Chapter 952 Father’s Letter

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiming became even more worried.

Anyone who knows that they are being monitored for a long time will feel panicked.

It wasn't until he returned to the private room that Xie Zhiming calmed down and took out a few very old envelopes from his pocket:

"It's all here."

Jiang listened to Xu Ning for a moment before walking forward:

"Thank you, uncle, then I'll take a look."

Xie Zhiming nodded:

"See, it was originally written by your father."

The following letters are really the only things left before the sacrifice.

The two were once comrades-in-arms, so every letter basically contains words of remembrance of the past and longing for future life.

Jiang Guoyu mentioned the names of Wen Jie and Gu Ranzhi in the letter. They talked about how good women were and how close and doting they were to his daughter. He was very grateful to her because her daughter needed her mother the most. Appear in age.

When it comes to Gu Ranzhi, this little boy is very smart and will definitely be able to read well in the future. I don’t know if his biological father was blinded by lard or his head by his pants, but he actually doesn’t recognize such a smart person. son!

He also told Xie Zhiming that he was going to marry Wen Jie, saying that the marriage report had been submitted and he was waiting for the boss's approval.

Every word is filled with joy.

I'm afraid, when he wrote these letters again, Jiang Guoyu never thought that all his beautiful fantasies would soon be cruelly and permanently broken!

There were more than a dozen letters, which should be all the letters Xie Zhiming kept. Jiang Tingxu read them one by one.

By the time I finished reading the last letter, I couldn't help but shed tears.

Mo Boyuan silently patted the woman's back, obviously to comfort her.

It's useless to say anything at this time, so it's better to say nothing at all.

Sad people don't necessarily need words. Sometimes all they need is a way to vent, or silent companionship is enough.

There was only so much that Xie Zhiming could do. Seeing his little wife crying more and more sadly, Mo Boyuan directly hugged her horizontally in his arms, and then bowed gratefully to Xie Zhiming:

"Uncle thank you, today and everything before, thank you!"

"You kid, you are too outspoken. That girl is not in a good mood. Please comfort her more."

"Well, let's leave first and come back to see you later."

"Okay, be safe on the road."

"You too, take care."

Mo Boyuan held his young wife in his arms and left the teahouse, found the car, put the person in the car, started the car and left.

Jiang Tingxu shed tears silently along the way. She really missed her father so much, especially when she saw the letters handwritten by her father.

"Mo Boyuan~"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I miss daddy so much."

"I know that your father-in-law will be watching you from the sky. If we have time later, we can visit him."

"Yeah, I have to go."

When you come to Jincheng, how can you not go and see your father?

Of course I want to go!

"good!"

When they arrived at the hotel, the woman finally silenced her voice. Those eyes were red because she had cried. They looked pitifully tight and she wanted to hold the person in her arms for comfort.

This time, the two went directly from the underground parking lot to the top-floor presidential suite. Fortunately, they didn't meet other guests who needed to take the elevator along the way.

After returning to the room, Mo Boyuan went to the bathroom, found a disposable towel and soaked it thoroughly with warm water before taking it out:

"Clean."

Crying like a little cat.