After dealing with Lin's mother's funeral, Liu Zhi also went to the police station to turn himself in, Su Yimo did not listen to Lin's mother for the only time, in his opinion, even if Liu Zhi exchanged his life for his life, he could not offset the mistakes he made.

In the end, according to the sentencing of the law, Liu Zhi was sentenced to 20 years.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

............

Outside the cemetery.

Su Yimo suddenly hugged Ye Xiaoyang, buried her head in his chest, and said in a muffled voice: "Mr. Ye, thank you." ”

Ye Xiaoyang's body stiffened for a moment, obviously she didn't expect her to take the initiative to hug herself, her hands were raised and lowered behind her back, and finally she still hugged her and patted her back gently.

"As I said, we are husband and wife. ”

His embrace was so warm, Su Yimo said in her heart.

In the past, Mama Lin was the closest person to her, but now, Mama Lin is gone, who in this world will really care about her?

Su Yimo greedily sniffed the mint fragrance on his body, and thought, will he always be good to himself?

It seemed that he felt something in his heart, sensing the lonely aura emanating from her body, holding her arm slightly, Ye Xiaoyang looked down at the person in his arms, and called softly: "Mo Mo." ”

Su Yimo raised her head from his arms and looked at him suspiciously, her eyes slightly red.

"You'll still have me in the future. ”

Su Yimo was slightly stunned, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, his nose was sour, and his tears couldn't help falling anymore.

threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and sorrows in her heart.

Ye Xiaoyang stroked her back, he knew that Lin Ma's death hit her hard, she was like a lost child, lonely and helpless.

And now he is the guiding light that can help her find her direction, and has become her only support.

Ye Xiaoyang said in his heart: This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Xu is too tired to deal with Mama Lin's funeral in the past few days, and Su Yimo fell asleep in his arms.

Ye Xiaoyang dropped a kiss on the top of her hair, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and hugged the person into the car.

In the driver's seat, Yan Zhexu looked at Ye Xiaoyang through the rearview mirror and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Ye?"

"Go to the blue sea tide life. ”

............

Boya Apartments.

Mu Xueran was painting in the study, and according to the outline, she could faintly see the small bridge and flowing water on the rice paper.

Put down the brush, cross your fingers, and stretch up in reverse.

Mu Xueran glanced at the small alarm clock on the table, just after ten o'clock, a little hungry.

When I picked up my phone and wanted to call Di Jiuxiao, I saw a WeChat message on the screen.

[Ren Mengxin: Snow dyeing, snow dyeing]

[Ren Mengxin: Tomorrow afternoon, Ke'er and I will go to the English speech contest, do you want to be together?]

[Ren Mengxin: Harm, I forgot to ask if you were in Kyoto [covering your face] [covering your face]]

Mu Xueran chuckled lightly, and the thumbs of both hands quickly clicked on the keyboard.

[Snow: I'm back, I'll be there tomorrow afternoon, when and where?]

[Ren Mengxin: I'm not kind again, and I won't say anything when I come back [left hum] [right hum]

[Ren Mengxin: Tomorrow afternoon at 3 o'clock in the auditorium of the school's north area]

[Snow: Got it, I brought you a gift]

[Ren Mengxin: Wow Wow Wow [Color] [Color]]

[Ren Mengxin: [Kiss] [Kiss]]

[Snow: [smiles] [smiles] I'll go directly to Dali Hall tomorrow afternoon, and I'll see you at the stone carving at the door]

[Ren Mengxin: Death smiles. Okay]

After closing the chat and meeting, Mu Xueran called Emperor Jiuxiao and asked him to bring Jingji's crystal dumplings.

I just suddenly wanted to eat it.

............

Bihai Chaosheng Apartment.

Ye Xiaoyang put Su Yimo on the bed, moved very lightly, helped her take off her shoes, and pulled the quilt to cover her.

With his hands at her side, he just looked at her blatantly and condescendingly.

She has been working hard about Mother Lin these days, she hasn't rested well, there are obvious bruises under her eyes, and he estimates that she hasn't eaten well, and her little face, which doesn't have much meat, looks even thinner.

After crying for a long time, his eyelids were slightly red and swollen, and Ye Xiaoyang frowned unconsciously.

The hand gently caressed her eyes, with a little distress in her eyes.

Sighing lightly, Ye Xiaoyang said in his heart: It's okay to cry out and sleep well, I hope to wake up tomorrow morning, she is the lively and sometimes silly and lovely Su Yimo again.

............

Sunday afternoon, the auditorium in the north area of the school.

The final round of the English Speech Contest will begin in five minutes.

In the audience, Mu Xueran, Ren Mengxin and Zhuang Keer were chatting in a whisper, Chu Jinghao ran over and said anxiously: "What should I do? ”

Ren Mengxin said worriedly: "Ah, do you think about where you put it after you watched it for the last time?"

"I just put it in my backpack. Chu Jinghao pointed to the blue backpack he was holding in his arms.

"You're looking for it again?"

"I've looked for it many times, but no. ”

Mu Xueran frowned slightly, and asked, "You have always held the backpack?"

"I ......"

"Don't worry, think about it. Zhuang Keer comforted, and her slightly frowning brows also conveyed her anxiety.

Chu Jinghao recalled: "I... I left my backpack in the backstage lounge, went to the bathroom, came out and was called to draw lots, and when I went back and wanted to practice again, I couldn't find the manuscript. ”

Mu Xueran's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is that someone moved your backpack?" Zhuang Ke'er wondered, "If that's the case, why did she do it?"

Ren Mengxin said indignantly: "It must be jealous of Jing Hao, and he deliberately took Jing Hao's manuscript, but who could this person be?"

"I don't know. Chu Jinghao was about to cry.

At this time, the host came to the stage and said: "Contestants, please note that the competition is about to start, please go to the backstage in order to prepare." ”

Ren Mengxin patted the handrail and said anxiously: "What should I do?"

"Quietly, aren't you number three?" Zhuang Ke'er asked.

"Hmm. ”

"Why don't you try to get off the script?"

Chu Jinghao shook his head, "I... I haven't memorized it yet. ”

"Xueran, what should I do?" Ren Mengxin subconsciously felt that Mu Xueran would have an idea, "By the way, can't you check the monitoring?"

At this time, Mu Xueran's face was slightly gloomy, because she had already touched the manuscript paper that did not exist in the pocket of her coat.

took it out and handed it to Chu Jinghao in the puzzled eyes of the three of them.

"My speech?!" Chu Jing recognized it at a glance, hurriedly took it and unfolded it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Jing raised her eyes and said puzzledly: "Snow dye?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Mu Xueran's eyes, and she said lightly: "Let's go and prepare for the game first, and we'll talk about it later." ”

"Good. ”

After Chu Jing left, Ren Mengxin pulled Mu Xueran's sleeve, "Xueran, what's going on?"

"Do you remember when we were queuing in front of the auditorium and someone bumped me in?"

"Is it Zhang Yiyi?" said Zhuang Keer.

"Yes, she slapped me in the pocket when she lunged at me, I didn't pay attention, and now I think it should have been put in at that time. ”

"But why would she do that?"

Mu Xueran shook her head, her face cold.