg you……"

Mrs. Xu found it difficult to accept her husband's sudden death.

Yan Zhen looked at the old man's dark lips, and then briefly checked his palms and nails.

She comforted Mrs. Xu and said, "The old man has left. If you want to see him, you have to wait until the day he returns to his soul."

"Return to Soul Day?" Mrs. Xu asked, "Is it seven days from now?" Yan Zhen nodded, and Mrs. Xu's sons all looked at Yan Zhen.

They didn't quite believe what she said, but seeing their mother so sad and regarding the Soul Resurrection Day as the last bit of comfort, they all shut up.

As long as the mother can be comforted, so what if it is a lie!

Mr. Xu left just like that, suddenly.

He seemed to have thought of such a day, so he wrote his will early.

The old man was fair. He left a portion of his property to his wife and distributed the rest equally to his children.

The deceased was the oldest, and Mrs. Xu was there to keep him in check. Even if some people thought it was unfair, they would not dare to make a fuss openly.

Because Mrs. Xu still held a will in her hand, which the old man wrote to her alone.

If any of the children is dissatisfied with the inheritance he receives, all his property will be taken back and he will be exempted from inheritance rights.

Now it seems that this suicide note is not needed, at least not for now.

The Xu family quickly held a funeral, and all the famous people from Suzhou came.

Several old men looked at Mr. Xu's tombstone without saying a word. Each of them was silent, but their eyes were red.

When he returned, Mr. Fu took the initiative to talk to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen listened politely and answered questions.

Perhaps it was Mr. Xu's death that reminded Mr. Fu of Grandpa Yan Zhen's entrustment before his death. Or maybe he had thought about it during this period and felt relieved about his son's death.

In short, no matter what Mr. Fu does or his attitude towards Yan Zhen, Yan Zhen can understand it.

Mr. Xu's death made Mr. Fu change a lot. He became taciturn and always liked to recall the past.

Yan Zhen liked to stay with him when he was free, and listened to what he said. When he was tired of talking, he would help him to rest instead of going to Yunshuizhai.

Here at the Fu Group, Fu Yan opened an office specifically for Yan Zhen.

But half a month has passed, and Yan Zhen has never been here once. He chats with the old man every day, drinks tea and plays chess.

Every time he got off work, he didn't have to go home. He went directly to the old man's place to get food.

I didn't dare to complain at all, I didn't even dare to ask, I didn't dare to mention it.

That night, Yan Zhen took advantage of the old man's good mood and asked: "Grandpa, have you seen that string of beads? My grandpa said that grandma gave it to him, and he treasured it! It's a pity that he lost it. .”

Yan Zhen had not only mentioned the string of jade beads before.

Every time she mentioned it, the old man would say less and change the subject after just a few words to her.

It was the same this time. As soon as Yan Zhen finished speaking, the old man turned to ask the butler to change the tea leaves, and brought the topic to tea leaves again.

Yan Zhen had already seen through the old man's calculations and knew that he didn't want to mention the date.

Yan Zhen had fulfilled his wish several times before, but this time he didn't want to.

She continued to ask: "Grandpa, I heard before that you spent money to buy that string of beads, so are those beads here with you? Can you show me them?"

"inconvenient."

The old man finally answered the question directly: "Yan Zhen! That bead is not your grandfather's thing, it is mine."

"I know, you paid for it, and it's yours."

This was the first time that Yan Zhen saw the old man protecting something like this.

She knew that the beads were not cheap to buy, so she hurriedly said: "Grandpa, I also like that bead. Are you willing to sell it? How much did you spend to buy it? I will add some more and you can sell it to me, okay?"

(End of this chapter)