The Devil King of Fast Wear was a Little Sweet

Chapter 767: Little Wild Cat (End)

"Host, leave this world?"

Xia Ling: "No."

At that time, Xia Ling was over 70 years old.

With Nie Chen, she was still an old lady and an old grandfather.

The temperament from the Sanda team made Nie Chen to be in his seventies, a handsome old man with a straight waist, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows made him angry and more powerful than the president.

The Nie family's enterprises have completely shaken off their original shadow and become one of the largest domestic enterprises.

Over time, the wave of people who started the business at that time successively passed away, and even Nie Chen and Xia Ling were buried in the neck.

This year, Xia Ling passed the age of rarity, and the children of Nie and Xia family came to celebrate her. Xia Ling sat on a high seat, acting as a longevity star, and looked at his children and grandchildren.

She finally didn't have to worry, she could n’t complete her luck before she died, and she completely let go of her heart. She walked around the park nearby, punched, and raised flowers.

And it's okay to sit idle. She even held a training class. At no charge, she took some old friends who grew up to practice Sanda, taught the children, and it was all right, and she took Nie Chen together in the compound. Walk around, let Nie Chen also be a teacher.

Time has passed like this, and it's been years.

This year, Xia Fu, Xia Mei, and Nie Mu successively died.

In the entire courtyard, new people and old people alternate. Juniors are not used to living in the courtyard. They all move out to live in villas and bungalows.

Several gray-haired old people sent away some friends, and those who were still alive at the end, namely Nie Chen and Jiang Hao, grew up with a bone and struggled with every move. Several old men were fine to drink a little wine. Let me talk about the events of the year.

It was another ten years.

Time always flies fast. Xia Ling was unconscious, wrinkles had appeared on her face, and her eyes fainted and her ears became tinnitus while she was eating and drinking.

It's the same when people are old. To live to a certain age, death does not make people feel fear, it is the end of the journey, but it also makes people feel relieved.

In this life, Xia Ling and Nie Chen both lived to their 90s.

The grandsons of their grandsons were already alive and kicking in front of them, and they went to school one after another.

There were fewer and fewer people who could talk by his side. Nie Chen finally arrived on the day of his death. He seemed to have induction in the meditation. He pulled Xia Ling to say a lot, and finally fell asleep naturally at night. Come.

And Xia Ling, she stayed for a few more years, watching Nie Yiyun also retired from the company, and now began to hold her grandson for something and did not turn to her.

Xia Ling knew in her heart that she hadn't worked hard for several years, but she was also happy to see the Nie family so prosperous now.

After watching them for a few years, she let go and followed Nie Chen.

Before he died, he left a will and a family letter and told the Nie family that even if he reissued it, he should not forget the copy and pass it on with kindness.

Then, like Nie Chen, who died in a flower-carved wooden bed at home.

Following Xia Ling's will, after their death, the descendants of the Nie family put the ashes of the two together and put them into the Nie family's cemetery.

Nie family and Xia family in this world, the legend is enduring, has been prospering for many years.

Years later, Xia Ling's family script was compiled into the nine-year compulsory education by the descendants of the Nie family.

This is life.

(End of this chapter)