Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Three days later, the group shareholders meeting issued an announcement that Jiang Fuli transferred all the shares under his name to Jiang Xiaolin and resigned from the position of deputy general manager of the group.

This news was good news for Xu Jiuru, but unfortunately she couldn't hear it anymore. At three o'clock in the morning that day, she pulled out the oxygen mask and the infusion needle, and died at 3:45 in the morning.

The day before she committed suicide, everything was as usual.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, she felt better and gave a confession, but still did not plead guilty. The police said that the time for the trial was almost set, but in her case, she might eventually be executed outside prison.

At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Jiu was ill. He vomited blood once. There were problems with his internal organs and his body functions were not working well. The doctor asked his family to prepare.

It's uncertain whether death or prison will come first.

At 7:20 in the evening, Xu Jiuru asked the crime team to let her see her family. Because of a serious illness, the crime team agreed. The so-called seeing family members also met with Jiang Weier and Jiang Weikai.

The siblings went in wearing disposable sterile gowns.

Xu Jiuru wants to sit up.

Jiang Weier held down her scrawny hand: "Lie down, don't get up."

Xu Jiuru took off the oxygen mask, her cheekbones were high and she was too thin. Her voice was weak and she panted softly, "Where is the snow?"

"outside."

She glanced at the door, her pupils were muddy and her eyes were out of focus: "I'm relieved with him with you."

"Take a rest, you can't talk too much." Jiang Weier wanted to help her put on an oxygen mask.

Xu Jiuru shook her head, pushed her hand away, took out a file bag from under the pillow, and handed it to her with shaking hands: "You take it."

Jiang Weier took it, but did not open it.

"Your shares have been given to Brother Lin, and I will buy you a dowry." Xu Jiuru covered her mouth and coughed a few times, "Don't quarrel with Bingxue in the future, and live with him. Bingxue is what I look for. Great, I can trust him."

Jiang Weier was silent.

Xu Jiuru rested for a long time, and continued to say with a strong spirit: "Old man Xue family is a decent person. After you marry, he will definitely treat you well."

She seems to be explaining the funeral.

Jiang Weier's nose is sore: "What are you saying about this?"

"I'm your mother, I won't tell you these who will tell you."

If you don't say anything, there will be no chance.

Xu Jiuru reached out to Jiang Weier.

Jiang Weier held her hand, icy cold.

"Although Lin Ge'er and Jiang Zhi hate me, they are both sentimental and righteous people and will not irritate you. Don't be alienated from them because of me, especially Lin Ge. Are you his aunt after all? If you have any difficulties, go find him."

Jonville nodded.

Xu Jiuru beckoned again: "Wei Kai."

Jiang Wei stepped forward: "Mother, say it."

"I'm sorry for your father and son. I will take good care of Will from now on." She covered her mouth and coughed for a long time, her face turned from pale to blue, "Weili also took a lot of trouble."

Jiang Weikai said nothing and nodded.

After all the explanations were over, Xu Jiuru said, "Call Jiang Zhi for me. I want to see him."

Her eyes were hollow, she seemed to be in a trance, but when she said the name Jiang Zhi, her pupils shrank.

Can't let go of grievances?

Jiangweier said: "He won't come."

Xu Jiuru's eyes were lifeless: "I'll take a break." She closed her eyes.

Jiang Weier put on the oxygen mask for her.

She cried when she went out.

Jiang Wei patted her on the shoulder. He was almost two rounds, unlike his brother, but like his father: "My mother gave birth to five children, and you and Wei Xuan are the ones I love most."

The others are nothing to hurt or not love.

"When Xiaolin had an accident, I went to question her. I said that if it was Weier who was tied up, she wouldn't give me the 2 billion." Jiang Wei opened his eyes and became sour. "She didn't answer me, but I think she will. The Jiang family is the least like you and Wei Xuan, so she loves you two the most."

Xu Jiuru should hate herself very much, so she especially likes the two children who are not like her.

Jiang Weier lowered his head and said nothing, tears falling on the shoe, behind him was Xue Bingxue, who was at a loss.

Jiang Weikai sighed and called Jiang Xiaolin: "Aren't you coming to the hospital?"

Jiang Xiaolin mumbled: "I'm afraid to **** off her." The old lady probably didn't want to see his unfilial descendants.

Jiang Weikai scolded him and hung up.

At 7:30 in the evening, Jiang Zhi received a call from Jiang Weier.

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

Jiang Weier was silent for a long time: "She wants to see you."

The pen in Jiang Zhi's hand fell to the ground, and he picked it up: "I'm not going."

"I know."

Jiang Weier hung up the phone.

Zhou Xufang was originally reading a paper version of the novel on the sofa in the study. Hearing the content of the call, he moved a stool and sat beside Jiang Zhi: "You go." She lay on his desk and looked at him, "Jiang Fuxi drugged her, she didn't have many days."

Jiang Zhi put down the pen and hugged her: "No, there is nothing to say."

A smile and a grudge?

Impossible, Xu Jiuru is not that kind of person, nor is he.

At 3:55 in the morning, Jiang Zhi received another call from Jiang Weier. When he answered the call and returned to the room, Zhou Xufang was already awake.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhi sat back on the bed and covered the air conditioner on her stomach: "Xu Jiuru is dead." He lowered his head, his hands paused, "It was suicide."

Zhou Xufang was surprised and not surprised.

Before Xu Jiuru went to the rooftop, he wanted to commit suicide.

"It should be because I want to die decently and don't want to go to jail." Jiang Zhi reached out and hugged Zhou Xufang, with his face lying on her shoulders, in a low voice, "Her self-esteem is her life. "

Zhou Xufang stretched his hand behind his back and patted gently: "Go to the hospital."

His voice was dull: "Not going anymore."

At 4:39 in the morning, Jiang Xiaolin met Jiang Zhi in the hospital.