Allow her to be pampered

Master Wu closed his eyes tightly, with a smile on his lips, as if he was asleep, extremely peaceful.

The momentary flashback was enough for him to leave a blessing.

However, this time, Master Wu could not be regarded as a worthy death, he can only praise that his wish was clear.

Although Mr. Wu is exhausted, but the time is coming, if Bai Pingting hadn't cooperated with the Japanese to make trouble, he would not be in a hurry and die.

Perhaps, with a good rest and recuperation, they will be able to pass the New Year's Eve, and it is still unknown that the family will have a happy New Year's Eve dinner.

Wu Qingzhi clenched his fists tightly and stood in front of the bed for a long time, silent.

I don't know how long ago, the room was still so silent, Wu Qingzhi was probably tired, so he sat down calmly and held Master Chi's still warm hand.

It was that kind of silence, but seeing Wu Qingzhi's brows and eyes like deep water, he only turned his withered hand up and down a few times before he sighed slightly.

"Father, go over there, you have to take good care of Mommy."

He was finally able to change his words, he no longer had any scruples, let alone resentment, he could only call out peacefully, Father.

However, the Sri Lankan has passed away.

Master Wu's mourning message was delivered by Wu Qingzhi himself.

Wu Qingzhi never shed tears, his eyes burned for a moment, and then he was cold again. He taught Chi Rong to hold hands, as if this was a kind of deep comfort.

The door opened, and the three doctors standing outside immediately stood up. Song Xiaoyuan was about to speak, but his father stopped him with a wave.

The foreign doctor Mister Sean said in blunt Chinese: "Wu, my condolences are changing."

Wu Qingzhi smiled back reluctantly: "Thank you for taking care of me all the time."

After finishing speaking, he took Chi Rong and walked down the stairs slowly.

As soon as Wu Qingzhi returned to the center of the banquet hall, everyone turned their attention to him, stopped their cups and threw their chopsticks, and could not eat any more, only waiting for condolences.

Wu Qingzhi's expression was indifferent, he straightened his throat a little, and then said softly: "My father died of illness, today, it's because I didn't entertain well."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole room was lonely.

This is clearly a certain cause and effect, but this ending came too early and too suddenly, great joy fell to great sorrow, no one can accept it, so heartbroken.

The mourning is a big matter, and relatives and friends should take care of it, but Wu Qingzhi politely said goodbye, and after seeing off the guests one by one, finally only he and Chi Rong were left.

Wu Qingzhi also didn't keep his father-in-law. Master Chi didn't blame him. Before leaving, he only took his daughter's hand, whispered, and urged him repeatedly.

"A Rong, just stay with Xiao Wu well. When things are arranged, even if you bring him back to live, it will be lively and lively."

"Then my second uncle..."

Second Master Chi stared over with his eyes sideways: "I've already packed the red envelopes today, but I never had a chance to give them away!"

Second Master Chi was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. Apart from agreeing to his niece's marriage, he was also moved by the parting of life and death.

Chi Rong choked with sobs, and put on a face that was about to cry but not crying.

Chi Rong then returned to Wu Qingzhi's side, but he saw that his face was as usual, and he ordered his servants to withdraw the banquet and pick up the red cloth in an orderly manner, as if nothing had happened.

That's all, I just assigned people to the funeral parlor to start planning for Master Wu's funeral.

Wu Qingzhi was so calm, Chi Rong saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

When the funeral parlor came, as soon as the director opened his mouth, he first called Young Master Wu, then paused for a moment, then changed his address: "Master Wu, do you want to be buried today?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Qingzhi was also taken aback, but after all, he was on guard in his heart, so he didn't appear flustered.

"Then let's do it as soon as possible," Wu Qingzhi said softly, "I want to bury Father and Mother together, but I don't know if it will be too late."

Of course, it is too late, what was too late before, can now be done in time.

Wu Qingzhi took an almost business-like attitude, acted vigorously and quickly, and within a day, he cleared up the trivial matters.

He didn't get up after a setback, and when night fell, he had already rested comfortably in the old house of the Wu family.

The servants immediately cleared out a room, and when Chi Rong lay down on the mattress, they found out that this was Wu Qingzhi's bedroom when he was young.

This room is not too big, with few pieces of furniture, it seems that the interior is very neat and tidy, even a little dull.

During the whole day, Wu Qingzhi didn't teach Chi Rong what to do, but he was content to ask her to accompany him, even if he was relatively silent.

This is also the case.

Chi Rong was lying on her side, and Wu Qingzhi hugged her gently. After a long silence, she suddenly said: "I didn't stay in the country often, so I don't have much of my things at home."

In the dark night, Wu Qingzhi was able to clearly touch every object, but he obviously had poor eyesight, unless he kept it in mind.

"On the desk is an embroidered tablecloth, embroidered by my mother."

"The cabinets are bought off-the-shelf, and the style is chosen by my mother."

"There is nothing in this room. My father has asked about it."

Wu Qingzhi's voice turned slightly cold, as if he had also cooled down, he hugged Chi Rong tightly, longing for a kind of warmth with love.

"Only this home was given by my father."

He said sadly: "Chi Rong, you give me a home, give me a home."

Wu Qingzhi murmured in a low voice, Chi Rongwei got into his arms, pressed against his chest, and listened to the silent heartbeat.

Chi Rong said: "Wu Qingzhi, I will always be with you."

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Wu Qingzhi had already put on a woolen coat the next day.

He was dressed in black, with a bunch of silver and white brooches pinned to his collar, as if to wear mourning.

Rao is sad in his heart, Wu Qingzhi doesn't show his face, so he regains his spirit, then gets in the car and goes straight to the commander's mansion.

Chi Rong wanted to accompany him, but was sent back to the Wu Mansion by Wu Qingzhi to rest, so after all, he didn't know what he wanted to do this time.

Of course, Chi Rong underestimated Wu Qingzhi, he was too strong and resolute, and even had more energy to fight.

Wu Qingzhi's trip was actually for Bai Pingting's trouble.

But when he saw Xiao Zishan as soon as he met, he immediately smiled and said, "Four young masters, after the frost, it's going to be freezing rain. I don't know if the cotton-padded clothes of the victims are in place?"

Master Wu died of illness, Xiao Zishan was planning to mourn, but Wu Qingzhi's expression was calm and he didn't mention it, so he couldn't open his mouth.

"The matter of the cotton clothes has been handed over to the Bai family, and now the receipts for purchasing cotton have been submitted, and clothes will be made into clothes in a few days, and will be distributed one by one."

Wu Qingzhi immediately sneered when he heard the words: "Fourth young master, it's freezing cold, and no amount of cotton clothes is enough. Mr. Ueno is rich and powerful, why don't you borrow some more supplies from him?"

After Xiao Zishan listened, the two looked at each other and immediately communicated with each other.