Cemetery.

Everything around was silent, and there was no sound.

A man in a white shirt stands in front of the tombstone, holding a bouquet of lavender in his hand and placing it in front of the tombstone.

"She's" favorite flower during her lifetime.

"Who are you crying and sad to show you? Don't cry and fake mercy, aren't you miserable enough to hurt her? Can you let my sister lie there quietly. A voice hating him came from behind him, and the woman in a black lace skirt and a black gauze beret walked to the tombstone, picked up the lavender that was placed in front of the tombstone, and threw it to the ground with a merciless hand, and the lavender was scattered all over the ground.

"Miss Mo, it's not all the responsibility of the young master, the young master doesn't know how long he feels guilty...... "Li Xi beside him couldn't look down and said.

"Oh, guilt. Mo Qiaorou's mocking tone, "I heard that you are married, congratulations." ”

She would never bless him.

"The young master finally came out, you ...... like this"

Jiang Yiran realized that he didn't want to go on.

Ever since she knew the cause of her sister's death, her admiration for this man had completely disappeared.

"Sister's biggest mistake is to know you, how kind she is, if she hadn't known you, how happy would she be now?" Mo Qiaorou looked at the smiling sister on the tombstone photo and blamed Jiang Yiran.

Some feelings have been entangled for too long, and in the end, they can't tell the difference, whether they love or win?

There is no more terrible feeling in the world than to deceive oneself into completing a beautiful imaginary future, and then stay with someone you don't love for the rest of your life.

When An Chuling walked into the office, Lu Si happily told her the news, her wedding dress design has passed, and she is still very confident in the face of this design, after all, she has won awards in painting since she was a child, and she has a certain talent in innovation.

During the lunch break, An Chuling took the sample of her design wedding dress and suit and looked at it for a long time.

"Sister Chu Ling, the design director has something to do. Lu Si knocked on the door and walked in.

An Chuling, who was lying on the table, stood up, "Okay, I'll go over right away." She knew something was going to happen.

Walking to the office door, several colleagues looked at her, and when she walked into the director's office, the various colleagues began to talk quietly.

Mo Bing'er, who had finished complaining as she guessed, stood next to the design director with tears in her eyes.

"Ann Designer, you're here. ”

Director Mo, a woman in her thirties, is Mo Bing'er's aunt, a strong woman type, which is why Mo Bing'er can be so arrogant.

"You explain to me what happened when you were downstairs in the company at twenty-two o'clock yesterday night, why did you beat her?"

"Everybody saw it, and I don't have anything to explain. An Chuling didn't take this matter to heart, "Director, this is a private matter between me and her, and I don't think I should bring this emotion to the company." ”

"It's President Jiang's wife who is so arrogant, are you here to do things in the company?" Mo Bing'er raised her head and said it deliberately very loudly, wishing that the sound of her speech could reach the outside of the office and let everyone in the company hear.

"An Chuling, J.clothing, it's not like you can mix it up if you have a backstage. Director Mo was jealous in her heart, picked up the documents on the table and threw them on the table, her husband is a cowardly person, a man like Jiang Yiran, a man she wants to have as many times as she fantasizes.