Tang Muzhi responded softly, his face a little pale, and he didn't know whether his voice was calm or weak.
From the surface, it seemed that her sadness was not as great as she imagined, or in other words, she was simply unable to express her sadness at the moment.
Her appearance made Jing Xiao extremely distressed. He stepped forward to hug her, gently caressed her back with his palms, and comforted: "It's okay..."
"Jing Xiao." Tang Muzhi called him in a dull tone, and then said word by word, "I'm fine, I'm going to the hospital now."
"Okay, I'll go with you." He agreed simply and without any hesitation.
Because he could see and feel that Tang Mu Zhi was in a very bad mood at the moment.
In her heart, she was not as fine as she said. In any case, the dead person was her father after all.
No matter how bad a person Tang Hong was, in Tang Mu Zhi's heart, there were some happy times between father and daughter many years ago.
Tang Muzhi didn't say anything, but her eyes were red, and she quietly went back to the bedroom to change clothes.
In fact, in her heart, she had never once asked for Tang Hong to disappear from the world of her and her mother. However, when this moment really came, she did not get the so-called relief in her heart.
Perhaps, for Tang Muzhi, this result was far more cruel than she imagined.
About half an hour later, she changed into a long black down jacket, wrapped herself tightly, and then followed Jing Xiao out the door.
On the way to the hospital, Jing Xiao thought of a lot of words to comfort her, but in the end he didn't say a word. It seemed that in such an atmosphere, no matter what he said, it would be inappropriate.
After arriving at the hospital, they took a last look at Tang Hong's body.
According to the police and doctors, Tang Hong's death was due to organ failure caused by a congenital disease. It was just an accident. Tang Muzhi did not question this result.
However, there was a feeling of emptiness in her heart, which was like a huge boulder hitting her heart, making it impossible for her to get rid of it or ignore the heaviness.
"I always thought that I hated him very much. I hated him very much." She looked up at the gray sky, her voice was trembling, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. "In my impression, he has never been a person." A good father, a good husband, and a good son. I have prayed countless times, hoping that he would never appear again, but I never thought that he would leave me forever in this way."
Jing Xiao held her hand tightly and said nothing, just staying with her quietly.
After a long time, Tang Mu Zhi restrained his sad emotions, looked at him sideways, smiled, and said softly: "Actually, I know that no matter what, his fate will be death. If the crime is determined, it will be death. Innate Illness is also death, and the result is the same for him anyway."
She spoke very slowly and in a calm tone, as if she was just talking about the life and death of others, but this was not a form of self-comfort.
Jing Xiao looked at her with more and more pity. He stretched out his hand to rub her head and coaxed softly: "Zhizhi, don't think too much."
His voice was soft, but with enough warmth to dispel the coldness.
Tang Mu Zhi nodded slightly and showed a smile.
Tang Hong's funeral was arranged by her. With the thought of returning to his roots after fallen leaves, she buried him in the Tanzhou cemetery, very close to his grandma.
The funeral was very simple. Not many so-called distant relatives of the Tang family came. After all, they all knew that Tang Hong had committed something, so they all stayed away.
This is the second time she has done something like this, but this time, she has Jing Xiao by her side, so she is not so sad.
On the way back from the cemetery, Tang Muzhi turned to look at the person beside him and said slowly: "Jing Xiao, thank you."
Her tone was sincere and somewhat serious.
Jing Xiao's eyes changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Is there anything to be grateful for? This is what I should do."
He stared at her deeply, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.
Being stared at by his eyes like this, Tang Mu Zhi felt an indescribable throb.
She didn't answer and lowered her eyes to cover up the complicated and indistinguishable emotions in her eyes.
The two of them continued walking forward, their ears filled with the sound of the wind rustling the leaves.
"Zhizhi." Suddenly, Jing Xiao called her.
Tang Muzhi stopped and looked at him, "Huh?"
"I may not be able to take you back to Jing's house for the Chinese New Year this year, but we can go to grandma's house to celebrate the Spring Festival." He told her abruptly, the volume was not loud, but every word was clear.
Tang Muzhi's body stiffened for a moment, and she seemed to know the reason in her heart, and replied with a smile: "It's all fine."
"Then I will make arrangements then?" He asked again, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Tang Muzhi nodded in agreement, which was regarded as agreement.
In fact, she doesn't have much expectations for the Spring Festival this year. After all, the scene of family joy seems to be getting further and further away from her.
After returning to the old house, they simply packed up and returned to Haicheng overnight without staying in Tanzhou.
In the next few days, Jing Xiao was busy dealing with the company's affairs. He wanted to stabilize the company's affairs before the end of the year.
Although Tang Hong is dead, the trouble caused by him has not stopped.
In fact, Jing Xiao knew very well that the reason why his father made such a big fuss this time was not only because of Tang Hong's affairs, but also because of Liu Enci's pillow style.
For a week in a row, he always left early and came back late. Tang Muzhi didn't ask any questions, and she didn't know what he was facing at the moment. She just told him to take rest and not to be too tired.
Zhou Chengsi had been on a business trip for a week, but he still couldn't solve the problem. He had no choice but to go there in person.
In the evening, when Tang Mu Zhi came out after washing, Jing Xiao had already packed her luggage.
"Are you leaving tonight?" she asked in surprise.
"No, I'll leave early tomorrow morning." As he spoke, he walked towards her, with obvious worry on his face, and suggested, "Zhizhi, how about I ask grandma to come and stay with you for two days. In that case, You won’t be too bored.”
After all, Tang Hong's incident had just passed, and he was afraid that she would have random thoughts when he left on a business trip.
"No need." She shook her head gently and said in a calm tone, "Aunt Man is at home, so it won't be boring. Besides, I can go play with Yuzi, so don't worry."
When Jing Xiao saw her insistence, he didn't force her. He just warned her worriedly: "Call me anytime if you need anything."
"Okay, be careful not to get too tired." She nodded obediently.
Hearing this, Jing Xiao reached out and took her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and murmured ambiguously, "I won't be too tired if you're not around."
Tang Muzhi heard what he meant, her face turned slightly red, she struggled a bit, and said softly, "Don't talk nonsense."
He laughed softly twice, still holding her tightly, and asked suggestively: "Zhizhi, can you be more tired tonight?"
Tang Mu Zhi was so shy that she lightly punched his chest and whispered: "You are not serious."
Her voice was soft and waxy, but it had a different flavor in his ears, which made him feel distraught.
Jing Xiao grabbed her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed her, his throat rolled, his voice became hoarse and charming, and he softly uttered a sentence, "I don't know what happened, but in front of you, I’ve forgotten what being serious is.”
In fact, even he himself doesn't know whether this change is good or bad, but he can be sure of one thing, that is, he is used to Tang Muzhi breaking into his life, and even enjoys it a lot. Got her.
He loved her every move, every smile, every word, every expression.
He liked getting along with Tang Mu Zhi, and every time there would be a new feeling that made him want to stop.
When their eyes met, there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes. Looking at Tang Mu Zhi's pretty face, he couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed her lips.
He kissed her very passionately, held her slender waist tightly with both hands, and brought her to the bed in a few steps.
After the two fell on the bed together, his kiss became more and more intense, as if the kisses they had been separated for several days had been accumulated until now.
The kiss came violently, with a hint of urgency. Tang Mu Zhi's heartbeat gradually became abnormal. A pair of hands pressed against his chest, but instead of pushing him away, they held onto his clothes tightly.
After a long time, Jing Xiao ended the kiss and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breath spraying on her neck, scorching hot.
He gasped lowly and raised his head, her face reflected in his dark eyes.
He just stared at her, as if he couldn't get enough of her. His eyes were deep and unpredictable, and all he could feel was a touch of hot emotion.
"What's wrong?" She gasped slightly and asked with some difficulty.
"It's nothing, I just like looking at you like this." He said softly, his voice was low and sweet, making Tang Mu Zhi's whole body feel numb.
She raised her head slightly and looked at his handsome face close at hand, feeling a little depressed and panicked.
Not long after, Jing Xiao leaned down again, and his thin lips left a faint mark on her white neck, which continued from her neck to her collarbone.
Tang Mu Zhi snorted softly, and the thin sound escaped from his lips and teeth, and it was like a catalyst in his ears.
She bit her lip gently, her eyes were blurred, and a light blush appeared on her ears, which looked extremely sultry.
Jing Xiao looked down at her, admiring the masterpiece he had just created. His Adam's apple rolled twice, and his body quickly tensed up, as if his whole body was being burned by fire.
"On a business trip for four days, I planted four strawberries." His evil voice sounded particularly ambiguous in the silent room, making people's blood begin to boil.
"Excessive." Tang Muzhi glared at him angrily, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone.
Jing Xiao curled his lips and smiled, reaching out to pinch her cheek. His deep and sexy voice was filled with a hint of temptation, "I may go too far tonight."
After saying that, he couldn't help but reach out and unbutton each other's pajamas.
His muscles are graceful and exude a charming aura under the light.
Tang Muzhi did not deny that he liked watching it, and he also felt that it felt good.
