Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Facing Fang Huan's questioning, Ximen Jing froze for a moment.

There was a guilty conscience in the eyes, and the eyeballs rolled around, but they didn't dare to look directly into Fang Huan's eyes: "I...I..."

"I" for a long time, Ximen Jing didn't think of how to answer.

Fang Huan looked at him and asked, "What are you? How did Big Brother know that Xue'er had lost her memory before?"

Of course, Ximen Jing couldn't answer Fang Huan's question. He was impatient just now, so he didn't think about it, and said it directly.

I didn't expect to be caught by Fang Huan!

On the other hand, Aunt Ximen turned sideways to block Fang Huan from looking at Ximen Jing, and looked at Fang Huan coldly and without any emotion as usual.

"You heard me wrong, how could Ah Jing know that Xue'er had lost her memory before!"

Hearing Aunt Ximen's words, Ximen Jing also nodded quickly: "Yes, you got it wrong! I didn't say such a thing."

Fang Huan curled his lips and sneered, is this just talking nonsense with his eyes open?

Such words came from the mouths of his mother and brother.

How can such a person manage to live such a peaceful life in Ximen's family, with money from Ximen's family? !

Before Fang Huan could speak, Aunt Ximen began to blame others: "Ah Jing is your elder brother, how can you question your elder brother in such a tone?!"

"That's right! I'm your elder brother anyway, do you know what ordering between seniors and young is?!" Ximen raised her chin quietly, standing proudly behind Aunt Ximen.

From childhood to adulthood, Aunt Ximen only loves her son Ximen Jing.

Even though he was twelve years older than Fang Huan, Aunt Ximen wanted Fang Huan to let Ximen be quiet everywhere.

"It turns out that this is how orderly seniors and young are used. The big cousin is really amazing!"

The one who spoke was Ling Wu, who came down from upstairs.

Maybe it's because Ling Wu's aura is too strong, Ximen Jing, who has always been protected by Ximen's mother, even shrank back instinctively.

Seeing Ximen Jing's performance, Ling Wu's face was full of disdain.

Aunt Ximen, she treats rubbish as treasure, but treats real treasure as rubbish!

Glancing at everyone indifferently, Ling Wuyue turned her head to Fang Huan and said, "I've got my things, let's go."

Fang Huan nodded, did not say hello to Aunt Ximen and the others, and prepared to leave with Ling Wuyi.

When she reached the door, Ling Wuwen stopped and looked back at Aunt Ximen: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you one thing."

"Grandpa's body has almost started to recover. When I went to see him yesterday, he said that he would transfer all the Ximen family's property and property to my name in advance."

"When I take over the Ximen family, I will clean up the door. People who are not related to my Ximen family should be mentally prepared to pack up and leave."

After Ling Wuwen finished speaking, Aunt Ximen and the others were all in a commotion.

What is called advance? ! Shouldn't a will be made after death? !

Now, isn't it true that people are not dead yet!

And why do you say that people who are not related to the Ximen family should pack up and leave? !

After all, apart from Grandpa Ximen and Ling Wuyue, only Yi Zichuan has the blood of the Ximen family.

That is to say, tell them all to fuck off? !

The corners of Ling Wu's mouth raised, and he said, "Maybe you don't know, aunt. Although grandpa said to make a will before, in fact, he has not had time to make one. This time I am back, and grandpa intends to give it to me directly. This will also save me from making a will. .”

After finishing speaking, Ling Wuwen turned around and left Ximen's house.

As soon as Ling Wuyi left, Aunt Ximen and Uncle Ximen went to have a secret conversation for a long time.

As for the content of the conversation, besides Aunt Ximen and Uncle Ximen knew... Ling Wuyi also knew.

——Funeral Parlor. Mourning Hall

Ling Wuyi stood alone in front of Ximen's mother's coffin, looking at the remains of Ximen's mother after she had sorted it out herself.

In a previous world, she was an embalmer by profession, so she was quite familiar with it.

Ling Wuwen thought that since she couldn't do anything else for Ximen's mother, she would send her away beautifully.

Ling Wuwen leaned over, and put the necklace from home on for Ximen's mother.

"Mom, this is a birthday present I specially bought for you. I originally wanted to give it to you on your birthday..."

Ximen's mother's birthday is only three days away from Ximen Xuezhen's.

Six years ago, Ximen Xuezhen specially selected a necklace for Ximen's mother, and planned to give it to Ximen's mother on her birthday.

I just didn't expect that this gift was six years late.

When putting the necklace on for Ximen's mother, Ling Wuyi looked at her face seriously again.

This is a very beautiful woman.

In Ximen Xuezhen's memory, her mother is the most beautiful and gentle woman in the world!

She loves to laugh, and always smiles with crooked eyebrows.

She also loves to say encouraging words, whether it is Ximen Xuezhen or Fang Huan, she always encourages them and never criticizes them.

Ximen Xue really looks like Ximen's mother.

When they smile, they are all people with crooked eyebrows.

Ximen Xuezhen's personality is also very similar to Ximen's mother, she is so positive and cheerful.

Ling Wuwen sighed.

People like Ximen's mother finally left this world after years of mental torture.

Or she was late, if she could have come sooner...

"I can't blame you. If you don't come to this world, even Ximen Xuezhen and Grandpa Ximen will die."

Beside her ear was Xi Ziqiu's voice.

Ling Wuxi straightened up and looked back at Xi Ziqiu who was walking towards her.

"You're back." Ling Wuyi said softly.

There were only Ling Wuwen and Xi Ziqiu in the mourning hall, so there was no need to worry about what to say.

Xi Ziqiu nodded, and walked over to hold her hand: "Zi Chuan has already settled in Beijing, you don't have to worry."

The two of them have reached such a tacit understanding that they can hear each other's thoughts without using mind reading skills.

It was as if when Xi Ziqiu came in just now, he only saw Ling Wuyi's back and heard her sigh, so he knew what she was thinking.

"Well, I don't worry." Ling Wuyi responded softly.

How can she be worried about Xi Ziqiu's work.

Because she was worried about what kind of tricks Aunt Ximen was going to play, Ling Wuwen discussed with Xi Ziqiu to send Yi Zichuan away for a while.

Wait until Aunt Ximen, Uncle Ximen and others are settled, and then bring Yi Zichuan back.

Yi Zichuan is also very obedient. When he heard that Ling Wuyue had to do something, he was a little bit reluctant, and comforted Ling Wuyue, saying: "Mom, don't worry, I will be obedient!"

Xi Ziqiu lowered his head and looked at Ximen's mother in the coffin.

Ximen's mother's face was very peaceful, except for her frowning.

Even dead, his brows were tightly frowned.

Her hair was dyed black. Xi Ziqiu remembered that when she met Ximen's mother for the first time, she was not yet fifty years old, and her messy hair was almost completely white.

In order to make Ximen's mother's remains look less haggard, Ling Wuyi specially dyed her a more natural black color.