The car drove all the way, from the suburbs to the long mountain roads.

The cemeteries are all built in the suburbs, but there are really not many people in this suburb, and they are almost out of the city.

The mountain road is also steep, and when you look up, you can see that it is full of high and low mountains, and some roads are winding around the mountains.

Yun Zuofan turned on the radio, and there was some old music playing in it.

The pace is slow and it sounds gentle.

There was a feeling of an old record slipping through the DVD player, as if at this moment, the gloomy sky was gone, and even the dust in the air was going to be dyed gold.

There is a sense of luxury of purple drunkenness.

Tong Yaoyao was covered with Bai Yu's clothes, blowing the air conditioner, a little sleepy, leaning on the back of the chair and yawning, her eyes were a mist under her eyes.

She was indeed sleepy.

But it shouldn't!

She is the co-pilot, she has to chat with the manager, otherwise he is sleepy, and the manager must be even more sleepy.

Tong Yaoyao yawned, suddenly surprised, twisted her legs, and forced herself to wake up.

Yun Zuofan drove the car slowly, glanced at her, and said softly.

"Yaoyao is fine, you can sleep. This little rain was nothing, I was fine at the time, and a bunch of drag racers came here to drag racing in the rain, and their cars were destroyed, and I won. Tut. ”

Yun Zuofan thought of this, and his hands itched.

Tong Yaoyao turned her head to look at him sideways and said seriously, one by one.

"The driving is not standardized, and the relatives are in tears! Manger! Careful! ”

After that, Tong Yaoyao did not sleep again.

Yun Zuofan also continued to climb the mountain with a snail.

The signal here is not good, Yun Zuofan still received three or four calls one after another, but he didn't answer, he didn't bother to pay attention.

The car drove for about four hours and stopped outside a park.

This park, when it rains, is gloomy.

Outside is a huge parking lot, which is quite beautiful, the greenery is also good-looking, and there are rockeries outside.

Now the cemetery culture is doing well.

The burial area should also be the same as the garden, the cemetery is sold in sections, the good terrain is expensive, and the bad ones are cheaper.

And it will be a green dragon and a white tiger.

The small river flows inside, and it is called a jade belt around the waist.

After all, it is a cemetery of nobles, and the specifications are higher than other places, and people come to the grave on rainy days.

A bunch of stretched Lincoln Rolls-Royces were parked in the doorway.

There is really no sports car like Yun Zuofan today.

It's usually young people who drive sports cars, but what young person will drive four hours from the city to deliver flowers on a rainy day?

Too little.

Yun Zuofan opened the car door and went down, first carried a head of rain, and looked up at the sky without speaking.

He actually likes the rain.

It was a rainy day, gloomy and depressing, but he was wild.

Of course I don't dare now.

He didn't want Yaoyao to cry.

Yun Zuofan closed the car door, held up a solemn black umbrella, and went to open the door for Tong Yaoyao.

After Tong Yaoyao got out of the car, he tilted the umbrella towards Tong Yaoyao.

Such a big umbrella covered Tong Yaoyao tightly, but he himself exposed half of his shoulders outside, and his suit was wet.

Tong Yaoyao also noticed, took out her small pink umbrella from her driver's seat, and said.

"Manager, I have an umbrella."

Yun Zuofan said, "The color of your umbrella is too flowery...... Forget it, it's fine. If you take this big one, the rain will be too heavy, and I am afraid that it will not cover you. ”

After speaking, Yun Zuofan handed over the umbrella to Tong Yaoyao, he didn't hold the umbrella at all, and when he got to the trunk, he opened the trunk and took out a few bouquets of flowers from inside.

Tong Yaoyao quickened her pace and rushed behind him.

She's in a hurry.

Why doesn't the manager play the umbrella, forget it if the person is drenched, how bad it is when the flowers are wet!

She hurried to the trunk of the car, ready to give Yun Zuofan an umbrella, but-

The umbrella she held was directly poked in Yun Zuofan's face!

Yun Zuofan: ......

Tong Yaoyao: ......

Tong Yaoyao was silent for a moment, silently standing on tiptoe, raising and raising her arms again.

Height is really Yaoyao's bruise.