Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"I'm very happy that you can come. I received the book that day. Don't worry, I will inherit my father's wishes and give money to the people in the book every month."

He checked the small book Qiao Nian gave him and found that all the people on the list were his father's old comrades-in-arms.

Wei Mingxuan pursed his lips, unable to hide the emotion on his face, and whispered to the girl: "Qiao Nian, thank you. If it weren't for you..."

Just as he was mid-sentence, Wei Lou came over, grabbed his arm and interrupted his words. He said casually, as if he didn't mean anything: "Dad, why do you talk so much? It's almost enough, let Qiao Xiaonian go in first. If you block people at the door, what will others think?"

There were a lot of guests coming to the Wei family to express their condolences today. They were all prominent figures in the capital. Wei Mingxuan was in charge of the overall situation of the Wei family.

He is the absolute master of today.

The protagonist left so many guests without greeting and ran to talk to a young girl. This is an extremely eye-catching thing in itself.

Many people are looking in this direction.

He looked Qiao Nian up and down, as if trying to figure out where Qiao Nian was.

After all, Wei Mingxuan was a person who had made it through the strong wind and waves. When his son reminded him, he realized belatedly that this was not a good time to reminisce about the past.

He rubbed his forehead and smiled helplessly: "Look at me, I'm so busy."

He raised his head again and looked at the girl with apologetic eyes: "Miss Qiao, don't mind. I'll come to thank you in person after I'm done with this period of time."

Qiao Nian was not good at handling this kind of situation. She raised her hand and subconsciously pulled on the brim of her hat. She found that she was not wearing a peaked cap when she went out. She lowered her hand that was raised in the air and her cold white skin turned white in the sun. With dazzling eyes, porcelain white and delicate: "Uncle Wei, you don't have to be polite to me. I told you that Wei Lou and I are friends, and Grandpa Wei is also my elder. It's just that I couldn't help. I'm sorry."

For the first time, she failed to snatch someone back from the hands of death.

It was also because of Wei Lao's incident that she realized for the first time that death was very close to her.

Life is so short, as if in the blink of an eye, as soon as you let go, a person is gone.

Qiao Nian pursed her lips. When passing by the young man, she raised her hand and patted the man's shoulder gently. There was no unnecessary expression on her face, but her movements were very warm: "My condolences."

She patted it and then retracted her hand, put one hand in her pocket, and walked straight towards the mourning hall.

Guard the building until the girl walked away.

Only then did he see the girl's back gradually walking away.

He looked stunned for a second, then raised the corner of his mouth, almost showing the careless smile he had when he was walking around the city, but the corner of his mouth only raised halfway and then fell down, leaving only endless bitterness.

He stayed in Baocheng for three years. During these three years, he was always thinking about how to get closer and closer to Qiao Nian.

He never thought that it would be in this situation when he finally waited for his sweetheart to take the initiative to approach him.

This feeling of being pitied by a girl I’ve had a crush on for many years...

Wei Lou twitched the corners of his mouth, almost wanting to curse.

Fucked the dog!

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The mourning hall of Mr. Wei was solemnly decorated.

The guests who came in to express their condolences all lined up in an orderly manner. Each person walked to the mourning hall and put down the white flowers they brought. After bowing, they changed to the next person.

Qiao Nian was at the back of the queue.

After Qin Si bowed to the old man in the photo, he put down the white flowers, turned around and left, when he saw the girls in the crowd who were standing in line.

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