Even so, he went with her.

"Miss Wen."

Uncle Ying’s eyes are a bit complicated.

"The young master told me to tell you this, just want to tell you, even if he came back alive this time, he will die after a few years, so Miss Wen no longer feel embarrassed."

"..."

However, Wenhe was even more apologetic, and the heart was blocked by a mass of cotton.

What Gu Yuzhi did for her, is it a ‘many’ that can be described?

After even his death, she was in a good mood, and asked the uncle to tell her these words.

The purpose is very simple, that is, let yourself not be guilty of his death.

"Uncle Ying."

After a long time, Wenhe was quiet.

"I can't take these things, you can take them back."

She has already owed too much to Gu Yu, and she has no chance to pay back any more. How can she take his things again?

Uncle Ying shook his head. "Before the young master left, I gave me a sum of money to let me go back to my hometown. The other servants were also dismissed. As for these industries, there is a fixed operating mode. Miss Wen does not have to worry about it. He gave you a little gift from the young master. He has no relatives. He doesn't know who to give it except you."

"..."

Wen Wo is speechless, remembering his life, and his heart is more painful.

"Okay, then I will keep it first."

Wenhe embraced the box and looked a little sluggish.

Suddenly, she thought of something, "Yes, the uncle, Gu Yuzhi's cell phone is not in your hands?"

"I'm here."

"Can you give it to me?" Wenhe remembered the video they recorded on the plane. "I want to be a memorial."

At the beginning, he said that he recorded a video to miss their solitude, but he did not expect him to be a slang.

Now she can only miss him.

"can."

Uncle Ying went upstairs. A few minutes later, he handed Gu’s cell phone to Wenhe.

"Thank you."

She squeezed the phone, and finally, she resisted the tears that were about to burst out, and said goodbye to the uncle, and left silently.

On the way back to Kyoto, she never talked again from beginning to end.

Huo Wei, who was silently guarding her, pressed her heart and couldn't bear it, and accompanied her back to the Xiaoyang Building near the military area.

Just entering the door, I found Lu Chaoyang coming.

Her abdomen has a very obvious arc, about four or five months of stomach, a pregnancy.

"Yangyang, how come you?"

Huo Xiaoyi, "What about Yunxiao?"

"He is in the company." Lu Chaoyang smiled lightly and his eyes fell on Wenhe's face. "I will see you."

Huo Wei also followed Winwa and nodded.

Wen Wo went upstairs from the self, and Huo Wei wanted to keep up, but was stopped by Lu Chaoyang's eyes.

She followed and went upstairs.

Not waiting for Wenhe to close the door, he squeezed it in.

"Wen Wo, I haven't seen you for a long time. Don't you even give me the chance to tell me?"

"..."

Wenhe looked at her, no snoring.

Lu Chaoyang smiled and found a chair to sit down.

Wenhe sat on the small sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stayed for a while. The whole person was somewhat wooden.

"Warm Wo."

Suddenly, Lu Chaoyang called her.

Wenhe glanced at her. "There is something to say."

Lu Chaoyang recently did not know whether it was because of pregnancy, habitual sorrow, going to worry about the country and worrying about the people, down to worry about the people and things around, there is no moment to stop.