Chapter 2098 The Soft First Love of the Lame Boss (116)

Jiang Jiuxi turned his head slowly and continued to look at Bai Weiwei.

His expression is even calm, whether it's asking someone to contact the funeral home or something.

When he did things, he was still as orderly as usual.

There was no trace of sadness, and no emotional upheaval that disrupted life.

Jiang Jiuxi forced himself to let go of her hand, and he was at a loss for a while.

Vivi is dead.

He still needs to deal with her funeral.

Don't be too shabby, and give her a nice funeral.

The dance troupe is also invited, and they are all her colleagues.

While thinking about the funeral, he limped into the bathroom, intending to wash his face.

The brain is too slow to think things through.

But when he walked into the bathroom, he was in the mirror.

It was terrifyingly unfamiliar.

Jiang Jiuxi's hair grew a lot of white hair overnight.

Black and white hair mingled together, turning into an old gray.

He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, then reached out and touched the corner of his eye.

There were even some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Whiteheads overnight, years old overnight.

Actually met him.

Jiang Jiuxi seemed to want to twitch the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself.

But the corners of his mouth were extremely stiff, and in the end it almost turned into a crying expression.

Jiang Jiuxi didn't dare to look in the mirror anymore, he lowered his head and tried to wash his face.

After washing and washing, he suddenly couldn't stand it any longer, and tears came out desperately.

He reached out and wiped it, but it didn't come clean.

In the end, he finally squatted down, his legs couldn't hold it anymore, and he sat on the ground in embarrassment.

The sound of crying became shrill.

He stretched out his hand to hold his head tightly, and the desperate and miserable cry seemed to come from every bone in his body.

Like a lone wolf who has lost everything.

Desperately screaming, crying blood-like pain.

He no longer has the strength to pretend to be a master, to pretend to be elegant, to pretend to be calm.

Pretend you can handle everything.

He can't stand this.

Can't stand this.

Bai Weiwei stood at the door of the bathroom, watching Jiang Jiuxi almost shrink into a ball, embarrassed and weak.

The worst cries came hoarsely out of his throat.

Hearing others was horrified and pitiful.

This is a man who she wants to die for, and who is so strong and terrifying.

became a complete loser.

The system is still nagging: "I will fix the fault right away. If it can be repaired, I will work hard to fix it, and it will be fine if the soul stays for a while."

After the soul leaves the body, one hundred favorability points.

The data of the cruelty value is all full.

All qualified, she is very calm, she is used to winning too many times.

When she fails, she will have emotional ups and downs.

Last night, after her soul had left her body, she watched him arrange everything in an orderly manner.

She thought that Jiang Jiuxi was still very strong and could handle things after her death.

But before he could relax, he looked at the hair on Jiang Jiuxi's head, which turned white.

Mixed gray and white, wrinkles also appear a trace of lines.

Overnight, he seemed to have experienced ten years of devastation.

During this process, he just kept sitting by the hospital bed and looking at her corpse.

He didn't say a word, his expression didn't change.

But that scene last night was a silent and desperate collapse.

It is more moving than any intense emotion.

Bai Weiwei stood quietly beside Jiang Jiuxi.

I've never known such a handsome man, and he doesn't look good if he really cry.

Not knowing what was going on, her hand suddenly and lightly fell on his head.

Gray strands of hair swirl through her palms.