Not long after, Cen Bowen and Zhuo Jiali came back, and everyone gathered around them like a moon to ask questions, but Cen Bowen and Zhuo Jiali were ashamed.

It turned out that Zhuo Jiali was not pregnant, but chronic gastroenteritis caused by being too busy at work and eating irregularly during this time.

Most people pretended to be happy all night in vain, and as soon as they heard that there was nothing to do, Cen Shaoyi and Cen Shaoya walked away, saying that they were tired and wanted to go back to the room to rest.

Cen Shaokang turned his head to look at the hypocritical faces in the living room, sneered unabashedly, and continued to drink by himself.

Mrs. Cen wiped away the regretful look that flashed on her face, beckoned to Zhuo Jiali kindly, asked her to sit beside her and cared for her, and asked Sister Ping to make more bird's nest for her.

Shen Biyun finally explained two sentences to Zhuo Jiali, and also wanted to leave the scene to rest.

Ni Min'er glanced at Cen Shaokang who was hiding aside from a distance, her eyes were full of sadness, and when she saw that Mrs. Cen was going back to the room, she came over to help her upstairs.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, Cen Shaonan was not in a hurry, Shi Shiran sat on the sofa, thinking that he would always give Cen Bowen a little support.

In the side hall, Cen Bowen's two younger sisters heard the movement and also walked out, but it was almost time for the play to end.

Just as everyone was about to disperse to their place, Steward Cen ran in from outside the door in a panic and almost fell.

"Old lady, old lady! A few policemen came outside the door, saying that the third aunt was ...... He ......"

The movements of everyone's hands and feet stopped, and the old lady Cen tightened her face and asked Ni Min'er to help herself back to the sofa.

"You slow down, what's wrong with the third aunt?"

Steward Cen breathed a sigh of relief, but his mouth seemed to be sealed, and it was still difficult to say the words to the side.

"Third aunt, he...... His car hit the wall, and the man was already ...... Not anymore. ”

Old Mrs. Cen was weak under her feet, but fortunately, Ni Min'er held her tightly.

Cen Shaoyi was stepping on the stairs with half a foot, his body sliding down unconsciously, and he didn't realize that his head was on the handrail of the stairs. She struggled to get up, staggered to Steward Cen, and grabbed him by both arms.

"What do you say?

"Three girls, you ...... Condolences change. ”

As if he had done something wrong, Steward Cen lowered his head and let Cen Shaoyi shake him to pieces.

Cen Shaokang finally remembered his identity as the "eldest son", walked up to Cen Shaoyi drunkenly, and rudely pulled her away.

"Steward Cen, you take me there...... Meet the ...... outside Police, I'll deal with ......"

Cen Bowen frowned, he nodded solemnly to Mrs. Cen, and then patted Zhuo Jiali's hand, which was also stunned, and said in a low voice: "You have a good rest first, everything is with me." ”

Then, Cen Bowen and Cen Shaonan looked at each other, and the two walked to Steward Cen together.

This night, everyone's mood in the Cen family's mansion was up and down, except for Cen Boning, who was scared and had a fever, and Cen Bomei, who was still young and couldn't help, went back to their rooms to rest, and the others sat on the sofa in the living room again at this moment, and everyone didn't say a word but silently faced each other.

The emotional Cen Shaoyi wanted to go to the hospital with Cen Bowen and Cen Shaonan to understand the situation, but Cen Shaonan was worried that she would lose control again, so she didn't let her follow, and only told Cen Shaoya and Ni Min'er to take good care of her.

At this time, Cen Shaoyi, whose eyes were red and swollen, had stopped his tears and sat on the sofa as if he was just a walking corpse.

Cen Shaoya and Ni Min'er sat with Cen Shaoyi on the left and right, and also shed several tears with them, and they were anxiously waiting for Cen Bowen and their exact news.

Cen Shaokang was not put to use, and returned to the small bar in disappointment to continue to push the glass of wine.

Zhuo Jiali's fake pregnancy made everyone happy and disappointed, and she blamed herself very much, although she was not feeling well, she sat silently and watched everyone.

Shen Biyun was accompanied by the sad old lady Cen. Cen Shaoyi's mood at the moment Mrs. Cen and Shen Biyun are the most empathetic, the two of them also left without warning and became the surviving people, the kind of heartache that used to be lonely and confused, no one understands it better than them.

In the second half of the night, Cen Bowen walked into the hall alone and heavily.

Cen Shaoyi's whole person instantly seemed to be stimulated by an electric current, and he took three steps and made two steps to pounce in front of Cen Bowen.

"How? Guida, how's that?"

Cen Bowen shook his head gently.

"The third uncle was drunk driving, and the brakes of the car also failed, and he crashed into the fence of a construction site, and he was already ...... Confirmed. ”

Cen Shaoyi's whole body was paralyzed on the ground, muttering to himself.

"No, my Guida won't leave me and go first, it must be a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding! He won't leave like this! No!"

The other ladies in the living room were choked with red eyes by Cen Shaoyi's sad voice.

Mrs. Cen wanted to comfort her poor daughter, but her legs and feet couldn't get up because of her grief, so she had to cry silently in her position.

Cen Shaokang drank a lot of wine again, drunkenly holding a wine glass, squinting and glancing at Cen Shaoyi coldly, and secretly said in his heart: It's better to die, it's better to die, and it's better to die than to die like me!

After thinking about it, Cen Shaokang raised his head and poured the wine in the cup straight down.

Zhuo Jiali looked at Cen Shaoyi's bleak back, and then looked at Cen Bowen, who was tired and haggard after a busy night, she endured the discomfort of her stomach, slowly walked to Cen Shaoyi's side, helped her up, moved her to her original position on the sofa and sat down.

After settling Cen Shaoyi, Zhuo Jiali walked to Cen Bowen's side again, holding his arm, with a look of concern in her eyes.

"Are you alright?

Cen Bowen looked at his beloved wife, barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and shook his head.

"So what do I need to do next? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Cen Bowen put his hand on Zhuo Jiali's hand and turned his head to tell everyone in detail about the preliminary investigation by the police.

Guida went out for entertainment tonight, and drove out because the car had just been repaired. Before going home, Guida drank a little wine, because he did not call a substitute driver, he was lucky to drive home, who knew that near the scene of the accident, the car turned but the brakes failed, the car drove fast, and hit the wall of a construction site on the side of the road at high speed.

Now Cen Shaonan is still dealing with Guida's funeral in the hospital, so he asked Cen Bowen to go back to the Cen family's mansion first and tell everyone what happened.

Cen Shaoyi listened so seriously, and then she covered her mouth vigorously, her face was distorted, and her body twitched, and the others felt embarrassed and sad when they looked at it.

Zhuo Jiali stood beside Cen Bowen, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her body trembled slightly because of sadness, she walked to the kitchen gently, poured a cup of hot water, sat next to Cen Shaoyi, put the warm cup in the palm of her hand, and helped her hold it, so that her cold hands could feel some warmth.

Cen Shaoyi stared at the empty eyes, his mouth covered by himself was gasping for breath, and he didn't pay attention to Zhuo Jiali's caring warmth at all.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

It was almost dawn when the people who couldn't hold it could drag their tired bodies back to the room and close their eyes a little.

Worried that Cen Shaoyi would not be able to do stupid things for a while, Cen Shaoya guarded her every step of the way, coaxed her to take her to the hospital to see Guida as long as she woke up obediently, and finally pulled her back to the room.

Zhuo Jiali held Cen Bowen and dragged her body back to the room. Cen Bowen felt sorry for his wife, who was still sick, and when everyone disappeared from sight, he picked up Zhuo Jiali by the waist without saying a word, and went upstairs to the room.

Zhuo Jiali didn't even have the strength to struggle, she wrapped her hands around Cen Bowen's neck, leaned her head tightly on Cen Bowen's chest, listened to his warm heartbeat, and fell asleep, and the last second before she realized it, only five words came to her mind - you are enough.