Ye Wanwan looked at her distressedly. Because of her excessive sadness, she seemed completely different from yesterday. Her eyes were red, her hair was slightly messy, and her skin was very pale.
"I can't eat it, take it away!" Tang Zhixia shook his head.
Ye Wanwan said softly, "Mr. Tang, Mrs. Xi is gone. Everyone is very sad and reluctant to leave, but you have to cheer up and take care of other people. You can't fall down. You still have children to take care of.
I also need to help Mr. Xi handle the funeral arrangements, and you need to eat."
Tang Zhixia's mood at the moment was very fragile and she needed someone to take her out of this situation, and Ye Wanwan's words undoubtedly gave her strength. She glanced at her gratefully and said, "Thank you Wanwan, you are right.
"
She can't let anything happen and cause trouble to everyone anymore."
Tang Zhixia drank a bowl of porridge, and Xi Jiuchen walked in to accompany her. After a while, with Xi Jiuchen's comfort, Tang Zhixia fell asleep. Ye Wanwan came in again, covered her with a quilt and stayed with her.
"Are you her new assistant?" Xi Jiuchen didn't recognize Ye Wanwan because there must have been too many people at the wedding.
Ye Wanwan stood up quickly and replied, "Yes, Mr. Xi, my name is Ye Wanwan.
"Please take care of my wife first and don't let anyone disturb her." Xi Jiuchen said to her.
"Okay." Ye Wanwan responded softly.
Xi Jiuchen left, and Ye Wanwan patiently accompanied the sleeping Tang Zhixia.
Ye Wanwan's silent cell phone rang, but she didn't realize that the name on it was Master Jian.
Then, it rang again.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen missed calls were displayed on the screen.
Ye Wanwan looked at the haggard-looking Tang Zhixia and felt extremely distressed. At this moment, several nurses were talking at the door. She quickly got up and went out, shushing them in a low voice, "Ms. Xi is resting.
Please keep your voice down."
The nurse was immediately startled, covered her mouth and left.
In Jian Zhipei's villa.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a very irritated figure was walking back and forth. What happened? The bird he let fly flew away for him? Lost contact?
What does this girl mean? Do you think that what he said last time meant giving her freedom?
Jian Zhipei reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed again, but still got the answer that no one answered.
"SHIT." The man immediately got angry, picked up the car keys on the table and planned to go out.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mrs. Jian coming over who was chatting with the servant. He hurriedly concealed his irritability and stepped forward with a smile, "Grandma."
"Go out!"
"No, let's go downstairs and have a cup of tea." Jian Zhipei helped grandma go downstairs.
"I have time to spend with Xuemei. She is very boring alone. You young people have more things to talk about."
"I will."
"Don't go out today. Let's chat with grandma. In the afternoon, I will accompany grandma to get dressed. I heard that there is a very good tailoring shop here that specializes in custom-made clothes for old ladies."
"Grandma, I'll ask him to come and customize it for you."
