Soon the traffic police came to deal with the accident, and the pickup truck in front did not turn the turn signal, but the main responsibility was still Yang Yimo, because she was rear-ended.

As for whose responsibility it is, Wang Hao doesn't care at all, as long as the person is okay, it is better than anything.

Until he got home, Wang Hao's heart was still pounding.

"Wang Hao, you are so worried about me, do you like me?" Yang Yimo did not feel sad because of the crash, on the contrary, he felt happy because Wang Hao looked worried at that time.

Wang Hao glanced at her, "You think too much." He reproached: "Can you drive a little slower, be careful, how dangerous it is." ”

"I know, you've been grinding a few times this time. Yang Yimo said, "This is also the first time I have an accident, so I didn't pay attention." ”

Seeing her like this, Wang Hao still wanted to say a few words, but after thinking about it, he still shut up: "Hungry, I'll cook." ”

Walking to the kitchen, Wang Hao breathed a long sigh of relief.

At that moment, he was so worried that he seemed to have gone into cardiac arrest.

Do you really like her?

Wang Hao laughed at himself, shook his head, didn't want these useless anymore, and started cooking.

......

Mu Yan returned home, and she didn't know where to take out a golden Buddha and held it in her hand.

"This is very similar to the one Yang Yimo was wearing just now. Su Mei looked at it and said, she was puzzled, how could Mu Yan be such a Buddha.

"Because they're a couple. Mu Yan said lightly: "He is Guanyin, and I am a pot-bellied Buddha." Her eyes moved, as if she remembered something.

Su Mei was a little surprised: "Do you know Yang Yimo?"

After thinking about it, Mu Yan shook his head.

"Then how do you know that this Buddha is a couple. Su Mei asked.

"My mother begged for it at the temple with an aunt in the neighborhood when I was very young. Mu Yan said lightly: "It seems to be, but I was very young at the time and I can't remember clearly." Her eyes were drooping, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and there were faint shadows, like lonely and sad wings.

"Is that Yang Yimo?"

"No, it's a little boy, but I don't remember what he looks like, I don't even know his name. There was a glimmer of light in Mu Yan's eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, this smile was not cold, but warm.

The smile is very simple,

Clear, like an innocent child.

Su Mei sighed and said sadly: "You still remember something, I don't remember anything." She poured a glass of red wine: "I don't even know where my house is." ”

Mu Yan clenched the golden Buddha in his hand, and his expression changed to that faint and cold look again.

The woman was like a piece of ice, never seemed to melt.

"But how could this Buddha be in Yang Yimo's hands?" asked Su Mei.

"I don't know. Mu Yan said lightly: "No matter whose hands it is, does it matter?"

Su Mei was stunned: "Yes, it's not important." She looked at Mu Yan with a look of wanting to say something.

Mu Yan raised his eyes and looked: "What?"

Chen Mo left. Su Mei said this very hard, she turned her head sideways, and a tear flowed down her cheek.

Mu Yan's body shook slightly, and then he responded lightly: "Oh." Her tone was still so flat.

"We're the only five of us left. Su Mei touched her tears.

"I'll get my revenge. Mu Yan said lightly, without a trace of change in his expression. She stood up and walked towards the room, but her back looked tired.

As she walked into the room, Mu Yan leaned against the door, her body slowly softened, she put her hand in her mouth and bit it tightly. But her body was trembling violently, and tears were dripping down as if uncontrollably.

She pulled out a photograph of the faces of a group of girls, all smiling innocently.

There are a total of twelve people, even among so many people, Mu Yan is still the same scenery, and you can see her at a glance, her face as cold as frost.

It's just that the corners of his mouth went up at that time, as if he was smiling.

Unlike now, she is as cold as if she can freeze people at a glance.

She reached out and slowly stroked the faces in the photo, tears falling from the photo.

The corners of her mouth went up, and she suddenly smiled, "Why didn't you listen to me at the time, why didn't you come with me?" ”

......

After eating, Wang Hao made a phone call to Er Fat.

"Hey, Brother Hao. ”

"Well, what are you doing?" Wang Hao frowned and asked, from the voice of the second fat, he could hear that this kid seemed to have drunk too much.

"What can you do? Accompany Mr. Yang to entertain here. "The second fat is burping.

"Okay, then you can get busy first. Wang Hao hung up the phone as he spoke. I feel a little strange in my heart, how did this second fat become so busy?

Yang Yimo looked at him: "Second fat?"

"Well, I thought about calling him and asking, and he said to accompany your dad to socialize. ”

"The second fat is lying. Yang Yimo said: "My dad just called me, and when you were cooking, my dad just called me and asked me about the car accident, and he had already gone home." ”

During this time, he seemed to be estranged from Er Fat unconsciously, which made Wang Hao feel very uncomfortable, and when he heard Yang Yimo say this, his brows furrowed.

What the hell is this kid doing? Why are you lying to yourself?

He felt that the second fat was no longer the second fat who followed his ass, and seemed to have grown up a lot.

Wang Hao said unconvinced, "Your dad can't suddenly go out?" In his heart, he didn't believe that Er Fat would deceive himself no matter what.

"Cut. Yang Yimo raised his middle finger, took off the Buddha and held it in the palm of his hand, and he could clearly see the concave piece.

I really can't believe that this golden Buddha actually saved her life.

Yang Yimo felt a moment of fear when she thought about it, and at that moment, she really thought she was going to die.

Looking at the Buddha in his hand, Yang Yimo said, "Wang Hao, are you busy with the company tomorrow?"

"What are you doing?" asked Wang Hao while lying on his side on the sofa.

"I want to go to the temple and worship the Buddha. ”

Wang Hao glanced at her: "Yo, this is still a bit of faith." ”

"Are you okay?" Yang Yimo glared at him and said angrily.

"It's nothing. Wang Hao said.

"Okay, we'll go together tomorrow morning. Yang Yimo grinned, in fact, she didn't believe in these things originally, but his father believed in these and donated a lot of money to the temple every year.

Kek Lok Temple.

Bingcheng is a very famous temple, some tourists from other places will take a look here, but Wang Hao is not interested in these.

This is the first time he has come to the temple for his age.

The weather is not so cold anymore, and there are many people coming to the temple, and some people are waiting in line to burn incense.