Chapter 472 (1/2)

Lin Jiangxia can't wait.

I want to inform him of my decision to become chairman.

Just thinking that he would probably be ordered by brother Zhan to read more books, he was a little worried.

When Feng Yishu sent her back to the villa, it was already very late.

When she got off the bus, Feng Yishu shouted to her, ”madam, you forgot to bring this.”

Then he reached out and sent it. It was a document bag.

Housekeeper Zhang gave it to her.

Housekeeper Zhang once said that the things in the file bag may be related to Lin Jiangxia's mother's death.

Lin Jiangxia patted her forehead and blamed herself for almost forgetting such an important thing.

Then he waved to Feng Yishu carelessly: ”see you tomorrow!” Then he turned and rushed into the villa.

Zhan beiheng hasn't come back yet.

Housekeeper Ji prepared dinner. After waiting for a long time, Zhan beiheng didn't come back. He had to order the servant to take the dinner back to the kitchen and heat it up again.

”Why don't you call the young master, madam.”

There are few times when housekeeper Ji can't hold his breath.

Lin Jiangxia seized the opportunity and said with a smile, ”housekeeper Ji, didn't you say that your young master hates being disturbed when he works?”

”If others disturb me, the young master may be angry. But you are an exception, madam. ” Housekeeper Ji hung his hands in front of him, with a low but elegant voice.

Believe you, ghost.

”I'll go to the study. When brother Zhan comes back, call me down for dinner!” Lin Jiangxia smiled at Ji's housekeeper. When he got up, he grabbed the file bag on the shoe cabinet, quickly stepped up to the second floor, opened the door of brother Zhan's study and went in.

Sit down at brother Zhan's desk.

She studied the document bag.

The paper bag made of kraft paper looks very old-fashioned. If you smell it, you can smell the faint smell of mold that has been stored for a long time.

Bypass the button outside the kraft paper bag and open it. There is a diary in it.

The diary was also old and could be turned over. When she saw the words above, Lin Jiangxia couldn't help but be stunned.

She will never admit it wrong. It's her mother's handwriting.

When she was young, her mother would personally teach her to write, and her mother's handwriting was very characteristic. When she folded the hook horizontally, it would show a slightly inclined angle, so she could recognize it at a glance.

”Sick handwriting.”

These four words are written in fairly delicate words in the blank of the first page.

Only to see, Lin Jiangxia couldn't help his nose.

Hold back your tears and turn to the next page.

”The illness was very mild at the beginning. I thought it was just a common cold. There were no other symptoms except some heaviness and fever in the head. But from today on, the hair has fallen badly, and the bones all over the body are like being broken. The doctor said it was cancer, but he couldn't find out what it was. I can't die yet. I'm dead. What should young Xia do? ”

The line of sight began to blur.

Even if I could not help it, my tears still fell on the paper of the old notebook, leaving tears.

Turning to the next page, the handwriting becomes more scrawly.