"Arranging a private jet, I immediately flew to Italy." When Xiao Nian even sounded pale.

"I am probably the one who is in the Italian side, and you will only put yourself in danger." Feng De disapproved.

When Xiaonian sat on the ground, he looked at him with no sorrow. "If the palace is in Europe, it will be fine."

""

"But I am not as smart as he is. I only know that my mother is in danger now, I am going to save her." When Xiao Nian looked at him, his eyes were all in utter disappointment. "If she has something wrong, I will never be in my life." I will forgive myself."

She only recognized her parents for how long, she could not imagine that something worse would happen.

"Miss Xi."

"Blocking the housekeeper." When Xiao Nian looked at him, he whispered lowly. "I miss Miyao, I miss him."

If Miyao is here, he must have a perfect solution.

But he is not around her.

"It's better for me to arrange someone to save the lady in the past." Feng De said, when Xiao Nian shook his head, "The Baisha Islands are now all people of Mu Qianchu. He will be extra cautious in this period of time, if you send people to save People, my mother may be transferred without waiting for the island."

""

"Only when I go, I will see the machine again and bring my mother out."

When Xiao Nian’s hands pressed his head, talking and breathing was very unstable, and he was in a hurry.

Feng De looked at her and realized that she could not stop a daughter from saving her mother's desperate mood. She could only compromise and nod. As she said, they are not young masters and can't think of a better way.

"Well, Miss Xi, I will send someone to check the private plane and send you the fastest speed."

"Thank you, seal the housekeeper."

When Xiao Nian said to him, sitting on the ground for a long time can not get up, she felt that the strength of her body has been exhausted.

Sitting on the private plane to the White Sands, when she was sitting in the window seat, she looked at the front and left seats with a dull look.

She still remembers that this private plane was sitting before. At that time, Xu Bingxin came back with them to attend the Gongao birthday party.

The temper of Gong Ou'an was getting worse and worse, but he still controlled and chatted with Xu Bingxin, trying to be a polite son-in-law.

A blink of an eye.

There is only one person left on this plane.

The original thing is that human beings are like this. When Xiao Nian tried hard, she grasped how much she deserved.

She is a very cherished person, at least, she thinks so.

But why, everything is like the fine sand in the palm of the hand flowing between her fingers, leaving her away without notice.

The private plane parked in the white sand island of Yang, she looked down from the window, and saw countless men wearing black uniforms standing there, densely packed, they stood neatly.

The Baisha Islands are the private islands of the family. Those people should be the people of the family.

It turns out that there are so many people in the family.

When Xiao Nian’s heart sank, he stood up and left.

The wind blew over something, blowing her thin body and going backwards, and the black skirt on her body was floating.

The sky in the White Sands is just the sky.

When Xiao Nian looked up at the sky, dusk.

She likes the dusk of the White Sands, and the soft light falls on a green field, as fascinating as a painting.

But now she has no feeling of appreciation.

When Xiao Nian slowly walked off the plane, looking down at the men in black uniforms, standing in front of a white skirt, the white flute on her body was so beautiful.

"Sister."

When the flute greeted him, it was still the arrogant attitude. "You are here, and the aunt and the first thousand are waiting for you."

"wait for me"

When Xiao Nian shocked, and then looked at the front of the line, not right, even if you want to control her mother, do not have to send so many people.

"Sister, I will help you with the bag." The flute said with a good look.

When you "walk away", Xiao Nian pushed her hand away, turned and ran to the car, and immediately got on the bus and said to the driver, "I want to see my mother when driving."

The flute quickly got on the other side of the car and looked at her with a pair of eyes. "Sister, have you ever cried?"

When Xiao Nian’s eyes were red and the skin was dry.

"This has nothing to do with you."

When Xiao Nian was cold and innocent, the black hand behind the scenes was Mu Qianchu. At that time, the intention of flute every day to accompany his mother could be imagined.

The car drove out of the apron, driving on the winding road and driving into the inner wall.

When Xiao Nian looked out, he was all wearing black uniforms.

A piece of pressure.

Her heart is sinking.

The car did not stop in front of the main house, but bypassed the main house and continued to move forward until it stopped in front of a Catholic church.

When Xiao Nian pushed the door open, six black gold antique carriages were parked on both sides of the road. People on the road turned to look at her. When Xiaonian’s eyes turned slightly, they saw the pistol worn by their waist.

"Why are there so many people here?"

When the whistle got off the bus, I heard a little thought when I heard it.

The whistle of the flute flashed, and when he looked at it, he said weakly, "Sister, don't be too sad, you will know when you enter the church."

Sad.

How can you be sad again?

When Xiao Nian grabbed the bag in his hand, he ran to the Catholic Church. There was a music coming out inside. She rushed into the church with the attention of countless people.

The Catholic Church is the most typical building in Italy. It has a high dome, a carved column, such as a giant statue. The light of the evening falls from the high windows, and the group of people who play music in the corner On the human body, passing the front of the group of priests who are chanting.

Their voices don't sound safe, they just feel flustered.

When Xiaonian stood at the door, the whole person was bathed in the rays of the sun. The tree was planted at the entrance of the church. A branch full of white and white was pulled down and fell on her shoulder. The petals slowly fell.

She looked forward and saw the black coffin in the central position. Next to the coffin, Xu Qianchu, an ink-colored suit, helped Xu Bingxin with tears on his face.

Xu Bingxin’s hand holds a document and a pen, which is being written.

When Xiao Nian wanted to stop it, it was too late. She watched Xu Bingxin sadly handing the documents to Mu Qianchu.

Mu Qianchu handed the documents to the doctor's eyebrows next to him. His face was full of feminine and feminine, and his expression was dignified. He helped Xu Bingxin to openly and gently. "Auntie, mourning, sit down."

Mu Qianchu helped Xu Bingxin turn around, and the two saw the time when they stood at the door.

""

Mu Qianchu stared at the time of Xiao Nian, when Xiao Nian also looked at him, she could not see a little sham in his eyes, only dignity and sorrow.

He looks really sad.

"Little thoughts." Xu Bingxin saw Xiao Nian, and suddenly came back from the past, hugged and hugged her, "Little thought, your father, his father, he"

When Xiao Nian stood stiffly, his eyes passed over the black coffin, and then he looked at the doctor who had collected the documents.

At that moment, she seemed to be somewhat awake.

She wondered what he would do if Miyazaki stood here.

Then she asked hoarsely, "What happened to his father?"

She pretends to know nothing.

Xu Bingxin shuddered and held a small thought, crying out, "Your father is gone, you go and see, then look at his last look."

"Impossible, impossible."

When Xiao Nian said lowly, a pair of eyes looked at Mu Qianchu standing in front.

"I can't believe it. Everything is fine when you are on the phone, but now, your father is lying there." Xu Bingxin was on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't make a sound. The crying was particularly harsh in the voice of the chanting.

Mu Qianchu looked at her deeply, then walked to the coffin, opened the cross forging cloth, and pushed the lid next to the next hand.

"Small thoughts, look at the legacy."

Mu Qianchu said so, the voice is gentle like water.

When Xiao Nian looked at Mu Qianchu, her face was pale as paper, describing she was thin, and her lips could not find a little blood.

She slowly pushed Xu Bingxin, and then walked toward Muqian, stepping forward, standing in front of the black coffin, looking down.

Xi Jizhen was lying inside, his face was calm, his face was full of life, his wrinkles were faint, and his facial features were still handsome. He was wearing a brand-new formal dress and could not see any scars.

When Xiao Nian’s legs were soft, his hands were pressed against the coffin, his body trembled sharply, and no tears fell. “He just fell asleep, and his father just fell asleep.”

Xi Jiyu lay so calmly and peacefully, but he lost a lot.

It can be seen that he was not good at the time of being secretly detained. It was not good at all.

"Little thoughts, the festival is mournful."

Mu Qianchu’s hand pressed her shoulder and gently opened it.

When Xiao Nian’s body suddenly shook even more, his fingers, lips and legs were shaking, like being pushed down by tens of degrees.

"Little thoughts, are you okay?" Mu Qian began to look at her with concern.

When Xiao Nian shuddered and grabbed the coffin, his nails slid deep into it, using all his strength, leaving a concave crescent on the coffin.

Mu Qianchu’s hand was placed on her shoulder at the moment, making her feel that there were countless bugs crawling on her shoulders.

She has never felt so fearful and angry at Mu Qianchu as she is now.

But she can't show anything.

"I, I am not good." When Xiaonian thought a little trembling, he said, "I want my father to come alive."

""

Mu Qianchu stood silently beside her.

When Xiao Nian slowly turned his head and looked at the face of Qing Jun’s Mu Qianchu, his eyes were red and his voice was shaking. “I’m going to live with my father. You let him live. You see, he didn’t die, he Just fell asleep."

Mu Qianchu gaze at her eyes, her face does not have any expression, his voice moved, and then said, "Little thoughts, the deceased has been paralyzed, you are not too sad, and the aunt is waiting for you. Take care of it."