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He walked to the door, did not call the housekeeper, but personally pushed the wheelchair in, "Mr. Jin, I am honored to serve you." ”

"There's a button on the desk, please press it." Jin Zeheng obviously didn't want to accept his help.

A look of embarrassment appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he helplessly spread his hand, walked to the desk and pressed the button.

The bell for help rang.

After a while, the butler and a manservant hurried into the study.

"Mr. Jin......" The housekeeper nodded politely to the middle-aged man, "Sir...... Mr. Jin is going to rest now. ”

The middle-aged man understood, "Mr. Jin, don't bother." See you tomorrow! At eight o'clock in the morning, someone will come to the villa to pick you up. You can rest assured, everything is arranged. ”

"What else am I worried about? Life is arranged. Jin Zeheng sneered, a little helpless.

After the middle-aged man left, the housekeeper and the manservant helped Jin Zeheng sit in a wheelchair.

Jin Zeheng beat his knees sadly, and his heart was mixed.

What happiness can he bring to Luo Xingchen?

But if he doesn't agree, who can he trust this woman to?

He thought that as long as he was there, if Jin Zeming could come back, then Luo Xingchen would still have a chance to meet him.

If other people are arranged, it may be a vast sea of people, and the end of the world is boundless.

……

In the early morning of the next day, sure enough, a car came to pick up Jin Zeheng.

He wore a black suit, and when he went out, the butler wanted to help him put on his coat.

He refused, and only had a thin blanket over his knees.

Along the way, he didn't speak.

In addition to the middle-aged man yesterday, it was Isabella.

When we arrived at the Abnan Cemetery, the gloomy sky seemed to be raining lightly.

The car door opened, and two men dressed in black and bodyguard-like ran over to carry Jin Zeheng out of the car, and one of them helped him open a black umbrella.

The breeze blew, and the cold rain hit Jin Zeheng's pale cheeks.

February's weather, cold!

"Young Master Heng, I'll go get you another blanket." Isabella said.

"No need." Jin Zeheng replied lightly.

He wheeled his wheelchair onto the lawn, where several men stood with a coffin surrounded by flowers on a shelf beside them.

"Can I see my brother's face?" He asked.

The middle-aged man had a difficult face, "because of the big explosion......

"Hmmm! I see, that is...... Nothing in the coffin? ”

"Young Master Heng......" Isabella coughed lightly.

Jin Zeheng made a gesture that he didn't want to listen to and came to the side of the men.

"Mr. Jin, I'm sorry ......"

A man stepped forward to offer his condolences.

Jin Zeheng didn't know him, and he didn't want to say anything, just sighed, "Okay, don't say anything." Do what you want to do as soon as possible! I accept ......"

He looked at the coffin and frowned slightly.

On the lawn lies a beautiful white carved tombstone, with beautiful floral decoration and text.

The text is very simple, only Jin Zeming's English name.

Jin Zeheng's eyes were inexplicably hot, when he had just returned to the world from hell, he complained about his younger brother and hated his younger brother.

But at this time, although he knew that there was nothing in the coffin, he felt that it was likely that his brother was still alive.

But when he saw the name carved on the tombstone, he couldn't suppress the great grief in his heart.

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