"These things are just copies. The originals are still with your uncle. Even if you accidentally delete or lose them, it doesn''t matter."


    As he spoke, he patted the little guy on the shoulder.


    His eyes were solemn and profound again, "but xing''er, don''t worry, there will be no other people''s names in Grandpa''s will."


    ……


    With the wave consciousness exiting Xiang''s large conference hall and returning to the sleep cabin, Xiang Xing really saw that there were several more letters from the old man in his account mail box.


    She paused and finally saved these things silently before exiting the holographic space and returning to reality.


    However, as soon as she got off the sleeping cabin, she suddenly heard a light call filled with a humble smile from the ward.


    "Miss, you have finished the meeting."


    It turned out that Aunt Zhuang had come back. At that time, she was squatting in front of ducks and peaches, feeding two hungry little guys with their chest close to their back.


    "Yes."


    Xiang Xing put on his nearsighted sunglasses and slowly walked back to the rocking chair.


    He glanced at the side of the hospital bed inadvertently, but suddenly found that there seemed to be many beautifully packed boxes on the bed.


    She couldn''t help pointing with a question mark on her face, "aunt Zhuang, these are..."


    "Oh, I almost forgot!"


    Aunt Zhuang wanted to think of something and patted her head. She immediately stood up and walked over with small broken steps.


    "Madam, these are some special protective clothes sent by general manager Xiang."


    She opened all the boxes and said, "although your body has not recovered to the extent that you can go out during the day, with these clothes, you can resist the weak ultraviolet rays at night and cloudy days."


    "At that time, you can wear these clothes, go out for a walk and exercise your muscles and bones... After all, staying at home is not good for your health."


    "Well."


    Xiang Xing nodded gently and answered faintly.


    The so-called Xiang Zong is his uncle Xiang Huai.


    Speaking of, after the accident of the original owner, Xiang Huai was indeed alienated from his wife in order to worry about her feelings at home.


    But in the conference hall just now, Xiang Xing found that although Xiang Huai didn''t say a word to her all the way, he looked at her from time to time with implicit concern and debt.


    She really doesn''t understand the real relationship between Xiang Huai and the original owner.


    The plot was not revealed.


    Xiang Xing can''t help but seriously doubt whether this is one of the hidden memories of many bugs


    "... miss?"


    Aunt Zhuang called back the little guy who was in thought.


    She had picked up a lovely lilac Plaid long sleeved suspender skirt in one of the boxes and handed it to Xiang Xing.


    Continue to smile, "you try these clothes first. Mr. Xiang said that if the size is not suitable, he has to replace them immediately and send them over."


    "Well, good."


    The little guy answered softly and picked up all the small skirts and suits that had been taken out.


    But he paused again and looked at the alarm clock.


    It''s almost seven o''clock.


    The two little things over there were so delicious that she was a little hungry.


    After thinking about it, Xiang Xing subconsciously pursed his pink lips and immediately looked back at Aunt Zhuang again..


    His voice was light and waxy. "Aunt Zhuang, I want to eat the golden arch."