Jing Mohao pinched her ears and said, "Jian Qing will arrange all matters.
If you go, you will only cause chaos.
Luo Xi was still immersed in his own thoughts and nodded mechanically.
He was right, she really couldn't do these things, and going there would only cause more trouble.
Thanks to Jian Qing helping her.
Ding Runing has always been so quiet, so loving, and so proud of herself.
She definitely doesn't want her to mess around like this because of her leaving, and she doesn't want her to lose control and be hurt enough to give up on her ideals.
"Now, I really don't have any relatives around me."
Luo Xi seemed to be talking to himself.
"Nonsense, you still have me."
Jing Mohao suddenly said.
Luo Xi raised his eyes, his eyes lightly brushed over the man's stern face, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What is he?
A hypocrite who wastes his youth and refuses to take any responsibility or commitment?
Jing Mohao was hurt by her flash of ridicule, and then restrained his tone that was about to soften, and released a fierce voice, "Luoxi, don't forget, you promised to deal with this matter within a month."
Okay, the one-month deadline has passed, don’t try to delay my cooperation this time.”
Luo Xi listened to his words carelessly, and the smile on his lips became even wider.
Look He didn't even say a few words of comfort, but the fox's tail couldn't be hidden so quickly.
His rare gentle comfort just now was just because he was afraid that he would delay his business interests.
Whether he wanted to attend Ding Runing's funeral was just a bunch of wild thoughts.
Because she has no right to decide whether to stay or go.
In the final analysis, she should also be grateful to this man who was brainwashed by Nazism.
Thank him for his willingness to spend money to save her mother's life for a month and for his willingness to help her give her mother a decent funeral.
Luo Xi hid the despair in her eyes, stood up and walked to the wardrobe to pick out a few light and plain clothes, neatly folded them into a pile and put them in the suitcase.
"Get some skirts."
Jing Mohao looked at the denim shirts in the suitcase and asked ruthlessly.
Luo Xi silently walked to the cabinet and chose two more white dresses.
She no longer had any black dresses.
The long black dress she once loved the most had been lost in her hasty escape, carrying her glory and embarrassment.
So now, she can only wear white clothes to mourn Ding Runing.
Seeing that she had finished packing, Jing Mohao said nothing with a cold face.
He bent down and tightened the suitcase, picked it up with one hand, held Luo Xi with the other, and went downstairs and out the back door.
In the backyard, Ouyang was already waiting at the cabin door.
Luo Xi saw his indifferent face that ignored her, and suddenly realized that she hadn't seen him for a long time.
But he has always been this elusive before, and there seems to be nothing to make a fuss about.
Jing Mohao handed the luggage to the man in black and took Luo Xi into the cabin.
As the plane took off, the woman looked out the window surprisingly quietly, which made Jing Mohao a little worried.
"Luoxi, what are you thinking about?"
Jing Mohao asked seriously.
"I'm thinking about my childhood."
Luo Xi murmured.
Jing Mohao turned her around and hugged her, saying domineeringly, "Don't think about it."
"Why?"
Luo Xi couldn't help but blush.
The man pressed against the top of her head, a hint of haze flashed in his eyes from an angle she couldn't see, "Because you didn't have me when you were a child." "" If she had had him when she was a child, she would not be alive now.
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Luo Xi shed all her tears on the man.
This was his only use now
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