Cheng Mu stood on the stage and bowed to the people below, with a smile on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

She rarely wore a red dress today, and the whole person looked very festive.

Cheng Tianze and Liang Yishu stood beside Cheng's mother, and in front of so many upper-class people and reporters arranged by them, they announced that the two were engaged, which became a fact.

Liang Yishu smiled brightly throughout the whole process, snuggling up to Cheng Tianze's side, annoying like a bird.

Under Cheng Tianze's high eyebrows, his deep black eyes were indifferent, as if he was a person who stayed out of the matter, and his emotions did not fluctuate at all.

But in fact, he had already swept around the crowd, but he didn't see Yin Qian.

Maybe it's really his own passion.

She didn't bother to come at all, how could she think of stopping it?

Yin Qian kept holding the dead Yin Zhenxing and crying non-stop until her throat was hoarse, her eyes were dry and swollen, tears couldn't flow, her voice couldn't come out, and the whole person sat on the edge of the bed with unfocused eyes like a dead corpse.

"Miss Yin, Mr. Yin has passed away, please arrange the funeral for him."

After the nurses found out, they came over to remind Yin Qian.

When a person dies, he can't stay in the hospital room, so he has to take him out quickly.

Yin Qian slowly turned her head, like a marionette, and looked at the nurse.

The nurse was shocked by her bleak eyes, but more sympathetic, there were too many births, old age, sickness and death to face in the hospital, and they were still so easy to feel.

"Miss Yin, no way, the hospital's regulations, if the patient has died......"

The nurse still advised.

I don't know if the word death stimulated Yin Qian, she came back to her senses in an instant and interrupted the nurse's words.

"I see, let's go."

She knows that she is only one person, and she is really unrelated and helpless.

Lowering his eyes and looking at Yin Zhenxing, who was already dead, he would never open his eyes again, look at Yin Qian, and never smile at her again.

I will never say it again, I hope Sissi is happy.

Whether it's the voice, or the eyes, or the concern, there's nothing.

Yin Qian's eyes were blank, and it took a lot of effort to drag Yin Zhenxing to a wheelchair, not letting anyone in the hospital touch him or let them help.

I just pushed the wheelchair and left the hospital straight away.

The rain outside, I don't know when it stopped, as if the pouring rain was just a dream, as if Yin Zhenxing was still alive, everything was Yin Qian's illusion.

She stood at the entrance of the hospital, holding on to her wheelchair, looking at the wet puddles on the ground, the people coming and going, she was like a drop in the ocean, completely lost in the crowd, too small for the world.

And she is small, she can only be like the duckweed floating on the sea, and she will never reach the shore without a home.

She stepped down the steps, and Yin pushed Yin Zhenxing back to the humble little house where they once lived, and dressed him in a shroud.

contacted a funeral dragon until Yin Zhenxing was cremated and became a pile of ashes in the jar in Yin Qian's hands.

She and Yin Zhenxing no longer have any relatives, and they don't have to stay for three days like ordinary people and then cremate.

In just one day, Yin Zhenxing was cremated, and he also burned a lot of green chrysanthemums for him to take to his mother.

Yin Qian held the urn and walked out slowly, her whole mind was blank, and she had stopped thinking.

She didn't even know where she was going, she just screamed and stared ahead, not even looking at Yin.

A car drove over and almost hit Yin Qian, who suddenly walked to the middle of the road, and suddenly braked sharply, and the sound of piercing tires rubbing the ground sounded, but it still couldn't attract Yin Qian's attention, she still moved her feet and walked forward slowly.

"Look for death! What a bad luck! ”

The driver poked his head out of the window and cursed.

Yin Qian held the urn in her hand tightly, for fear that if she accidentally slipped her hand, she would fall to the ground, and she couldn't even keep the last trace of Yin Zhenxing.

Walking to a place by Yin's side, she didn't know what she tripped up, she stumbled, fell forward, frightened, afraid of breaking the urn, hugged her in her arms, and landed on her back, she just lay on the ground and cried bitterly.

The sky was drizzling, and on the ground that had not yet been fully seen, you could see drop by drop.

Yin Qian lay down and looked at the sky, muttering to herself, "Dad, do you know? From now on, I'm really just one person! ”

She never had the luxury of being like other people's families, with a father and a mother, a grandfather and a grandmother, she only hoped that Yin Zhenxing, the only one alive, would be able to live a long life by her side.

As long as she works hard enough, she can get a better life and cure Yin Zhenxing.

But God, even such a humble and insignificant wish was not allowed to be fulfilled.

Who will feel sorry for her?

Who would wish her happiness in their hearts?

No, never again.

Yin Qian closed her eyes and let hot tears mixed with cold rain slip from the corners of her eyes.

She scrambled to get up from the ground, leaving her body in the mud and not caring too much, as long as the urn in her arms was safe and sound.

By the time she returned to the cramped rented house in the rain, she was soaking wet.

She carefully put Yin Zhenxing's urn on the table, stared at it for a while, and then turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower, then sat on the bed and made a phone call to the company.

"Hello, is it the Personnel Department?"

Yin Qian's voice was hoarse like a male duck's voice, which was very ugly.

"I'm Yin Qian from the project department, have you received the resignation letter?"

The person in charge of the marketing department on the other end of the phone received the resignation letter and still held it in his hand, "I got it, but Director Yin, you ...... it"

Director Yin of the marketing department is also a big position, although their marketing department is only responsible for personnel transfer and recruitment and resignation, but I am still very curious, why suddenly without warning about to resign.

Yin Qian's black and white eyes were as dead as silence, "Please leave it to Mr. Cheng, I won't go to the company." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the person over there to reply, she hung up the phone directly.

Taking a deep breath, she threw her phone aside and glanced down again, Cheng Tianze had made a few calls before.

It just jumped out as soon as it was turned on, but Yin Qian was gone.

He has done so much, knowing that Yin Zhenxing is so sick, but he also drove Yin Zhenxing out of VIP disease.

Now that Yin Zhenxing is dead, isn't it exactly what he wants?

This will call, but it's just to confirm that Yin Zhenxing is dead, right?

She laughed almost self-deprecatingly, louder and louder, but laughed and cried again.

She only feels that her feelings are as uncomfortable as feeding a dog, and she is still sympathetic, and she will be pitiful and caring.

But what about Cheng Tianze?

As long as she thinks of this person, her emotions are like being swept up by a tornado, and she can't tell what it feels like, she should have hated him thoroughly, hated his ruthless indifference, hated his playing with feelings......