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Chapter 541 The best time, perhaps like thisBy Jane
The best time, maybe like this By Jane
He hurriedly got off the bed, held my wrist, and said earnestly: "Listen to me first, it's not that I don't want to marry you, it's just—"

"Just what?" I stared at him with a cool voice.

Something flashed in his eyes, and he was silent for a while, just when I was about to brush away his fingertips in disappointment, his voice passed in a hoarse voice: "I don't want those rumors to hurt you, I'm a man, everything I should take care of it."

After all, he is still afraid of gossip. He is not afraid of being hurt, but he has to worry about her and Jian Yao, especially his relationship with the earl. Announcing their affairs at this moment will eventually arouse a wave of public opinion. I don’t know yet What will be biased towards.

I took a deep breath to calm down my messy emotions, "You know what? From the very beginning you have been saying that you are not worthy of me; not being worthy of three words is the worst reason in love! Since you like it, there is no such thing as being worthy or not. The question is, if you like someone, you shouldn’t be responsible for her happiness, so don’t you feel relieved to leave it to others?”

"As for what you said that a man should take care of everything, I don't agree with it. The relationship is between two people, and no matter what happens, the two should bear it together. Otherwise, why do you have to swear an oath when you get married, no matter your health or illness, you will never leave?"

He was stunned for a long time, showing an apologetic expression, and hugged me: "It's my fault, I'm sorry! In fact, I really want to marry you, but I always worry about this and that, and I don't know how to say it!"

"Life is for the two of us, so why worry so much. You told me that people who don't understand themselves don't need to care about it."

……

I married him, simply registered, and invited Jian Yao to have a meal with a few friends, but it was not announced to the public.

Knowing this, the British widows specially sent Zhou Jin to send gifts from China.It was a cross-stitch embroidered by Lan Mufei herself. It was a full meter long, with a hundred flowers blooming and competing for beauty. There was a line of words embroidered below: Respectfully Zhu Hangjian held his hand, and his white hair matched his eyebrows.

Regarding our marriage, my parents originally planned to hold a small wedding. They were not satisfied with Hang Hang, but they also knew that he was sincerely treating me well, so they did not object.

I politely declined my parents' kindness, I didn't want to waste extravagance, and I didn't want to make a high profile, I just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life with him and Jian Yao.

It's been a long time, and I can't hide it. This marriage was exposed to the eyes of the public, and all kinds of unbearable public/opinions came down. Rumormongers have fabricated that Jian Yao is not the child of a widow, but that Hang Hang and I stole it.

At first he endured it, but when the report about Jian Yao came out, he lost his temper and sent a lawyer's letter to sue the magazine.

The magazine knew that the matter was serious, so he quickly apologized and was willing to publish a clarification, but he refused to give up. In addition to suing the editor of the magazine, he even ordered someone to buy the magazine, forcing the other party to go bankrupt and lose everything. Kneel and beg.

I can't persuade him.

He said: It's all for you and me. I can't stand the slander after living for so long. You should never involve the child; the child's heart can't be hurt.

I called Yingwidow to talk to him, but there was no need to make such a fuss.

The widow Ying comforted me, he was trying to make an example to the monkeys, because we were too tolerant of those public opinions before, which made people push their feet; so much so that they thought that there was no one in the Louis family, and the orphans and widows plus a former entourage would be easy to bully.

Only then did I suddenly realize that if it weren't for the support of someone with a heart, how could the chief creator of a mere magazine be so bold!

The outside world thought that we were orphans and widows, and that Hang Hang was just a follower, but they never thought that he had been with the Yingwid for so many years, if he didn't have certain skills, how could he be relied on by the Yingwid.

The report did not have any impact on Jian Yao, so I stopped asking about it and let him handle it with peace of mind.

For more than a few months, the slander against us from the outside world gradually disappeared, and those who tried to shake the Louis family were also discouraged because of his decisive killing, and life finally returned to its previous calm.

In fairy tales, the prince and princess living a happy life is the end, but staying together in reality is not the end.

How wonderful it would be if this is really the end of me and him.

In the few years after he just left me, I often thought this way, but the more I thought about it, the more sad I became.

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In the second year of my marriage with Hang Hang, one day I was having a meeting in the office, and he was dealing with affairs in the branch when he received a call suddenly, and he passed out.

At that moment, I felt dizzy, almost forgot that I was still in a meeting, and rushed out of the office without hesitation.

It was already night when he arrived at the hospital, and he was sent to the ward without waking up.

The doctor told me that his cancer relapsed, and the situation was not optimistic. It could take half a year or three months.

For a moment, I felt like I was dreaming. He was always fine and healthy. How could there be Cancer? I don't believe it.

I was dreaming, the doctor was lying to me.

For the first time in my life, I lost my posture, kicked the doctor out of the ward, and called him a quack. My husband is not sick, he is fine.

After closing the door, before the tears fell, his gentle voice blew past his ears: "—Ah Jian!"

My parents habitually call me "baby", and the widow calls me "Jane", but he is the only one who calls me "Jane."

I rushed to the side of the hospital bed, held his hand tightly, and said impatiently, "I'll take you back to Paris and find the best doctor for an examination. It won't be Cancer... No..."

He looked at me with distress and guilt, and said to me in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Ah Jian..."

I was startled: "Why do you have to apologize?"

"I have cancer. I thought that after the operation, I would be healthy and would not relapse if I worked hard to recuperate." He said, his eyes turned red, "I didn't expect it to recur. I'm sorry, Ajian!"

She pursed her lips, before the words came out, tears were already falling ferociously.

Why are you apologizing to me?

Obviously I should apologize, husband and wife for two years, facing each other day and night, sharing the same bed, but I never even asked about your health, cared about it.

Is there a wife worse than me in this world!

It wasn't until now that I understood why he loved me so much back then, but didn't mention marriage for so long.

I am afraid that I have been worrying about the recurrence of Cancer.

The last thing we want to happen will happen after all, and none of us can avoid it.

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It turned out that the year he left Paris on the pretext of not causing trouble to me, he had already been diagnosed with cancer. At that time, it was in the early stage, and the doctor suggested surgery, so that he could rest and recover, and the possibility of recovery was the greatest.

He didn't tell anyone about this, he went out of town alone, and let the high-level people in the branch conceal his hospitalization.

The woman who pursued him crazily was not really chasing him, but to create the illusion that he was troubled enough to be too lazy to go to the company, so that he could be hospitalized for recuperation.

He was in the hospital preparing for the operation while dealing with work; after the operation, he would need a long period of recuperation. He was worried about me and the company. Passed out several times before returning to Paris.

In the past few years, he has been in good health. Apart from being thin, he has not had a lot of colds and fevers. I always thought that he was in good health, but I never thought that he had cancer all the time.

During the time we were together, I was always busy with work, and he would accompany me to work together, never complaining, I was used to his caressing, his meticulous care, but I forgot those who should be my wife obligation!

I'm not good enough, I don't care about him enough, it's all my fault.

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Back in Paris, the best hospital, the best doctor, and the best hospital bed were arranged, but it didn't help his condition much!
The doctor said that those who have undergone surgery like him rarely relapse. Once the cancer recurs, the cancer cells will spread very quickly. Even the best doctors are helpless in such a situation!

I ran between the hospital and the company at two o'clock and one line. I was not yet thin, but looking at his yellow and thin face that was tortured by the illness, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he was no longer as bright as before. Yiyi, even breathing seems so difficult.

Just like a candle, it is radiant when it is lit, and it is still bright when it burns to the middle, but it will gradually go out at the end, which is a fact that can never be changed.

No matter how great you were at other times, you are powerless at this moment. You can only watch it burn out bit by bit until it goes out.

One day in the second month, the lawyer he called suddenly wanted to sign several documents in front of me.

Over the years, he has worked hard with the British and widows, and the real estate and stock assets under his name can be regarded as invisible local tyrants. He looked through the documents and I realized that it turned out to be the inheritance of the will. write my name.

I held his hand, staring quietly, without saying a word.

He smiled slightly, "I know you don't lack these things, but I have no father or mother, and Misty Rain is not here. The only ones I kiss are you and Jian Yao. If I don't leave it to you, who will I keep!"

Only then did I suddenly remember that he was homeless and helpless in this life. He was supposed to meet a woman who would love and protect him, but instead, he was left with a selfish woman like me, who made him worry all the time!
He handed the signed document to the lawyer, and the lawyer left first with good eyesight.

I held his hand tightly and wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"At the beginning, I didn't know that I would relapse and it would be so fast, otherwise I would not have chosen to return to Paris. I am already content to meet you in this life and have these few years. You are good at everything but you are too stubborn. I like to be alone when I encounter anything, and I wanted to protect you for the rest of my life, but I am destined not to be with you until you grow old."

From the beginning to the end, there was no trace of sadness in what he said, and everything was just a plain narration like an explanation.

Death seemed inevitable, and he had accepted that he would die.

"Let's make a promise, shall we?" I suddenly said in a daze.

He stared at me affectionately, "Promise?" After the tone fell, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "...I don't have much time, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

My heart suddenly felt pain, "The time we have been husband and wife in this life is too short, too short... We agreed, you walk slowly, wait for me... When I find you, let's not drink the legendary Meng Potang, take the memory of this life to the next life to make up for this regret, okay?!"

"Okay! We will be husband and wife in the next life, and it must last longer than this life." He chuckled.

At this moment, it seems that it is not a life-and-death oath, but a very ordinary sentence.

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I stayed in the ward most of the time. In order not to hinder his rest, my office is next to his ward!
Jian Yao knew that he was sick, so he stopped making trouble, became extremely obedient, and no longer bothered me.

He didn't want me to inform the widows about the illness, he didn't want them to be sad early, and he just wanted to spend the remaining time with me quietly.

I used to think that in this life, I loved Yingying too much and used up all my strength, and I didn't have the strength to love others anymore.

For him, I just got used to it, relied on it, and held him tightly in my palm like grasping the last straw.

Since he was hospitalized, he has become thinner and thinner day by day. Every time I see him tortured by illness, my heart feels like a knife, and I suddenly realize that I have long since disliked the heroic widow, that extravagant dream that I cannot afford.

What I love is this husband who is with me and treats me tenderly.

But I found out too late, too late, and the time we can spend together is too short, too short.

During this period of time, we chatted a lot, talking about my childhood fun, talking about the embarrassing things about studying abroad, listening to him mention things about his hometown, and his talented sister Yanyu.

When mentioning when he fell in love with me, he seemed shy, shook his head with a smile and said he didn't know.

At first when he saw me, he just thought I was a rich lady, or a child who hadn't grown up; he didn't think much about it, and when I came back from school, he didn't want to change into a slim woman, his eyes followed the widows all the time, and his His eyes followed me involuntarily.

I quietly listened to him talking about that obscure secret love, the pain in my heart, what should I use to soothe it?

Either escape, or forbear!
From the first encounter, acquaintance, to the current love, why can't we join hands forever.

Is it destined that only in dreams can I see peach blossoms full of branches? Is it destined that my love will last forever only in dreams?

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Hang Hang proposed that he wanted to go home, he didn't want to waste time in the hospital, probably because he felt sorry for me running back and forth.

I selfishly want him to spend more time with me, and I don't want to let him go home.

When he was about to pull out those needles and go home, I held his hand and said lightly: "Stay with me for a while, even if it's just an extra day, an hour, or a second.

Hang Hang was stunned, he looked at the doctor standing next to him, and then at me, finally he didn't say a word, he lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Sometimes when the sky clears up, he also wants to go outside to bask in the sun.

When he proposed to do this, I strongly opposed it, but he smiled at me and said: "Don't let me go home, and don't let me bask in the sun?" After a pause, he said: "I can bask in the sun." The days are numbered."

When I heard him say that, I couldn't help stopping his hand.

For a moment, I wanted to turn around and rush out of the room, then burst into tears and hysteria, but I couldn't, because I wanted him to see that I was alive without any worries or sorrows, so that he could feel at ease and... Walk without worries.

So, as long as there is sunshine, I will sit with him on the balcony to bask in the sun and experience the feeling of being bathed in the sun.However, I know better in my heart that every second I spend with him is the most precious, for him - every second is one second less; after today, I don't know if there will be tomorrow .

"Ah Jian, shall we go for a walk?" He suddenly said to me not long after dinner that evening.

When I really walked out of the hospital building, I suddenly found that it was late autumn, and there were almost no green plants on the vast land. The branches had long been bare, and even fallen leaves were rare.

At this time, he has no physical strength to support himself to walk, so I can only push him in a wheelchair.

The flat road, with beige bricks one after another, extends far, far ahead, and I can't see the end ahead.Pushing him to walk in the noisy world, the drowsy lights on the side of the road are one after another, and the stars are dotted, intersecting into a point in the distance.

This clear night is like tassels, and the strands seem to be broken. Everything seems to be telling the vicissitudes of the years and our helplessness.

We stopped by the fountain in the small square of the hospital. He held my hand and looked at my face without looking away for a long time.

After a long time, I slowly said: "I never thought that we could be together before, and no one told me if we could be together. I am happy to be able to marry you and have these few years, but I don’t feel at ease when I think of leaving you behind. No one in this world can see through your thick armor what a fragile soul you are behind! My poor Jane, you will be alone again in the future , why am I so useless..."

As he said that, he sneered, with helplessness.

Hearing his slightly lower voice, buzzing in my ears, I couldn't speak at all for a moment.

In the late autumn night, there are still many people walking on the hospital road. The elderly couples on the bench look at the clear night hand in hand, or lovers or couples or relatives walk on the street hand in hand. Every step is very small, as if hoping that this road will last forever. It seems like it can't finish.

Hold your hand, grow old with you...

Suddenly, this sentence flashed in my mind, and even I couldn't help being taken aback.Just thinking about it, I involuntarily passed under his palm slowly, slowly clenched it, feeling the warmth that only belonged to him.

Now, I hold his hand, but... how can I grow old together?
Since we were together, he said "I love you" countless times, and compromised me tenderly countless times, but he never asked me once, never asked me once, whether he loved him.

He never mentioned the topic of having a child, and he treated Jane as if he was his own.

He was afraid that the answer I said would not be what he thought.

He knows that I love Jian Yao very much and doesn't want another child.

This man, he loves me with his soul, with every breath of his breath, until death.

The thought that I might lose him at any moment made my heart ache.

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In the third month, his condition got worse and he was in a coma for a long time. Sometimes I would sit by the bed and look at him, staring at the little instrument, afraid that it would stop, and my husband would fall asleep forever. .

Chemotherapy did not suppress the spread of his cancer cells. Every time I saw him enduring the great pain, coming out of there, unable to eat anything, and would vomit when he drank, my heart was pierced.

People undergoing chemotherapy are prone to irritable moods and breakdowns, and he is also the same, but he has never said a word to me in a loud voice. His pain and discomfort have always been endured by himself, and he does not want me to share it.

what can i do

I really want to find a place to cry aloud, to vent all my sorrow and pain, anger and unwillingness, but I dare not, dare not take a step away from his side.

Sometimes even when I am by his side, I dare not close my eyes no matter how tired I am. I know very well that one look is one less.

Surrounded by intense sadness, there is no sadness—it is parting.

On the day when Hang Hang left, the company called early in the morning, because a certain financial manager made false accounts and made a shortfall in the company's accounts. The matter was extremely serious, and I had to go to the company.

I didn't want to leave the ward, so he said to me in a gentle voice: "You are not the only one in this huge company, it also involves countless families. You have to be responsible! You will have to work even harder when I'm not around in the future. Go, go early Come back early!"

Somehow, there was a bad feeling, I held his hand, unwilling to leave.

He was in good spirits, smiled at me, and said, "I am in good spirits today, and I really want to eat. If you go early, you can come back in time to have dinner with me."

My persistence was no match for his soft words, and I said very seriously: "I will resolve this matter quickly, and you must wait for me to come back, for sure."

"I'll wait for you!" He smiled and nodded in agreement, urging me to leave quickly!
I turned around and took two steps, stopped, turned my head to meet his warm eyes, turned and walked back, leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Honey, I love you, you must wait for me to come back."

This was the first time I called him husband, and the first time I said the words "I love you"; I saw excitement and joy in his eyes.

He hugged me and kissed me with the remaining strength. His lips were slightly cold, stained with the bitterness of the medicine, but there was a sweet love between us.

Panting slightly, he let go of me, gently adjusted the hem of my clothes, and said softly, "Go."

This time I didn't hesitate anymore, I always thought that as long as I told him some things, he would persevere and stay strong for me.

No matter what method is used, I hope that he will not leave me, but will always be with me.

……

Perhaps it was the anger and resentment accumulated in the past few days in my chest. When I returned to the company, I dealt with this matter vigorously, leaving no room for it.

After dealing with a bunch of messy things, my thoughts were confused and I was extremely tired. For some reason, I fell asleep on the table in the conference room.

I don't know how long it took, but I was woken up by the ringing of my mobile phone. It was a call from the hospital. I answered the phone in a panic, and the doctor said over there: "Mr. Hang left, 15 minutes ago."

"..."

I was holding the phone stiffly, at a loss.

The doctor repeated the fact that he was dead on the phone.

For a moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, and the soul was split.

My heart ached like I was about to die, and grief flooded in, burying me deeply.

Outside the window, night and day alternate, but why does my world stop?
From now on, no one will prepare supper for me when I work overtime until late at night, and no one will accompany me to watch the morning clouds and sunset, and no one will say when I am tired: Come, rest on my shoulder for a while.

No one will always tell me in my ear: You are a woman, don't try to be brave in everything...

no more...

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Knowing the news of his death, the widow Ying and Lan Mufei hurried back to Paris and took Niannian with them.

At that time, I stayed in the empty ward of the hospital day and night, guarding the empty hospital bed, the place where his faint breath remained, unwilling to leave.

My parents had nothing to do with me, so they had to ask the widow Ying to persuade me.

I can't hear, I can't see, time seems to stay in the days with him, guarding the memories with him, so be it.

When I was young, I loved the heroic widow, to the point of death, to the pride and lowliness of love, but in the end he didn’t love me; after going through the vicissitudes of life, I fell in love with Hang Hang, but fate snatched him away from me early, no matter what. May we grow old together, what hope is there in this life.

If there is no Jian Yao, no gray-haired parents, maybe I will go with him like this.

Time is great, it will permeate Hang Hang's tenderness, his deep affection, and his kindness bit by bit into my body and the depths of my soul; so that when I lose him, it seems that someone has connected the blood with my life. It's as if the heart is taken away, heart-piercing.

In the first few days, I couldn't believe that he just left. I was in a trance but firmly believed that he didn't leave. He loved me so much and was determined. How could he be willing to leave me and leave me alone? , alone.

Widow Ying and Fei Fei comfort me——human time is over, but human affairs are always!

But how can I accept it, my husband, the one who loves me like his life, has completely left me, separated from Yin and Yang!

I don't know what happened to me, I just know that after waking up, Yingzhi's low voice told me: "You are pregnant, almost four months."

At that moment, the tears in my eyes flowed down, I couldn't help crying, and kept repeating the three words "I'm sorry".

Hang Hang devoted his whole life and life to loving me, and I have been greedily enjoying the good he brought me, but never paid for him, even when he was dying, I didn't let him know, He is going to be a father.

I regret it very much, if it wasn't for my carelessness, if he could have known earlier, if he knew that he was going to be a father, would he have been able to last a little longer and walk with me a little longer...

Whether we can wait until our child is born.

During that time, my spirit was extremely poor, and I was an advanced mother, not to mention managing the company, and it was even unknown whether the child in my stomach could be kept.

The widow and Fei Fei discussed and stayed for a while, and he managed the company; Fei Fei and my mother took care of me wholeheartedly.

……

Hang Hang's ashes were not buried, nor was there a tombstone, etc., because he finally left a sentence for the widow: After I die, please make my ashes into a wedding ring, so that I will always guard her and never leave .

I think his decision may be because I once told him that I hope he can always be with me, no matter in what way.

Our marriage is just a simple registration, no wedding photos, no wedding, no engagement ring; our hands are always clean without any jewelry, never thought that one day in the future, he will use his own ashes to cast a silver wedding ceremony Precepts, worn on my ring finger, trapped for the rest of my life, accompany me for the rest of my life!
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Jian Yao knew that I had a baby in my womb and was not in good health, so she went to collect jokes every day, sat by my bed and told me one by one to make me laugh.

All the year round, this child has a temperament like Fei Fei, is quiet and indifferent, and doesn't talk much, but he stays with Jian Yao all day long.

Losing Hang Hang, I am more sad than heartbroken, but for the child in my stomach, I gritted my teeth and held on. After so many years, such a big company and two families, I can survive, there is no possibility that I and Hang Hang's child will not be lost.

As for Lan Mufei, because of being a widow, I felt that I had lost to this woman. I thought that I would never see her again in this life to witness my failure; but I never thought that when I fell in love with Hang Hang, when he left me, Everything is different.

The widow Ying was right, after seven years of marriage without love, she seemed to be a relative; now both the widow Ying and Fei Fei are my relatives.

For this child, the parents mean that it is okay, because I am an advanced mother, and Hang Hang was seriously ill at the beginning of pregnancy, so I didn’t take good care of myself; I can’t guarantee that the child will be [-]% healthy, and they think I already have it. Jian Yao, there is no need to take the risk of having a child for a person who is no longer alive, and you will meet someone better in the future.

With red eyes, I said to my mother: "There will be no more... there will be no more..."

This child, I must have.

I was six months pregnant, and my belly was not big. I had a checkup and it was a girl.

I touched my stomach and burst into tears.

I miss him, I want to tell him that he is a father, I want to tell him that we will have a lovely, lovely daughter.

It's just that it's impossible for him to know all of this.

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At the 36th week of pregnancy, the amniotic fluid broke suddenly, and I was sent to the operating room with dystocia. I had a caesarean section and narrowly escaped death. My daughter finally came to this world.

She weighed three pounds and was thin and thin. Because of my physical condition, she was sent to an oxygen box for two weeks when she was born; and although I came off the operating table, I narrowly escaped death and stayed in the hospital. For half a month.

During this period, the widow Ying and Feifei stayed in Paris and took care of me and my children.

Jian Yao and Niannian both love this newborn sister very much. The first thing they do when they wake up every day is to see her;

There was a dispute over the name of the daughter with the parents, who wanted the granddaughter to be named Lancelot because he was no longer around.

I stubbornly want my daughter to take his surname, even if he is not in this world, there is still a person in this world with his blood on his body, who will call him "Daddy", why should she not be surnamed Hang!

Daughter named: Hang Qiannuan.

Nickname: Think about it.

Maybe it's my fault. Thinking about my poor health since I was a child, I often caught colds and fevers. Every time I saw her crying and crying because she was so young because she needed to take medicine, my heart was pierced like a knife.

I have failed Hang Hang a lot in this life, and now I can't even take care of his only child well, I am really sorry for him.

It took me a year, and my body finally recovered slowly, and I was no longer sick. Thinking about it, my body gradually became more resistant as I grew up, and it was better than when I was born, and I no longer had high fevers.

Seeing the whole year, I can't help but think about the Earl's title.

At first, I thought it was only natural to give everything to Jian Yao, otherwise why would I have to endure such hard work; but since he left, such thoughts have disappeared.

In fact, there is no need to be attached to life, rights, wealth, love, etc. The most important thing is to be healthy, safe and happy.

What's more, Jian Yao is not very interested in the title and the company. I asked his opinion. He is unwilling to inherit the title, let alone accept the huge family company. He likes freedom and doesn't like being restrained.

I respect what he means.

Talking with the widow and Fei Fei, he also has the blood of the Louis family all the year round. He is qualified and has the right to inherit the title.

The conversation was fruitless.

Because he has no interest in inheriting the title all the year round, let alone accepting business.Feifei's mood is the same as mine. She also hopes that her child can live freely.

We didn't expect that the previous generations fought for the title of life and death, and the generation of the two children did not care about it. They didn't want to be bound by the title, and wanted to be free to do their own things!
What Yingwid means is not to worry for now, he is still young and can't control anything, and when he really can't control it, let's see which of the two brothers will take over.

This huge family has a century-old foundation. It cannot be said that it will fall if it declines. No matter who it is in the end, there must be someone to take care of it!

I think about it, too, this kind of thing can't be rushed, and I can wait; not to mention there is another thing to think about, maybe I can help some brother in the future!

Yingwidow and Fei Fei were thinking about leaving Paris after they were two years old and returning to Xixun.

He handles the affairs of the company very well, and I will take over again. I will not have so many troubles, and I will be able to handle them with ease; plus the few capable and trustworthy people introduced to me by the widow Ying, I am not as tired as I was a few years ago, and I have time to accompany him Think about growing up.

He did not go back to Xun with them all the year round, nor did he stay in Paris, but went to country A to study.

Originally, Jian Yao wanted to go with her, but she couldn't let me go and think about it, so she finally stayed in Paris to study.

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postscript:

My parents had deliberately arranged for other good men to date me, saying that they would not mind if I had a son, a daughter, and two marriages.

But I mind the other party, either without his gentleness, or without his thoughtfulness and gentleman.

In the end, the parents had no choice but to give up.

I guarded the huge family, guarded and thought about it, and lived like this day after day.

……

The days without you, my world, and my time will all stay in those few years with you.

Reminiscing about you, and being with memory
Stay together, sorrow and die.

In this scene of life, good or bad, you will sing after you come on stage, love, hate, obsession, and hatred, all gradually dissipate in the prehistoric world over time.

The only thing that hasn't been diffused is my love and longing for you. As time goes by, like old wine, it becomes more and more intense.

The best time, maybe this is it.

May there be another life, I love you very much.

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Tomorrow afternoon, I will post a small clip of A Li and A Qing!At the same time, close the group access permission.Along the way, the good and the bad have become the past, maybe this is our best time.

(End of this chapter)