"Xiaofan, I'm leaving, don't look for me. I'm really grateful to have met you. It's a pity that you are not my son, but you treat me like a relative, which makes me feel the warmth of someone's filial piety, and
Let me have a home..."
"But Mother Wu is just a servant, and I don't want to cause any trouble to you. People of my generation have accepted that principle, so Jiang Ming and the others are still my relatives, so I went home. I don't want to let my family suffer because of me."
My son will continue to disturb you. You are all good children. Mother Wu hopes that you can live a good life together."
Although it was just a simple letter, less than a few hundred words, and although Wu Ma did not say anything sad, Ning Fan knew that Wu Ma was in pain when she wrote this letter.
Ning Fan opened the remaining two letters and read them. He just finished reading them and said, "No, Mother Wu is going to commit suicide."
"What?" Several people looked at the envelope.
This is for Jiang Zhihui. The sentence above is: Zhihui, I've really had enough. I have no regrets about marrying you. It's just that we didn't discipline our children well. I won't live much longer. I will be buried in the same place after my death.
In your family's cemetery.
Wu Ma left all her savings. Combined with these words, it is very likely that Wu Ma will pass away early.
"Xiaofan, we are going too."
Jiang Yurou drove a few people to Jiang Zhihui's home.
boom!!!
Ning Fan just kicked in and saw several people playing cards and gambling money inside.
One of them was Jiang Zhihui. Several people looked at the door, where they saw a man and three beauties.
A man in a vest stood up: "Hey, Lao Jiang, why did you invite three such beautiful ladies to come over?"
"That's right!"
A man with dyed hair stood up and raised his hand to pull Jiang Yurou.
Ning Fan grabbed the other man's wrist, then slammed his knee into the man's abdomen.
"Ouch--" The man kneeled on the ground, holding his stomach and almost vomiting out what he had eaten.
When the other two saw their companion being beaten, they immediately picked up the wine bottle on the table.
"Xiaofan, be careful!" the three of them reminded worriedly.
Ning Fan stared directly at Jiang Zhihui as he walked over and knocked the two men to the ground.
"You, you, you, why is it you again? What do you want?" Jiang Zhihui said fearfully.
Snapped!!!
Seeing Jiang Zhihui's face, Ning Fan slapped him directly, then stepped on his chest and asked, "Where is your hometown?"
Jiang Zhihui covered his face, trembling with fear, and asked tremblingly: "Why...why do you ask this?"
"You are not qualified to know, tell me quickly?"
"Here, there, Jiangjia Village, xx County, xx City, next door to Nan Province."
Ning Fan said: "If something really happens to Wu Ma, I will definitely not let you go."
"Xiaofan?"
"Um!"
After Jiang Yurou got Ning Fan's permission, she took out two letters and said, "This is a letter from Mother Wu to you and your son. If you still have some conscience, please change your past mistakes."
Putting the two letters on the table, Jiang Yurou followed Ning Fan and left.
When they got outside, Jiang Yurou asked: "Xiaofan, should we leave now?"
"Well, you go back to the villa, I can go alone."
"That place is only five hundred kilometers away. I don't worry about Mother Wu," Jiang Yurou said.
"Yeah, we don't worry about it either."
After spending more time together, the girls also developed feelings for Wu Ma.