The day after tomorrow, we will talk about the wolf cubs who lost their brother

In the cemetery, there was nothing beneath the eerie tombstone.

The assistant cremated Fu You's body according to his last will and buried the ashes in the sea.

Xie Lingyun thought: He is just like always, leaving so cleanly without leaving any thoughts for them.

The snow falls without a trace.

Jiang Siran went crazy after learning about this. He went to the assistant's house and pounded on the door for three or four days, until his hands were bloodied and bruised. The neighbors were so frightened that they called the police several times.

Finally, the assistant had no choice but to meet him in person.

"Master Jiang, why are you making things difficult for me? I'm just following Mr. Jiang's instructions, and..."

As if recalling the past, the assistant's swollen eyes gazed into the distance. He sighed, "Boss Jiang wasn't happy when he was alive. He said life was exhausting, shackled like chains, and debts of gratitude were hard to repay. So, after death, he wanted a little freedom."

One sentence shattered all of Jiang Siran's disguises.

No one knew how he got back to the villa. Jiang Siran locked himself in the villa for a whole month.

He repeatedly flipped through Fu You's will, trying to find any last words from him between the lines. Even a single word.

But there was nothing.

A month later, Jiang Siran finally left home and became the only heir of the Jiang family.

Almost at the same time, Xiao Lehui also inherited the Xiao family, which was caught in a vortex.

After Pei Yi graduated, he went abroad and never contacted them again.

The three good brothers who grew up together have become enemies who never want to see each other again, no matter life or death.

Jiang Siran's knife wound hadn't healed yet, and with all these incidents, his health began to deteriorate, getting worse day by day. However, his style of action became more and more drastic, and his killings were bloodless.

Since he would never see Fu You again, Jiang Siran turned himself into another Fu You.

...Does he deserve it?

Xie Lingyun watched coldly.

After graduation, Xie Lingyun joined Jiang's. Jiang was the company Fu You had painstakingly raised, and Xie Lingyun didn't want to see it destroyed by the idiot Jiang Siran.

No, calling him an idiot isn't quite the right word now.

He was just plain crazy.

Jiang Siran went crazy because he couldn't accept this world without Fuyou.

It seemed that when Fu You was still alive, he would return to the villa on time every day, cook and eat, and prepare double portions of dishes and chopsticks.

Employees often saw him muttering to himself on the sofa where Fu You had sat when they passed by the office.

How disgusting!

Xie Lingyun felt like vomiting when he saw it.

If Fu You hadn't designated Jiang Siran as the only heir in his will, he wouldn't want to see him for even a second!

Finally, Jiang Siran fell completely ill and couldn't even get out of bed.

Everyone thought that Xie Lingyun would take the opportunity to seize the management rights of Jiang's group and bring the group under his own name.

But he didn't.

This young vice president hardly sleeps every day. After taking care of the company's affairs, he goes to the hospital to take care of President Jiang personally, day and night. He is really loyal.

Outsiders couldn't help but sigh with emotion when they saw it.

Only Xie Lingyun knew how the poison that devoured his sanity surged beneath his calm exterior as he sat in front of the hospital bed every day, staring at the disgusting fellow lying there.

"You want to die so easily. After you die, you can see the person you want to see, right?"

Xie Lingyun smiled as he looked at Jiang Siran, whose bed was crammed with various instruments and whose life was worse than death. There was real malice in his eyes. "I won't let you die, Jiang Siran. How can you be worthy of seeing that man?"

Even he would never see Fu You again.

How cruel!

Xie Lingyun returned to his home. From wall to ceiling, it was covered with photos of Fu You. He stared at them quietly for a while, then took two sleeping pills and lay down on the bed.

The photo was fake, Fu You had left him. He didn't believe in the afterlife, and if he lost Fu You in this life, he would lose her forever.

But why can’t I see Fu You even in my dreams?

If I could see you in my dream, even just once, how happy would that be?

Isn’t it a kind of awakening?

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The author has something to say: This world is over. As usual, I will take a day off tomorrow to sort out the outline of the new world. I will update on time the day after tomorrow~

The new world is the aloof master Xiao Youwa, the ignorant blind beauty with rabbit demon bloodline, the taste of the Holy Father, so stay tuned

P.S. Several new small worlds have been added to the copy. If you have other topics you want to see, you are welcome to order~