Mrs. Wen's wealthy daily life

Chapter 115 accompany her

"Nuannuan." Wen Muyang also sat up immediately.

Xia Xiangnuan breathed heavily, his eyes were a little blurred.

Wen Muyang took out a tissue and helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Xia Xiangnuan had already calmed down, she silently took the tissue from Wen Muyang's hand, and wiped it by herself.

"Mom's body, I've already had someone move it to the funeral home. It will be cremated today. I'll have someone find the cemetery today. If you can't sleep, do you want to go there?"

Now it's time to start putting on makeup, and she can spend more time with her.

Today is the last time with her.

"Yes." Xia Xiangnuan replied in a low voice.

"Dad, what are you going to do?" Do you want to tell him?
"If you want, I can find a way to let him out for a long time."

"No need." Mom and Dad have always been loving, and Dad loves Mom to the bone.

She was afraid that he would not be able to accept his mother's death.

She was really worried about leaving him alone in the prison.

"Listen to you." Wen Muyang picked up the clothes on the side and helped Xia Xiangnuan change one by one.

Then help her up.

"I'll just do it myself." Xia Xiangnuan put on her shoes and walked to the bathroom.

The person in the mirror had a haggard face and red and swollen eyes. Xia Xiangnuan put on heavy makeup on himself.

She didn't want Xia's mother to see her in such a bad state.

She would not feel at ease in that way.

……

When Xia Xiangnuan and Wen Muyang arrived at the funeral home, the undertaker had already arrived.

She sat quietly by the side, watching the undertaker make up Xia Ma.

She lay there motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.

Xia Xiangnuan changed her into a dark blue long dress, which was her favorite dress during her lifetime.

It can also best set off her temperament.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone who met her mother said she was good-looking and temperamental.

Many people envy her.

Unexpectedly, old age would end up like this.

Tears welled up in Xia Xiangnuan's eyes.

One hand covers her eyes before falling.

"Don't cry, Mom will leave without peace of mind when she sees it." Wen Muyang's voice had a rare tenderness.

Xia Xiangnuan, who was immersed in grief, didn't notice it, but just nodded.

Wen Muyang let go, stood beside her, and gently pressed Xia Xiangnuan's head against his chest.

Listening to his dull heartbeat, Xia Xiangnuan felt a little warmth in his cold heart.

After putting on makeup, a staff member came over and pushed Xia's mother to the incineration place.

Not long after, the staff came out holding a black box.

Xia Xiangnuan reached out tremblingly, and took the box from the staff.

The box obviously didn't weigh much, but she felt it was unusually heavy.

"Do you want me to help?" Wen Muyang asked softly.

"No need." Xia Xiangnuan hugged the box tightly.

From the crematorium to the cemetery, and then to the burial, everything is only half a day.

Xia Xiangnuan knelt on the cold ground, looking at the mother in the photo.

From now on, what she touched could only be a cold tombstone.

"I want to stay with my mother for a while longer," Xia Xiangnuan said.

"I'm here with you." Wen Muyang said without thinking.

Xia Xiangnuan didn't speak, but quietly burned the ingot.

During this period, Wen Muyang answered a phone call. He glanced at Xia Xiangnuan and walked away.

"Go on." As if afraid of alarming Xia Xiangnuan, he deliberately lowered his voice.

Zhao Xueer, holding a bouquet of lilies, came from the other side of the cemetery.

(End of this chapter)