After a while, he asked, "What, make me happy?" ”

When Fang Tong heard this, his whole body was stunned, and then he looked up at him, Meng Yi's eyes did not have any emotions surging, but with a hint of ridicule.

Fang Tong looked at him.

Meng Yi looked at her: "Huh? "Yes.

Fang Tong wanted to explain something, but Meng Yi said, "Sleep." ”

He patted her on the head again, urging her.

His face suddenly returned to indifference.

Fang Tong sat beside him.

Meng Yi was holding a cigarette and smoking: "I still have a job, let's sleep first." ”

Fang Tong's body was completely stiffened there, and after a while, she said, "Okay." And he got up from his chair.

How Fang Tong got into the room, she didn't know.

And she didn't even allow her to say anything, because at five o'clock in the morning that night, the news of the old lady's death came from the ancestral house, when Fang Tong was in a dream, she was woken up by Meng Yi, and then opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze.

Meng Yi was dressed and said with a slightly solemn face: "Something happened, I'll ask the secretary to send you back." ”

Fang Tong woke up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

At this moment, the secretary walked in from outside and said to Meng Yi: "Meng Dong, the plane is ready." ”

Meng Yi hummed, looked at Fang Tong for a long time, didn't say anything, picked up his coat and left.

Fang Tong was still sitting on the bed, and the secretary followed Meng Yi out, leaving Xia Tong still sitting in the warm quilt in the room.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Tong heard the sound of the door closing, and then the secretary who followed Meng Yi out came back and said to Fang Tong: "You can sleep again, I will send you back to City B during the day." ”

Fang Tong asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The secretary said, "The old lady of the Meng family has gone. ”

Fang Tong sat there, stunned for a long time, and when he heard the news, he looked at the secretary blankly.

And at this moment, Meng Yi had already boarded the plane to the ancestral house, he was sitting on the plane, he closed his eyes, but what he thought was what she said, a little in love with him?

What he said was really emotional, the thief's heart did not die, and then, Meng Yi looked at the dark and oppressive clouds outside, he rubbed his brows, frowned, and there was a gloom between his eyebrows.

After Fang Tong learned the news, he never fell asleep, sat on the bed, and at nine o'clock, the secretary came to urge her again, asking her if she wanted to get up and go back earlier.

Fang Tong didn't want to go back, but asked the secretary: "I...... Can I go to the ancestral home? ”

Yes, it shouldn't be possible to go, look at the way the secretary looks at her.

But Fang Tong still looked at the secretary.

The secretary said, "But there will definitely be a lot of people coming to the ancestral house." ”

Fang Tong said: "I don't go to the ancestral house. ”

Yes, she doesn't go to the ancestral house, she just thinks of her father.

The secretary didn't know her decision, and after thinking for a long time, he asked, "Then you...... Be? ”

Fang Tong said: "I'll go over there, but I won't go to the ancestral house." ”

The secretary realized that after thinking for a long time, she said, "Then I'll go and apply for a ticket for you." ”

The old lady went to the accident at five o'clock in the morning, and in her sleep, especially suddenly, she died in the early morning, and the nurse called immediately when she found out, without a moment's pause.

The death of the old lady of the Meng family is not a trivial matter, after the death, after the old lady's body was transported out of the hospital, it was directly transported back to the ancestral house of the Meng family, and Meng Yi dealt with the affairs of the old lady.

The funeral here is not as simple as in City B, because it is an ancestral house, and there is a patriarch in this town to manage this kind of thing, and all the etiquette is very cumbersome.

And many people immediately came to the ancestral house of the Meng family.

Fang Tong did not go back to City B, but flew to the ancestral house, the secretary did not let her go, and opened a hotel nearby for her to settle down, in December, there was no snow here.

In the rainy weather in the south of the Yangtze River, everything seems damp, cold, foggy, and thick.

Fang Tong stayed in the hotel, looking out the window.

On the first night of the old lady's visit, everything was arranged, and she had to keep a vigil and chant sutras, and there were a bunch of reporters outside, and the reporters couldn't get in, and they were blocked out by the bodyguards, and there was a chanting sound inside.

Meng Yi was guarding the spirit in the mourning hall, Meng Xi naturally came over, and Ke Ling, all had to be guarded, but at two o'clock, Meng Xi fell asleep and was taken in by the maid to rest, and at this moment, the secretary walked in, walked to Meng Yi's side, and whispered something to him, Meng Yi glanced at the secretary, and said nothing, and the secretary retreated from the mourning hall.

Ke Ling was on the side and glanced at Secretary Meng Yi.

The next day, there were still reporters outside the Meng family's ancestral house, plus guests coming and going.

The funeral of the Meng family made the city center crowded, not to mention the town, and it was even more congested at night, Fang Tong went down from the hotel, and after a turn, he found that the direct traffic was paralyzed, and the traffic could not walk, so Fang Tong came back.

In fact, she wanted to take a look from afar, but when she heard that there were many reporters over there, Fang Tong didn't dare to go over, so she came back.

She stayed at the hotel at night.

Fang Tong was also crying while lying on the bed, she didn't know what was going on in the Meng family's ancestral house.

At three o'clock in the morning, a car stopped at the hotel where Fang Tong was, Meng Yi got out of the car, the bodyguard held an umbrella, and he entered from inside.

Fang Tong hadn't slept yet, she heard the doorbell ringing, and the secretary outside went to open the door.

She sat up from the bed, and then she heard the secretary call, "Mr. Meng." ”

This is a suite, Fang Tong got up from the bed and walked outside.

Meng Yi was dressed in a black suit, with a mournful neckline, and Fang Tong stood there watching.

Meng Yi asked, "Why are you here?" ”

When the secretary saw him coming, he left the room.

There was no smile between his brows, only solemn and tired.

Fang Tong said, "Come here...... Look at the old lady. ”

Meng Yi hadn't slept for two days, and from five o'clock in the morning that day to now, Fang Tong said, "Brother, I'll cook noodles for you." ”

Meng Yi didn't speak, only entered the bedroom, sat down at the desk, then opened the window, and sat there smoking.

Fang Tong went to cook noodles for him, she was busy in the kitchen for a while, she came out with noodles, pushed the door at the door and went in, Fang Tong stood at the door and looked, she saw Meng Yi sitting there smoking, her face had an indescribable sense of indifference, and she couldn't see joy and sorrow.

Fang Tong placed the noodles in front of him.

Meng Yi glanced at the noodles, and Fang Tong sat in his chair, beside him.

Meng Yi held her hand and said, "There are a lot of reporters outside, remember not to pile up on people." ”

Fang Tong nodded and let him hold it.

She saw that the ring was still between his fingers, and it seemed that he hadn't taken it.

Meng Yi said, "Rub it for me." ”

When Fang Tong heard his words, he obediently rubbed his temples.

She saw that his eyebrows were always tight, and Fang Tong asked, "Brother, are you sad?" ”

Meng Yi didn't open his eyes.

But Fang Tong knew that he was sad, she rubbed it twice, then hugged his head and continued to press his hand.

Meng Yi didn't move.

Fang Tong whispered: "It doesn't hurt yet." ”

Meng Yi opened his eyes for a long time and looked at her: "It's quite well-behaved." ”

Fang Tong lowered his eyes.

Meng Yi touched her stomach with her hand: "It seems to have moved." ”

Fang Tong didn't feel it at first, until she felt Meng Yi's hand caressing it, it really seemed to be moving, she didn't laugh.

Meng Yi pinched her face and said, "I have to go." ”

Fang Tong said: "Are there still many reporters now? ”

Meng Yi asked, "Do you still want to go over?" ”

"I'll just take a look." Then Fang Tong said again: "Forget it, don't go, the old lady doesn't like me anyway." ”

Meng Yi said: "If you want to follow the past, you can go." ”

Fang Tong knew what he meant, knew what his identity was, she said: "Yes, I'm going to make some fun, anyway, the old lady doesn't like me." ”

Meng Yi got up and said, "Let's go, at three o'clock in the morning, the reporter also has to sleep." ”

Fang Tong just said it casually for a while, and she looked at him who got up in a daze.

Meng Yi said, "Go and change your clothes." ”

Fang Tong really didn't expect him to take her there, at three o'clock in the morning, he took her into a black car, and after that, the car drove towards the Meng family's ancestral house.

When they got to the ancestral house, even if it was night, there were still reporters outside, but not much, after Meng Yi took her out of the car, he held her by the hand, and two or three bodyguards came to pick her up with umbrellas after they got out of the car.

Meng Yi led her in.

The reporters didn't shoot anything, because they couldn't see the people under the black umbrella at all.

Fang Tong followed him in very nervously, as soon as the bodyguard put away the umbrella, Meng Yi protected her face with his hand, and took her to the mourning hall, Fang Tong hugged his hand tightly.

There weren't many people, just a few vigils, servants for the night, and monks chanting.

Fang Tong didn't expect him to really bring her here, he was very nervous.

A servant came over, Meng Yi took the hemp from the servant's hand, hung her clothes, and led her to the old lady's mourning hall.

Fang Tong followed, and when she saw the old lady's mourning hall, Fang Tong stood without making any sound.

Meng Yi looked at her, and Fang Tong was a little afraid to look at her.

Meng Yi took her to the mourning hall to approach, Fang Tong could only follow mechanically, Meng Yi put his hand around her shoulder: "Just kneel with the child, stand up." ”

Meng Yi still had to guard the spirit, and the Taoist priest had to chant for several nights, and Fang Tong stood beside Meng Yi, with his head bowed.

Meng Yi said: "Why don't you dare to look at it." ”

Fang Tong didn't say a word, and then Fang Tong raised his head and slowly turned red.

Meng Yi held her, and Fang Tong looked sad.