The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

When Xing Jiuan listened, he was about to cry.

Her so long grievance and sadness seemed to have a catharsis all of a sudden.

The master is like a master to her.

No matter how strong you are, you will feel aggrieved and sad.

Xing Jiuan leaned over, curled up carefully, and sat next to the master, next to her tombstone.

"I thought I taught you very well, confident, strong, and invincible..."

"Little Eryi, Master was wrong, forgot...you are still a child too."

She was spoiled to heaven, and in a blink of an eye, from heaven to hell, they shouldn't have forced her.

After breaking the contact, she didn't really look for her again, I don't know how much she suffered.

Obviously she is the proud girl of heaven, she deserves to enjoy the supreme glory and shine...

When the body was finally sorted out, it was discovered that her body had deteriorated and looked good, but in fact it was completely broken.

Even if you are a good child, you may not be able to live to 30 years old.

How much did they miss?

In just one year, I lost the most important person in my life.

"Little Eryi, don't be afraid. Master won't want you anymore. From now on, Master will stay with you here, OK?" Master gently stroked the cold tombstone with his hand, "You will never be abandoned."

Xing Jiuan pursed his lips and looked at Master, his eyes were red, but he was smiling.

She somewhat wanted to hug Master, after thinking about it, she didn't move.

I heard that ghosts cannot be very close to people.

The master seemed to see her, and those eyes seemed to see Xing Jiu'an through nothingness.

Xing Jiuan's eyes trembled.

At this time, people came to the manor again.

Xing Jiu'an's tombstone is indoors, not exactly.

It can be open at any time, but it can also be turned into a house at any time.

It is a very special design, made by a senior of Xing Jiu'an.

You can't let the little junior sister's place experience more wind and rain.

A small tombstone was also protected by them as a flower in a greenhouse.

The dense crowd suddenly dispersed, as if someone was coming.

Xing Jiu'an didn't know who was coming, so he looked over curiously.

Then the next moment, her eyes widened in surprise.

It turned out to be Lu Zhichen!

However, they had nothing to do with them in their previous lives!

Lu Zhichen walked with a black umbrella, the same black clothes and white silk flowers.

His clothes were a little wet, but he was not embarrassed at all.

He was holding a bunch of beautiful white roses in his arms, but there was a red string tied to his wrist.

Xing Jiuan bulged his cheeks.

Why do you still wear red at a funeral?

Although she doesn't care about these, she still has a little dissatisfaction.

Maybe it's because Lu Zhichen is so unique.

Lu Zhichen walked over and greeted the master, and then put the white rose down seriously, he spoke with a hoarse voice, "Little 21, Brother Jiu Nan came to see you."

Xing Jiuan thought of the dream state before, and was extremely surprised.

"You have no fate with her, Lu Zhichen, don't cling to the past." The master did not look at Lu Zhichen, but said something like this.

Lu Zhichen thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and showed Master the red string around his wrist, "No, fate has always been there."

The master didn't know what to say, his lips moved, or he didn't say anything.

Lu Zhichen stayed here for a long time, but Xing Jiu'an suddenly found that he didn't know what they were talking about. It seemed that he couldn't hear anything.