Chapter 687

"Jiaxuan, it's not your fault. Don't take the responsibility. You'll have a hard time in the future." Pei nanjue didn't want chu Jiaxuan to fall into self blame. He wanted her to be happy.

"Let's go back first." Pei nanjue opened the door and let Chu Jiaxuan get on.

Chu Jiaxuan bent down and sat in, but her tears still couldn't stop. Although Mrs. Gong didn't like her all the time, she was still very kind to her in the end.

It's just that she and Gong junchi have no relationship.

"I'll take you home." Pei nanjue thought that it would be better to send her back to Liyuan villa and let her mother accompany her. She is still immersed in the death of the old lady Gong.

Chu Jiaxuan nodded and did not answer. She felt that she owed Gong junchi a lot more. Although the death of old lady Gong had nothing to do with her, she was also an indirect murderer, wasn't she?

Today's weather is particularly gloomy, a city is surrounded by a layer of heavy fog, as if to rain in general.

When the car arrives at Liyuan, Chu Jiaxuan gets out of the car and looks at Pei nanjue.

Think of just Gong junchi look at her eyes, the eyes are full of hate.

He hated her, and now that his grandmother is dead, his resentment against them will certainly be deeper.

During Chu Jiaxuan's trance, Pei nanjue has opened the door and helped Chu Jiaxuan to the hall. Susan sits in the sofa and looks up to see Chu Jiaxuan and Pei nanjue come back together. She can't help feeling a little surprised.

"How did you come back?" When Chu Jiaxuan approached, she found her eyes red and swollen.

"What's the matter with you?"

Chu Jiaxuan raised her eyes, watched Susan embrace her and began to cry.

Susan's face tightened, and she did not understand what was going on. She interrogated him with her eyes.

As if to see Susan's doubts, he began to explain: "old lady Gong died."

"What?" Susan was shocked. The news was a bolt from the blue for her. How could this happen?

"Mom, am I wrong? Am I not good? Make Grandma angry? That's why she had a heart attack? " Chu Jiaxuan lies on Susan's shoulder, crying bitterly.

Susan turned red and slapped her on the back: "it's none of your business, silly boy."

No one wants such a thing to happen. Mrs. Gong died of a heart attack. It has nothing to do with her. She should not shoulder all the responsibilities.

Pei nanjue stood on the side of her body, her thin lips pressed tightly, and she didn't hum a word. At this time, she needed to vent. When she had finished venting, she would have figured it out.

As night falls and the lights are on, city a feels more and more restless. More and more things have happened recently, one by one.

First, it was reported that Gongshi group was in crisis, and then the chairman of Gongshi group passed away.

But just after the new year, everything seems to have turned over a day.

It has been a week since Mrs. Gong passed away. On the day she was buried, Chu Jiaxuan went to see her off. When she remembered Gong junchi's cold and strange expression, she felt a pang in her heart.

It was a great blow to him when Mrs. Gong died. However, she could not say a word except to make him calm down. She only hoped that he could not get out as soon as possible and not immerse himself in pain.

"Alas..." A slight sigh came from Chu Jiaxuan's mouth.

Recently, because she was in a bad mood, she also ignored Pei nanjue. She did not know if he was sleeping now. She picked up his mobile phone and thought about it. After thinking about it, she sent him a message: "did you sleep?"