In this way, Song Canran took her all the way to drag racing, and when the speed finally slowed down, Mingya was already miserable.

"Miss Ming is not used to taking fast trains, isn't she?" Song Cangran asked as he glanced at her face.

"Where are you taking me? Stop the car! ”

Ming Ya looked at the rearview mirror, the car following behind was no longer visible, she thought that Song Cangran was deliberately throwing the other party away, and couldn't help but be shocked and angry, worried that she was not good for her.

Song Canran didn't listen to her, drove leisurely, looked around a few times from time to time, and then sighed, as if very annoyed, and said, "I seem to be lost, is Miss Ming familiar with Haicheng?" ”

"Unfamiliar!" Mingya asked angrily, "Where are you going?" ”

"There will be no surprise to tell you, in fact, I am quite familiar with Haicheng, but I haven't been here for many years, and it has changed a bit here, Miss Ming, don't worry, just accompany me for a ride."

Mingya was angry, feeling that the other party was playing tricks on her, but she couldn't get out of this guy's thief car, so she had to be taken farther and farther away, and finally she recognized where this road was leading, and her face became even more ugly.

As she expected, Song Canran drove the car to a certain cemetery and stopped, Ming Ya sat in the car and did not move, and said coldly: "What are you bringing me here for?" ”

"Guess?" Song Cangran smiled, walked around to her car door, and thoughtfully opened the car door for her: "Get out of the car, don't you think I really want to kill you, and even find a grave, right?" ”

Mingya gritted her teeth, got out of the carriage and said, "If you have something to say, just say it here." ”

"Miss Ming, what are you afraid of?" Song Cangran stared at her eyes: "Actually, I just want you to accompany me to worship a friend, who do you think of me?" ”

Is she a good person, even if it is broad daylight, who will bring someone to the cemetery if she is fine, it is normal to be misunderstood.

Mingya's expression was ugly, no matter how much she resisted, she was still led forward by Song Canran.

"How's this?" Passing by a small stall, Song Cangran stopped, held up a chrysanthemum and asked her.

"Whatever." Mingya's face was very bad.

"How can it be casual, do you like these Miss Hua Ming?" Song Cangran picked up a large bouquet of chrysanthemums again.

"I don't like it!"

"That's right, chrysanthemums are given to the dead, how can Miss Ming like it?" Song Cangran smiled, bought all the chrysanthemums in his hand, and then stuffed them into Mingya's hand: "Take it for me." ”

What did she think of herself!

Ming Ya stared at the bouquet in her hand, the yellow and white flowers reflected her bleak face, and it looked extremely ugly.

In Haicheng, Song Canran can only come to worship Hu Lili's family, after her death, Song Canran is here for the first time, she is indeed buried with her daughter, and Ming Ya is still a few steps away from the spiritual position, and she looks at Song Canran expressionlessly.

Song Canran didn't care about her, took the flower in her hand and put it in front of the spiritual seat, and said leisurely: "Miss Ming, aren't you curious about what my relationship with these two people is?" ”

Ming Ya pursed her lips, and at this time her face calmed down a lot, and said lightly: "Won't you tell me if I don't ask?" ”

"Hehe, sure enough, Miss Ming understands me," Song Cangran touched the spiritual position, and seemed to be very emotional: "You guessed it, it's the mother and daughter who are lying here, the sky is jealous, both of them are in their prime, they shouldn't be like this, it's really sad." ”

Mingya sneered, are you a sad expression?

Her gaze crossed over to Song Canran and stared at the two names on the spiritual seat, her eyes cold.