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Chapter 245 Obituary

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    After being brought back to the village, in order to prevent her from escaping again, she was locked in a low and narrow earthen house.

    The sound of iron chains being locked was heard outside the door, and then Uncle Gu's voice sounded viciously, "You stay inside all the time, and we will let you out after my son comes back to get married and conceive a child!"

    An Xinning lay lifelessly on the smelly bed, tired and tired, and didn't want to talk.

    The wound on the bottom of the foot was still hurting, and she didn't bother to pay attention to it. Anyway, no matter if it was broken skin or bleeding, no one could die for the time being.

    But if the wound has been left untreated, causing inflammation

    An Xinning stared blankly at the ceiling covered with cobwebs. Inflammation can cause high fever, and if the high fever persists, it means death.

    Compared with being locked up in this kind of place for the rest of your life, death might as well be a way out.  At least I can go and meet my mother.

    In a daze, she seemed to be back when she was a child, hugged the quilt for a few times, and fell into a deep sleep.

    A new day has begun, and the gentle and powerful sunlight breaks through the darkness before dawn, slowly rises from the east, and shines on the faces of the sleeping people in the room¡ª¡ª

    Early the next morning, Hengan Group was busier than usual.

    For some unknown reason, the employees of the legal department returned to the company early and sat around the conference room for an important meeting.

    "Director Deng, do you think it's okay to write like this?"

    Soon, they discussed the results, and a man who looked like a lawyer handed a piece of draft paper to Deng Wanling for review.

    "Today, we announce with a heavy heart that An Xinning, an employee of our company's sales department, passed away in Thailand.

    The memorial service for colleague An Xinning will be held at 10 am on April 27, 202x in Hall 1 of the funeral parlor.  Jin this obituary.  "

    Deng Wanling read it once, and then handed it to Wen Yuqi next to her.

    Wen Yuqi's heart has always been wavering and uneasy. She knows that she can't take advantage of the fire at this time, but she really can't give up the temptation of shares.

    "I, I have no objection."

    Wen Yuqi didn't dare to take a closer look, glanced at it casually and put it back in Deng Wanling's hand, "You can figure it out."

    Then I said silently in my heart: Ma'am, I really didn't do anything. Even the obituary was forced by Deng Wanling. If you want to find it, you can find her.

    Deng Wanling held it in her hand and looked at it several times, then pointed to a place and said to the lawyer: "Here is 'deep heart', add two more words 'sadness'."

    Painful and sad mood?

    The lawyer nodded, "Yes, Director Wen."

    "You can't be idle either."

    Deng Wanling glanced at the employees sitting below, "Draft the share transfer agreement as soon as possible, and the share transfer agreement will take effect as soon as the working hours arrive and we publish the obituary."

    "yes!"

    The conference room was once again busy.

    Seeing that everything was developing towards her expectations, Deng Wanling showed a smug smile.

    "Everyone, get busy."

    She stood up, "If you have any questions, go to the office and find me."

    She couldn't wait to share the good news with her children.

    Wen Yuqi didn't dare to stay, and walked out together.

    After the two of them left, the last employee sitting in the conference room quietly took out his mobile phone and sent a message: "Tian Tian, ??your idol is going to publish an obituary."¡ª¡ª

    On the other side, He Tiantian was waiting for the subway when her phone vibrated. She picked it up and took a look, almost losing her grip.

    Miss An is dead?  !  !

    She walked back and forth a few times in a daze, and didn't even see the subway entering the station.

    After about ten minutes, she suddenly remembered something, and quickly made a call, "Miss Song, something is wrong!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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