In fact, she herself knows that she has known him for so long, and she has never seen him so close to any woman. It's just that these words came out of Ma Jun's mouth, and they were especially stinging.

reminded her all the time that it was because of her reckless rambling that he had no choice but to accept this marriage, which made him and his lover close to the end of the world.

Damn it.

This night, Bai Mo tossed and turned, it was difficult to sleep, and she got up early the next morning and was about to go out, but she heard the security guard call her loudly.

"Mrs. Luo, a lady sent something over to Mr. Luo, since you are here, it is better to hand it over to you in person!" A few days ago, he asked Bai Mo very sternly who he was looking for, and now he was polite, but even more polite than him was the long-haired and thin woman standing behind the security guard.

The appearance of this woman made Bai Mo feel moldy all over his body, and even his bones were sour.

I glanced at it in a hurry last night, and I didn't see it very clearly, but today I took a look, and the two of them faced each other without any suspense.

"Hello, Mrs. Luo, I'm Xiaohan." She carried a clean brown paper bag in her hand and took the initiative to stretch out her other hand to shake her hand.

Especially Mrs. Luo, it naturally seems to be a merciless taunt from old friends.

Bai Mo smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with her.

"I was going to leave it here," she said, handing over the paper bag and smiling, "I'll leave it to you." ”

Without too many words, Xiao Han turned around and walked away in a dashing manner, she only seemed to care about whether she had to do what she wanted to do or not, as for Bai Mo's reaction, it was completely meaningless.

Bai Mo opened the paper bag and saw Lhotse Xia's shirt lying inside, with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

A woman who washes her lover's shirt and sends it back with her own hands is a frank provocation and an unquestionable contempt.

Bai Mo sighed heavily, threw the paper bag into the trash can, turned around and walked out of the community.

The woman drove a red convertible sports car and parked directly in front of her, her exaggerated sunglasses covering most of her face, so that kind of pride was only slightly revealed, and it was not all exposed in front of Bai Mo.

She fiddled unhurriedly with a string of crystal chains in the rearview mirror and asked with a smile, "Where to go?" I'll send you. ”

Bai Mo smiled: "Thank you, no need." ”

She was no longer polite, waved her hand casually, and roared away.

Bai Mo stopped a taxi and went to the construction institute.

Aunt Xiao was waiting at the gate early, Uncle Zhuang was not at ease, he had to go together, Aunt Xiao disagreed, and the two of them argued, but after Bai Mo came, he persuaded Aunt Xiao.

When the three of them went there, the funeral procession had already been lined up, and the family members of the eldest uncle and the younger uncle were at the front of the line, the eldest uncle was holding the urn, the older cousin was holding an umbrella, and the younger uncle was holding the portrait.

Aunt Xiao may have communicated with her uncle in advance and followed at the back of the line, and the staff sent a small white flower, she gritted her teeth and pinned it to her chest.

Uncle Zhuang helped her, Bai Mo followed behind, and the three of them silently followed at the end, completing the whole process.

The burial procedure was very simple, just a few words of prayer, and Aunt Xiao burst into tears when she heard it.

Bai Mo could understand her feelings and gently held her hand.

After the procedure was completed, the newly erected monument was shining in the sun, and Bai Mo's grandfather, who had never seen before, was smiling at everyone, both generous and sincere.