After stealing the baby of the president, he asked me to sing conquest every night

The two children wiped away tears for Mommy, and their soft little hands fell on her face and eyes, "Mum, wash your face and eat something. Let's go, we all miss Uncle Meng."

Xi Yunmiao felt relieved, grabbed the children's hands, kissed from left to right, "There is no such thing as Uncle Meng in this world anymore, he is still very young, I feel sorry for him, I promise, cry After today and tomorrow, I won’t cry anymore, I want to live a good life, I have such good two children to accompany me, make me happy, I have no reason to be sad every day.”

The mother and son talked for a while, got up, washed and had breakfast.

Xi Ruiqing quietly sent a message to daddy, telling him everything about the situation here.

Jiang Kaiting didn't go to work. Even though he was in Nanjiang City, he was not in the mood to work now. All he could think about was how to live a life where his wife and children were hot on the kiln.

Xi Yunmiao packed up and went out with her two children. Before leaving, she called Gu Wenlun and made an appointment for a time and place.

When they arrived at Meng's villa area, Gu Wenlun and Jiang Beilei were waiting for her at the gate of the villa area, and went to Meng's villa together.

When Xi Yunmiao and Jiang Beilei appeared side by side, she saw the posthumous photo in the hall at a glance. She forgot to walk, and forgot everything around her. Everything in the world disappeared at this moment, only the black and white photo framed by the black frame. The person in the photo is smiling at her.

That smile she had seen countless times, only this time deeply hurt her heart, that smile was not like a person, that smile seemed to come from hell, with a gloomy and cold breath rushing towards her face, her Her eyes were like being pricked by needles, she even forgot to cry, she was staring at the photo.

Across the distance, between the solemn faces, and the grief-stricken figures of the Meng family's parents, Xi Yunmiao's legs could not move.

Jiang Beilei touched her arm, and Xi Yunmiao finally came to her senses. Tears had already accumulated in her eyes, and she walked over there.

Jiang Beilei supported her, and the two children followed her obediently beside her.

When she came to the posthumous photo, the tears in Xi Yunmiao's eyes had already poured down, she couldn't control herself anymore, she covered her mouth and sobbed loudly.

Instead, it was Mrs. Meng who came to comfort her. She got up and supported her arm, "Miss Xi, thank you for coming to see him off for the last time. He was chanting your name before he died. I only hope that you can live a good life and take him away." Completely forget."

Xi Yunmiao cried even harder, Meng Xiangsen had tears in his eyes, and sighed, "He has nothing to regret."

People came one after another, and Jiang Beilei reminded her, "Miss Xi, why don't you take the child to rest, there are many people here."

Xi Yunmiao couldn't react for a moment, she shook her head and said, "No."

Xi Ruiqing and Xi Ruiqi stood in front of the portrait and bowed three times in a very sensible way, then Xi Ruiqing walked up to Mommy and said, "Mommy, your friend passed away, you are sad, we also like Uncle Meng."

After experiencing the life and death of her son, Yu Wanyan seemed to have changed her sex overnight. She made it clear, "Miss Xi, Jing Lin hopes that your future life will be happy and happy. There are people coming and going here, which makes people misunderstand. Miss Xi's reputation is not very good, not to mention that you have two children, Lao Meng and I have shared your thoughts, Jing Linquan knows, and I feel at ease."

Xi Yunmiao looked at her sad and kind face with tears in her eyes, and nodded. She also knew that if she cried too much here, it would cause unnecessary pressure on them.

There was a small room on the first floor. When Jiang Beilei and Xi Yunmiao walked there under the guidance of the servants, Xi Yunmiao caught a glimpse of a familiar figure inadvertently.