Chapter 882 882. Besides You, He Doesn’t Know Who to Give It To.

Even so, he still went with her.

"Miss Wen."

Uncle Ying's eyes were a little complicated.

"The young master asked me to tell you this, just to tell you that even if he comes back alive this time, he will die of illness in a few years, so Miss Wen no longer needs to feel guilty."

"..."

However, Wen He felt even more apologetic, and his heart seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton.

What Gu Jinzhi did for her couldn't be described as 'a lot'?

He even predicted her mood after his death and specifically asked Uncle Ying to tell her these words.

The purpose is simple, that is, not to feel guilty about his death.

"Uncle Ying."

After a long time, Wen He made a deep voice.

"I can't take these things, you can take them back."

She already owed Gu Jinzhi so much that she would never have the chance to repay it. How could she take his things again?

Uncle Ying shook his head, "Before the young master left, he gave me a sum of money to go back to his hometown. The other servants were also dismissed. As for these industries, they have a fixed operating model. Miss Wen doesn't need to worry, just treat it as This is just a little gift from the young master. He has no relatives, and besides you, he doesn’t know who to give it to."

"..."

Wen He was speechless and felt even more painful when thinking about his life.

"Okay, I'll keep it first."

Wen He hugged the box, his expression a little dull.

Suddenly, she thought of something, "By the way, Uncle Ying, do you have Gu Jinzhi's cell phone in your hand?"

"Here I am."

"Can you give it to me?" Wen He thought of the video they recorded on the plane, "I want to keep it as a souvenir."

At first he said he would record a video to remember their solitude, but he didn't expect that his words came true.

Now she can really only miss him.

"Can."

Uncle Ying went upstairs, and a few minutes later, he handed Gu Jinzhi's cell phone to Wen He.

"Thanks."

She squeezed the phone tightly, and finally, she held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, said goodbye to Uncle Ying, and left silently.

On the way back to Kyoto, she didn't speak again from beginning to end.

Huo Chen, who stayed silently by her side, suppressed the unbearable feeling in his heart and accompanied her back to the small foreign-style building near the military area.

As soon as I walked in, I found Lu Chaoyang coming.

Her abdomen already had a very obvious arc. She felt that her belly was about four or five months old, and she smelled of pregnancy.

"Yangyang, why are you here?"

Huo Chen was startled, "Where is Yunting?"

"He's in the company." Lu Chaoyang smiled slightly, his eyes falling on Wen He's face, "I'm here to see you."

Huo Chen also glanced at Wen He and nodded.

Wen He went upstairs minding his own business. Huo Chen wanted to follow, but was stopped by Lu Chaoyang's look.

She followed closely and went upstairs.

Wen He squeezed in without waiting for the door to close.

"Wen He, I haven't seen you for a long time. Didn't you even give me a chance to reminisce?"

"..."

Wen He looked at her without saying a word.

Lu Chaoyang smiled and found a chair to sit down.

Wen He sat on the small sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, dazed for a while, feeling a little numb.

"Wen He."

Suddenly, Lu Chaoyang called her.

Wen He glanced at her and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Lu Chaoyang didn't know whether it was because of his pregnancy recently, but he was habitually worried, ranging from worrying about the country and the people to worrying about the people and things around him, and he never stopped for a moment.