Xiao Qiao slowly took out a white jade hairpin from his pocket and carefully inserted it into Fengrou's bun. "Mom, this is the hairpin I bought for you. Do you like it? I'll bring it to you.

It’s on! Mom, it’s so beautiful when you wear it!” Xiao Qiao murmured and choked up, how she wished she could hear it

Feng Rou gave a polite compliment, but now, everything has become a luxury. Why, why is God so cruel? She didn't even have the chance to see her mother for the last time. On that day, she shouldn't have gone out to go shopping on some bullshit street. She

You should stay close to her.

"By the way, did you hear it last night? It seemed like someone was crying in the mourning hall. They were crying so miserably!"

"That's right, I heard it too! Hey, you said that the third mistress's mother was really pitiful. She was so beautiful and she died before she was fifty. What a pity! The old lady was so cruel.

These two actually carried out such a murder! Master, these two

My hair turned so white all of a sudden! What a sin!" Outside the door, several maids and servants muttered in vain, and while pushing the door into the mourning hall, they saw a white figure standing next to the coffin, and they were immediately frightened.

Jumped and screamed: "Ghost!"

Xiao Qiao slowly turned around and looked at the maids and servants with an expressionless face. "Third Young Mistress, why is it you?" the leading servant said, and his face eased. Just looking at Xiao Qiao's back, it seemed that she was Feng Rou.

With his appearance, they thought it was a fake corpse!

Xiao Qiao didn't say anything, clenched her fists, and with hatred in her eyes, she rushed out of the mourning hall. Several maids and servants were so stunned that they were speechless, but they didn't know what she was going to do, so they turned around and looked back.

, but saw that Xiao Qiao had already run towards where Luo Yinghong lived.[

There was a miserable silence in the room. Luo Yinghong lay motionless on the bed, trying to speak, but couldn't say a word. The sharp eyes in the past had become cloudy, her hair was messy on her head, and her eyes were

There was a bit of anger in his heart, the muscles on his face were twitching constantly, and the soup poured into his mouth spilled all over his face.

Mu Xue, who was wearing sky-blue water clothes, leaned against the bedside with a soup in her hand. She picked up a spoon and poured the potion into Luo Yinghong's mouth. She smiled with a satisfied expression on her face.
Chapter completed!