Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

The voices of the doctor and the bodyguards lingered in the ward, and Kuang Mu's hand was right under the little nurse's eyes.

Seeing that the doctor was about to finish communicating with the bodyguards, Kuang Mu's fingertips were trembling, and he stretched out his hand again.

"You..." Kuang Mu uttered a voice with difficulty, the eager light in his eyes became brighter, and his fingers were trembling eagerly.

Kuang Mu had never begged anyone other than Ji Xiaohuan with such eyes in his life, this was the first time he would look at a stranger like this.

Just when the doctor was about to turn his head, the little nurse raised her hand to cover Kuang Mu's hand, turned the back of Kuang Mu's hand, and continued to rub alcohol on him.

When she finished drawing the needle for Kuang Mu, she naturally put the note in Kuang Mu's hand into her pocket.

Kuang Mu raised his eyes to look at the little nurse, then closed his eyes heavily.

There is no paper or pen in this room.

Kuang Mu found a box of medicines in the room ahead of time in the afternoon, took out the medicine instructions inside, and dipped a cotton swab with the words written on it with iodine.

He wrote Ji Xiaohuan's phone number and the name of the hospital on the paper, and there was a sentence that read, "An accident happened to Yan Minhui."

The paper was too small for him to write other words.

The nurse gave Kuang Mu the injection and left the ward with the doctor.

Stomach cramps usually come and go quickly. Kuang Muzha gradually calmed down after the injection, and there was only a burst of dull pain in his stomach. He closed his body weakly on the soft bed. Eye.

I don't know how Kuang Jinshan ordered those bodyguards. Those bodyguards looked at Kuang Mu as if they were a prisoner.

Even when Kuang Mu was pulling out the needle, only one doctor was allowed to come in, and the bodyguards would stand by and watch Kuang Mu's every move, for fear that something bad would happen to Kuang Mu.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor for Kuang Mu contained some sleeping ingredients.

Kuang Mu was given an injection and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Perhaps it was because he gave away the paper, Kuang Mu's mental state was better the next day than the day before, but his face was still not pretty.

Kuang Mu was afraid that his brother would come and ignore him when he saw his haggard appearance, so Kuang Mu didn't refuse the meal brought by the bodyguards today.

Kuang Mu looked at the braised pork, sliced ​​boiled pork, and fried shredded pork with green peppers, and frowned fiercely.

Obviously, Kuang Jinshan didn't care if Kuang Mu's stomach was uncomfortable and he could not eat these things.

Kuang Mu just experienced a stomach cramp that was about to kill him a few hours ago. If he eats these things again now, he is afraid that he will be admitted to the ICU today.

In the end, Kuang Mu picked up the pork rib soup next to him and mixed it into the rice. The whole meal was tasteless.

After eating, Kuang Mu sat by the window and looked down.

Looking down from 22, because the floor is too high, it is difficult to see the people and things downstairs, but Kuang Mu thought that his brother would come, so that he could be the first to see him.

So Kuang Mu sat by the window and waited.

From dawn to dusk, the lights on the road were turned on, and Kuang Mu's mood gradually became more and more restless from the peace of mind at the beginning.

He began to fidget, walking back and forth in front of the window sill.

He wondered if it was the note that the nurse didn't read at all, and didn't make the call.

Or maybe Ji Xiaohuan knew the news, but he didn't want to come...

Or maybe he's still on the way....

But Yan Minhui couldn't wait much longer.

When Kuang Mu thought of this, he couldn't eat dinner again.

He took a few mouthfuls hastily, then sat on the bed and began to think about what to do next.

Kuang Mu seriously thought about the reason why Ji Xiaohuan didn't come, and felt that the biggest possibility was that the little nurse didn't bring the message to Ji Xiaohuan at all.

But Ji Xiaohuan must know about this matter.

Yan Minhui was his biological mother, and Kuang Mu couldn't let his brother regret in his future life.

So Kuang Mu started to search for things in the room again, to see if there was any other way to send the news.

Just when he found another usable piece of paper from the medicine cabinet, the door of the room was pushed open.

Kuang Mu immediately stuffed the paper into his pocket, glanced at the door with a cold face, and stood up.

Kuang Jinshan didn't even enter the room at all, the overhead light in the corridor shone on his face, and his face was silent against the cool incandescent light.

Kuang Jinshan took out a small ball of paper from his pocket and threw it on the ground, saying, "Don't waste your efforts."

The little ball of paper bounced twice on the carpet and bounced to Kuang Mu's feet.

The color of iodine on it is still clearly visible.

Kuang Mu clenched his hands tightly into fists in his pockets, he raised his head and looked at Kuang Jinshan, with a cold light in his eyes, the cold expression on his face disappeared.

Kuang Jinshan didn't care about the expression on Kuang Mu's face. The lights in the ward were dim, so he didn't even look at Kuang Mu carefully. A few places on the ceiling and said: "Look here."

It was dark in the ward.

Kuang Mu raised his head and looked where he pointed.

Suddenly Kuang Mu frowned, staring at the ceiling of his hospital bed and took two steps closer.

He was too hasty before to observe this room carefully, but now he found that in this ward, as long as he turned off the lights and looked carefully, he could find tiny red lights flashing everywhere.

Those little red dots were like a pair of eyes staring at him in the middle of the night, flickering constantly, spying on every move and everything he did in the room.

Kuang Mu withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

His teeth were clenched tightly, his cheeks were tense, and even the veins on his head were bulging. The roiling anger in his chest made him wish he could crush his teeth.

"You watch me." Kuang Mu said in a calm voice.

"Yes." Kuang Jinshan responded, and continued: "The letter of inheritance has been signed. According to the current situation, I can't lock you up for a long time. There is no need to bother."

After finishing speaking, Kuang Jinshan turned sideways and said to Xiao Zhao behind him, "Let him see it."

Then Kuang Jinshan turned around and left.

Xiao Zhao held a stack of papers in his hand, put the things on the coffee table, turned around and closed the door.

The closing of the door closed the last beam of light outside the door, and the room became dark and silent, only the moonlight projected by the window shone faintly on Kuang Mu's body.

Kuang Mu stood on the spot, closed his eyes and panted for a long time before trying to adjust his emotions.

He walked to the coffee table, turned on the lamp beside the coffee table, picked up the stack of papers and sat on the sofa to read.

It was a copy of Yan Minhui's signed inheritance agreement.

It recorded every asset of Yan Minhui in detail, as well as the current total value of these assets.

All the things, large and small, were written on more than 20 pages, and each page was bound into a book with Yan Minhui's handprint on it.

Kuang Mu was not interested in these things at all, he quickly turned to the last page.

And on the last page of those asset sheets, there is a letter of inheritance, which says "All the above estates will be inherited by my son Kuang Mu after he reaches the age of 21."

Kuang Mu looked at the line of words, and dropped his hands on the sofa as if venting his strength, and the paper between his fingers slid down to the ground.

Kuang Mu knew that Kuang Jinshan would not really hand over the assets to him.

Kuang Jinshan was also afraid that Kuang Mu would change hands and really give the money to Ji Xiaohuan, so he added an additional condition before inheriting the inheritance, requiring Kuang Mu to be 21 years old.

Before Kuang Mu turned 21, all the money was handled by Kuang Mu's legal guardian, Kuang Jinshan.

Kuang Mu stood up from the sofa and stepped on the inheritance letter on the ground, but he walked to the bed without realizing it, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

The warm air conditioner was turned on in the ward, and Kuang Mu wrapped himself in a thick quilt, but he still felt as if his body had fallen into an ice cave, no matter how warm it was.

That night Kuang Mu fell into a drowsy sleep.

He dreamed that when he was young, Ji Mingyi held him with one hand and Ji Xiaohuan with the other, and took the two of them to a painting interest class. When the scene changed, he saw the night when Ji Xiaohuan and Ji Mingyi moved in the heavy snow. Standing in the grove, Ji Xiaohuan told him the news of Ji Mingyi's suicide expressionlessly, Yan Minhui took Kuang Mu's hand to see Ji Xiaohuan for the last time, and Kuang Jinshan told him word by word that Ji Xiaohuan wished him to die, Let him not dream about what he can't get.

In this dream, Ji Mingyi's gentle eyes, Ji Xiaohuan's indifferent eyes, Yan Minhui's pleading eyes, and Kuang Jinshan's silent eyes, these eyes kept appearing in Kuang Mu's dream, making Kuang Mu's back restless. He broke out in a cold sweat and woke up from his dream panting heavily.

Kuang Mu sat on the edge of the bed, his back was heaving violently, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks. He looked down at the white sheet covering his legs and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Quick... now to the intensive care unit...."

"Prepare the potion..."

At this time, there were bursts of footsteps in the corridor, as well as the conversation of doctors and nurses.

The noise was so loud that even through the door of the ward, Kuang Mu could hear it clearly.

Kuang Mu raised his head and looked at the gate. He didn't recover, but just stared blankly at the gate in a daze.

Suddenly his pupils shrank, like a machine whose start button was pressed, he raised his hand and pressed the alarm bell on the bedside.

Kuang Mu kept pressing, pressing again and again until his fingers were numb, but he was still pressing crazily.

Pressed until the door of the ward was opened, a bodyguard stood at the door, looked at Kuang Mu expressionlessly and asked, "Master Kuang, what's the matter?"

"What happened outside?"

The bodyguard was silent for a moment and did not speak.

"Did something happen to Yan Minhui?!"

Kuang Mu supported the side of the bed with one hand, and leaned over to ask. His forehead was sweating, his eyes were bruised, his face was ugly, but he was still holding his breath and speaking sharply.

The bodyguard still didn't speak, and at this time two or three doctors walked quickly through the corridor.

Kuang Mu threw off the quilt on his body, and took two steps forward to rush to the gate.

The bodyguard stopped Kuang Mu's body and prevented Kuang Mu from going out.

"What are you doing?!" Kuang Mu asked with red eyes.

"......"

"Did something happen to Yan Minhui?"

As Kuang Mu said, he wanted to go outside again, but was stopped by the bodyguard again.

"You let me go out to see her!"

Kuang Mu yelled at the bodyguard with red eyes.

After these two days of captivity, he is now standing on the edge of a high cliff, and his emotions are on the verge of collapse.

The bodyguard was about 1.9 meters tall, and Kuang Mu was like a kitten in front of him. No matter how hard Kuang Mu struggled, the bodyguard didn't say a word or give in.

So Kuang Mu frantically tore his clothes, hammered and beat him, struggling to get out.

At this time, Xiao Zhao walked over from the front of the corridor and said to the bodyguard: "Mr. Kuang said, let him go."

The bodyguard nodded and stepped back.

The person standing in front of Kuang Mu moved away, Kuang Mu shook his body, and rushed out in two steps. He ran so fast that he slipped at the turning and almost fell down.

He ran all the way to the end of the corridor.

Kuang Jinshan stood in front of the ICU ward, looking at the scene through the glass with a calm expression.

The door of the ward was wide open, and the doctors and nurses coming and going inside were busy shuttling inside and outside the ward.

The old gray-haired doctor was standing beside Kuang Jinshan, talking to him in a low voice all the time, his expression was not very good.

Standing by the side, Kuang Mu vaguely heard him say: "It's too late...We've tried our best..."

The old doctor said with an anxious expression, as if he was afraid that Kuang Jinshan would embarrass him, but Kuang Jinshan didn't say anything, instead he said very flatly: "Just try your best. Since it's unnecessary, then you can start to deal with the following things."

After finishing speaking, Kuang Jinshan talked with the doctor for a few more words, and when the doctor left, Kuang Jinshan raised his head and looked at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu had a thin body, and the blue striped hospital gown was worn loosely on him, exposing his thin wrists and ankles.

His face was so pale that it was almost the same color as the wall behind him, and his hair was messed up. With one hand propped against the wall, he looked very weak, as if he was about to faint in a second.

But Kuang Mu still gritted his teeth and said to Kuang Jinshan, "I'm going to see Aunt Yan."

When things got to this point, Kuang Jinshan didn't care anymore, he turned his head to the window and said, "Go."

After receiving this instruction, the bodyguard standing in front of the ward stepped aside and let Kuang Mu enter the ward.

Last time, there were still various operating instruments in the ward, Yan Minhui still had various infusion bottles hanging on his arms, and various tubes were inserted into his body.

But now the instruments in the ward have been removed long ago, and the tubes inserted in Yan Minhui's hands have also been pulled out, leaving only scars on her arms one after another, which looks shocking.

The only thing left was the heart rate monitor by the bedside, which was still recording her weak heartbeat.

Yan Minhui is very sober now, even more sober than when Kuang Mu saw her two days ago.

As soon as she saw Kuang Mu coming in, her eyes lit up immediately, and then she braced her neck, raised her head with difficulty and glanced out the door.

Seeing that there was no one she wanted to see outside, she blinked her eyes, put her head back on the pillow, and followed Kuang Mu's footsteps with her eyes.

She seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, there was no loss on her face, and her expression didn't even change.

As soon as Kuang Mu walked in front of Yan Minhui, he lowered his eyes.

He pulled the stool next to him and sat down, bowed his head without saying a word, with his hands on his knees like a child who has done something wrong, stiff and helpless.

Yan Minhui didn't ask Kuang Mu why Ji Xiaohuan didn't come, the first thing she said was: "Xiao Mu, have you not rested these days? Why is your face so bad..."

Kuang Mu bit his lower lip tightly and shook his head.

"It's okay..." Yan Minhui raised her withered and thin right hand to cover Kuang Mu's, and said softly.

It doesn't matter if she didn't say anything, but Kuang Mu understood immediately.

Kuang Mu's fingertips moved tremblingly, and he squeezed Yan Minhui's hand instead, but his head drooped even harder.

"I'm sorry..." Kuang Mu's voice was so hoarse that he choked his throat before continuing: "He may not come..."

Yan Minhui squeezed Kuang Mu's hand gently, and said to Kuang Mu with a smile: "He is right not to forgive me..."

"It's not that he doesn't forgive you." Kuang Mu raised his head, his eyes met Yan Minhui's eyes that were very similar to Ji Xiaohuan's, which made him feel a little dazed for a moment.

Now Yan Minhui's complexion is very good, her skin is white with a thin powder, and her eyes are no longer cloudy, but with a gentle smile.

Kuang Mu clenched his lower lip, looked at Yan Minhui and said, "He forgave you, it's just him...it's just that he couldn't come because he was in a hurry, he really forgave you..."

"He has forgiven you, really... really..."

As if he was afraid that Yan Minhui would not believe it, Kuang Mu told the truth several times in a row. In the end, his voice changed, his eyes were very red, he bit his lower lip, and tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Yan Minhui raised her hand, held Kuang Mu's face in her palm and touched it. Her nails were beautiful, with a layer of transparent nail polish on her fingertips, and her slender thumb like the tip of an onion gently rubbed Kuang Mu's face. cheeks.

"it is good."

Yan Minhui smiled lightly, and didn't know if she believed what Kuang Mu said, but she just touched Kuang Mu's face and said softly: "Xiao Mu, don't tell him those things, Huan'er has suffered enough Yes, don't make him suffer any more..."

Kuang Mu's hand held Yan Minhui's wrist, his head was lowered very low, his eyes were stained with tears, and he nodded vigorously, his throat seemed to be choked by a ball of cotton, and he couldn't say a word. Can't tell.

"Good boy..." Yan Minhui's gentle voice sounded in Kuang Mu's ear again, the voice became weaker and weaker, and drifted farther and farther away.

Suddenly Kuang Mu felt that the hands that were caressing him sank suddenly, like a piece of silk that he couldn't grasp no matter what, it hit the bedside with a bang.

"Beep——"

The heartbeat detector made a sharp cry, which echoed back and forth in the ward.

Kuang Mu fixedly looked at those hands, those very slender and beautiful hands...

In fact, he still has some things to say to Yan Minhui...

Yan Minhui has not seen his son for the last time.

Kuang Mu hadn't had time to call her mother.

Kuang Mu wanted to grab those hands again and finish what he wanted to say, but before his hands touched the fingertips of those hands, he was squeezed away by the doctor who rushed over from behind.

Kuang Mu stood at the head of the bed, watching the doctors and nurses busy on Yan Minhui with dull eyes.

Kuang Jinshan also came in to negotiate with the doctor.

In Kuang Mu's eyes, those busy figures shuttled back and forth in the ward, as if they had been fast-forwarded, and they couldn't even see them clearly.

From time to time, a busy doctor bumped into Kuang Mu's body, but Kuang Mu didn't seem to feel it, he just looked at Yan Minhui's face quietly.

Yan Minhui was lying on the bed, her eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks were still a little pink, except for the bandaged gauze on her head, she seemed to be asleep.

The doctor took a flashlight, opened Yan Minhui's eyes and took a photo.

He sighed softly, and said to Kuang Jinshan, "Mr. Kuang, my condolences."

The voice seemed to come from far away, and Kuang Mu reacted very slowly.

Yan Minhui passed away.

Kuang Mu is only this year, although he lost his biological mother when he was a child, and later lost Ji Mingyi, but in his ten years of life, he has never seen death with his own eyes.

He thought that the process of dying would be very painful, and when he faced death, he should feel very heartbroken.

But when this moment really came, he found that Yan Minhui walked very calmly, as if not in pain at all, but now he was in a trance, as if his heart had been injected with an anesthetic, and he couldn't feel any emotions.

Kuang Mu watched intently as the doctor covered Yan Minhui's face with a white cloth, and then pushed her bed forward.

When the hospital bed passed by Kuang Mu's side, Yan Minhui's hand hanging beside the bed gently scratched the back of Kuang Mu's hand.

The touch was light and itchy, like Yan Minhui brushing the back of his hand.

Kuang Mumu followed the bed in a daze, and he stretched out his fingertips to reach forward, wanting to hold Yan Minhui's hand.

He has refused Yan Minhui's approach too many times, and has pushed away Yan Minhui's touch too many times.

It has become a habit for him to refuse Yan Minhui's approach for so long, but Yan Minhui has never blamed him. Whenever she sees Kuang Mu, she still smiles gently and wants to hold Kuang Mu's hand.

But this time it was Kuang Mu who took the initiative to hold her hand.

Kuang Mu thought that if Yan Minhui was looking at him now, she would be very happy if she saw Kuang Mu actively grabbing her hand.

But before Kuang Mu touched Yan Minhui's fingertips, his shoulder was firmly pressed down by Kuang Jinshan.

Kuang Jinshan stood in front of Kuang Mu, he pressed Kuang Mu's shoulder hard to prevent Kuang Mu from going any further, and at the same time said to Xiao Zhao behind him.

"Unblock the news and ask the media to come over and announce the news of Madam's death."

"Yes, Mr. Kuang."

After receiving the news, Xiao Zhao immediately turned around and walked outside.

Kuang Mu didn't seem to hear what Kuang Jinshan was saying at all.

He tilted his head and looked faintly at the place where Yan Minhui's hospital bed was originally placed. The place where Yan Minhui was sleeping was now empty.

Kuang Mu suddenly asked Kuang Jinshan: "If one day I am going to die, will you drain every drop of value from me like this, and then wait for the moment of my death with a blank face?"

Kuang Mu's voice was very hoarse, almost too hoarse to say anything, but he was still looking at Kuang Jinshan, waiting for Kuang Jinshan's answer.

Kuang Jinshan was taller than Kuang Mu, and he lowered his eyes to look at Kuang Mu as well.

Kuang Mu's eyes were very red, and the whites of the eyes were covered with red blood, but there was no tear in his eyes, and he just looked at him dryly.

Kuang Jinshan let go of Kuang Mu's hand and didn't speak.

"When Yan Minhui died just now, the doctor told you to mourn. Have you ever mourned? Or did you wait for this moment a long time ago, and you got a little impatient. Now that the money is yours, are you happy?"

"Kuang Mu, watch your words."

There were medical staff around, Kuang Jinshan looked at Kuang Mu with a gloomy face, and said in a calm voice.

Kuang Mu looked up at Kuang Jinshan's eyes, and he looked at them without blinking, trying to see some emotions from Kuang Jinshan's eyes.

Sadness, pain, loss, sadness....

But none of these.

Kuang Mu looked at it for a long time, but found that there was nothing...

Kuang Jinshan and Yan Minhui were husband and wife for six years, Yan Minhui abandoned her husband and son for him, and even gave him money when she died, but in the end she still had nothing.

Kuang Mu looked at it and suddenly felt very cold all over. He took two steps back, looked at Kuang Jinshan, sneered, turned around and left.

On the same day, the news of Yan Minhui's death was released by Kuang Jinshan.

Yan Minhui is also a well-known figure in the business world. As soon as the news was released, the 22nd floor of the hospital was crowded with reporters who heard the news.

In principle, journalists are not allowed to enter the hospital, but perhaps Kuang Jinshan did it on purpose to magnify the news.

Those reporters were like bees who heard the news, making a lot of noise in the hospital.

Kuang Mu was still imprisoned in that ward by Kuang Jinshan, waiting for Yan Minhui's funeral.

It was already the morning of the second day, the curtains of the ward were drawn tightly, the room was as dark as night, only the TV in the middle of the room was constantly flickering.

Kuang Mu sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, watching what was broadcast on TV expressionlessly.

The colorful lights on the TV flashed on his face.

"It is reported that Yan Minhui, the director of Kuang's Group, died of illness in the early morning at the age of 44. Ms. Yan is not only the director of Kuang's Group, the chairman of Fuxi Group, but also the wife of Mr. Kuang Jinshan, the president of Kuang's Group... ...."

"Our reporter learned that Ms. Yan died in a car accident. She was rescued in the hospital for two days and two nights, and finally died..."

"Ms. Yan used to be the ex-wife of Ji Mingyi of Ji's Group..."

Snapped!

Kuang Mu raised his hand to turn off the TV, and the last light in the room was also dimmed.

Kuang Mu's hand holding the remote control slowly dropped to the bed. He looked around, not knowing what he should do now.

The difference is that before Yan Minhui passed away, Kuang Mu was eager to get in touch with the outside world, but after Yan Minhui passed away, Kuang Mu felt that everything didn't matter.

Kuang Jinshan was so eager to tell the world about this matter, Ji Xiaohuan already knew the news.

Kuang Mu felt exhausted thinking about it like this, he curled up his hands and feet and lay under the quilt, but the voices of the reporters outside the corridor were still very loud.

Yan Minhui's funeral and memorial service were arranged three days later in a large auditorium.

Kuang Jinshan hired very professional people to deal with this matter. They took care of Yan Minhui's appearance, made her look as beautiful as before, and then placed her in a beautiful glass coffin in front of the auditorium.

The auditorium was decorated in black and white, and looked solemn and solemn from a distance.

Kuang Jinshan and Yan Minhui knew so many people that the auditorium couldn't fit the wreaths sent by those celebrities in the business world.

The funeral started at nine o'clock in the morning, and Kuang Mu, as a family member, had already arrived at the auditorium at eight o'clock in the morning. There was another white flower on his chest, and he stood in the auditorium blankly watching Kuang Jinshan and the staff go back and forth busy.

At 08:30 in the morning, the outside of the auditorium was surrounded by media reporters, and even bodyguards were needed to maintain order.

At 45:[-] in the morning, the parking lot outside the auditorium was full of cars, and almost all the guests who saw Yan Minhui off had arrived.

Kuang Mu was brought to the entrance of the auditorium, and he was arranged to stand here, bowing for every guest who came in to send Yan Minhui's funeral, while Kuang Jinshan stood next to him at the main seat, thanking every guest who came.

A funeral worker stands at the most door, and he will accept the invitation of every guest to enter the venue here.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the funeral officially began. The glass doors of the auditorium opened. The guests held invitation cards and were led by the staff to enter in order.

Those who entered were solemnly dressed in black and white.

The staff took the invitation in their hands, loudly reported the identity and name of the visitor, and led the guests into the auditorium.

"President of Yunyou Group, Mr. Fang."

"Chairman of the Huo Group, Mr. Huo."

"Director of Fengyang Company, Ms. Liu."

Everyone who came in would walk up to Kuang Jinshan, shake hands with him and say, "Mr. Kuang, my condolences." Then he patted Kuang Mu on the shoulder and said, "Master Kuang, my condolences."

Kuang Mu used to hate people touching him, but in this situation, he just stood there and mechanically bowed to those people.

Until 10:30 in the morning, the people outside the door have all entered the venue one after another, and the staff are also starting to prepare for the next agenda.

At this time, a black car drove over at the gate and stopped firmly in front of the glass door.

A young man got off the co-pilot of the car. He straightened his clothes and walked up to hand an invitation to the staff.

The staff read the name aloud according to the name on the invitation.

"Director of Ji's Group, Mr. Ji, please."

When Kuang Mu heard this surname, the hand hanging by his side trembled suddenly, and he raised his head in a daze.

The sunlight outside the auditorium was a bit dazzling, and Kuang Mu's eyes were hard to focus because of the light, and the spots of light added a bit of brightness to the surrounding black and white.

Kuang Mu squinted his eyes, and saw the young man walk to the back of the car, bowed his body and opened the back seat of the car.

A pair of long legs wearing black patent leather shoes protruded from the car, and then a slender and handsome man stepped out from the car. He was wearing a black suit and stood in front of the car. He walked quietly towards the auditorium.

When the media nearby saw the person coming, they were silent for a moment, and then immediately began to discuss in a storm.

"Ji Xiaohuan!"

"It's Yan Minhui's biological son, Ji Xiaohuan!"

"it's him!"

Some reporters squeezed in the front row to press the shutter, and some reporters hurriedly picked up the microphone in their hands and began to speak loudly to the camera behind them.

"At the scene of Yan Minhui's memorial service, her biological son Ji Xiaohuan, who had long since severed ties with her, came to the scene..."

There was a lot of noise around, but Ji Xiaohuan stepped on the black carpet under his feet despite the noise, and walked towards Kuang Mu step by step.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021122721：46：12～2021122822：14：39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 flying flower;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Yu Zhao; 2 bottles of Wenerbuer; 416895601 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!