After wearing white and rich beauty, I lie down and win

Chapter 335 Extra Story 1 Wei Xiangzhe
Wei Xiangzhe has never married in his life, which is beyond everyone's expectation.

Watching Mu Nanxi and Jiang Shangqing both leave, Wei Xiangzhe seemed to have lost his soul.

Jiang Rou cried into tears, Zhao Shuo was also heartbroken, but he was more patient than Jiang Rou, Wei Xiangzhe stood behind Jiang Rou, looking at Mu Nanxi who was lying on the bed.

Stretching out his hand, he found that he and she didn't even have a next life, so he sighed slightly.

Without saying a word, he slowly hunched over and left the ward.

He has no children, no daughters and no wives all his life, and his only sister has also broken ties with him. Even after he was released from prison, he did not contact him. I heard that he died ten years ago, leaving a male, and now it is a small county. boss of a company.

It seems that everything has nothing to do with him.

He didn't know what he came to this world for in this life?
Wei Xiangzhe was lying on the rocking chair, shaking it gently, shaking and shaking, and after a while, the rocking chair stopped moving.

When it was time for dinner, the nurse came over to invite him to dinner, only to realize that Wei Xiangzhe had gone.

Jiang Rou grew up under the protection of this godfather. After losing her biological parents and her dearest godfather, she really collapsed in an instant.

In one night, more than half of the people who loved her the most went away, and more than half of the people she loved also left. Jiang Rou lay on the ground crying and fainted many times.

But time is still not forgiving, and they can never go back.

Wei Xiangzhe left a suicide note, all personal savings will be donated to the mountain to build a school, all companies, shares, and fixed assets will be taught to Jiang Rou, and everything will be at her disposal.

Wei Xiangzhe lived in a small house, a two-storey villa of less than [-] square meters, with a detached courtyard, very quiet, and she had visited the living room and kitchen yard countless times.

Only there is a small auxiliary bedroom in his bedroom, which she has never entered.

The co-bedroom is always locked, and the key was only in Jiang Rou's hands after Wei Xiangzhe left.

After May [-]th of the three relatives, Jiang Rou came to sort out Wei Xiangzhe's belongings. No matter what, she wanted to leave something for herself to think about.

It was also the first time that the mysterious secondary bedroom was opened.

Unlike the imagination full of items, the auxiliary bedroom only has one painting and one bench.

There is a beautiful woman in the painting, he didn't paint the facial features, the appearance of the phoenix crown and Xiapei is very like a wedding dress.

Jiang Rou burst into tears, and she recognized her mother Mu Nanxi at a glance, because the phoenix crown was made by her father by a famous craftsman, and it was the only one in the world.

Jiang Rou never thought that her godfather actually liked her mother, and he hid it so deeply and loved her so deeply.

Even for the sake of his mother, he never married, only being friends and partners, and never surpassing.

Zhao Shuo had never seen Mu Nanxi's phoenix coronet and Xiapei, but he was surprised by what he saw.

"The godfather is also an infatuated person." Zhao Shuo looked at the clean and empty secondary bedroom, slightly surprised.

Jiang Rou didn't tell the truth, this was Wei Xiangzhe's last dignity.

"Burn it." Jiang Rou said lightly.

Zhao Shuo nodded slightly: "Well, listen to you."

Wei Xiangzhe's life and his reputation are two extremes.

He is famous all over the world, but his actual life is simpler than ordinary people, and he can't even find anything worth more than one million in the space of this double-storey villa.

After accepting Wei Xiangzhe's belongings, Jiang Rou sighed slightly. At her age, she has actually seen through many things.

A person is trapped by emotions and desires all his life, and there is someone who loves you who happens to be the one you love, how lucky he is.

Most people will only recall XX sporadically, carefully, slowly, and regretfully late at night.

(End of this chapter)