Jian Zhipei's eyes instantly turned cold and he warned, "There will be no next time."
Qiao Xuemei's heart tugged, and she realized that the incident was serious, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Jian, but Ye Wanwan is the one who deserves the most damn. She lost such a precious thing like you. She didn't even know the story."
The value of treasure.”
"Don't let me hear your words of insulting Ye Wanwan again, otherwise, get out of my house." After Jian Zhipei finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Qiao Xuemei panicked and hugged his arm, "Brother Jian, forgive me, I beg you to forgive me."
Jian Zhipei pulled out his arm in disgust, "Don't touch me."
Qiao Xuemei looked at Jian Zhipei's ruthless back in disbelief, a wave of resentment rushing to her forehead. What trick did Ye Wanwan use to make her relationship with Brother Jian become like this?
Ye Wanwan was in the office and sneezed so loudly that he was stunned.
"Who is scolding me?" Ye Wanwan murmured.
At this moment, her cell phone rang. She reached out and glanced at the unfamiliar number, then picked up, "Hello, who's there?"
"Ye Wanwan, I am Qiao Xuemei, let's meet!" Qiao Xuemei's voice came.
Ye Wanwan was stunned for a moment and said politely, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, I'm at work."
"Did you lose the Jian family's heirloom? Ye Wanwan, you have no idea how important it is to Brother Jian. It is the treasure that their family has miscarried for two hundred years, and it is more important than your life.
"Qiao Xuemei's voice came angrily from the other end, "Ye Wanwan, do you know that it belongs to me, it is a family heirloom that I want to pass on to our children, please get it back for me quickly."
Qiao Xuemei's sharp and deafening voice came, and Ye Wanwan was stunned.
"If you can't get him back, get away and stop pestering me, Brother Jian. You are not qualified to marry him. You are not worthy at all." Qiao Xuemei's voice died as she spoke.
Ye Wanwan took a breath. She did not expect that she had lost such a valuable thing from this man. Although she did not mean it, at this moment, a strong sense of self-blame overwhelmed her.
Li Xiaoxin knocked on the door and came in, bringing her a cup of coffee, "Wanwan, the funeral will be held tomorrow. Prepare a set of black clothes. We will accompany Mr. Tang to see the old lady off on her last journey."
"Okay!" Ye Wanwan nodded.
In the lobby of Xi's house, candles are lit, and a photo of Mrs. Xi during her lifetime is enshrined. The candlelight reflects on her face, she is smiling and her face is kind.
The funeral arrangements have been made and the old lady will be sent to her resting place tomorrow.
early morning.
The sky was clear for a while, then it turned cloudy again, followed by drizzle. Today was the day for Mrs. Xi's burial. Around nine o'clock, all the people who came to see her off on her last journey arrived at the cemetery on time.
side.
Tang Zhixia was wearing a black dress with white flowers on her chest. She stood beside Xi Jiuchen with a dignified expression. Her two assistants were one meter away behind her. Ye Wanwan and Li Xiaoxin were wearing black suits and standing with umbrellas.
People from the Xi family came one after another. The first ones came were Xi Zhiyuan and his wife, with their two children, Xi Siyao and her brother.
The couple said a few words to Xi Jiuchen very sadly. Xi Siyao also looked at Xi Jiuchen with distressed eyes. It seems that he has not been having a good time these days!
