The chocolate is sweet and bitter, but when Qiao Yue eats it in her mouth, it feels like chewing wax, and it seems that her tongue has lost its sense of taste.

Su Mingyuan saw that Qiao Yue had eaten chocolate, and his face did not ease much, because he knew how uncomfortable Qiao Yue felt at this time.

He handed the bottle of power drink he had just opened to her lips, Qiao Yue didn't look at it, and directly took it and drank most of the bottle with her head up.

Perhaps because he drank too quickly, some of the drinks slipped from the corners of his mouth, as if he were pouring alcohol violently.

Along with the drink, there were tears in her eyes.

From beginning to end, Su Mingyuan watched all this, but did not say a word, because he knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would seem particularly pale and weak, so it was better not to say anything, just accompany him silently.

Su Mingyuan handed the entire tissue box to Qiao Yue, he wanted her to cry, so that maybe she could feel better.

Qiao Yue took the tissue box, didn't speak, took out a few to wipe the tears on her face, and then, she didn't shed a single tear.

"Let's go." Qiao Yue said two words in a hoarse voice.

Su Mingyuan sighed slightly, and according to what she said, he started the car and left the funeral home.

When the car left the corner, Qiao Yue looked at the cold building again, and her heart felt sour.

A group of men dressed in black were crying out in their hearts, and cars kept coming in outside.

Qiao Yue looked a little uncomfortable, she forced herself to turn her head, close her eyes, and ignore the sad scene.

The car drove all the way, and it would take a while from the funeral home to the loss, Qiao Yue just leaned on the parking space with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

However, the long eyelashes had been trembling slightly, revealing her inner turmoil. March Chinese

Su Mingyuan drove quietly, occasionally looking at Qiao Yue's body, paying attention to whether she was uncomfortable.

The car had been on the road for about twenty minutes when Su Mingyuan's mobile phone suddenly vibrate, breaking the silence in the carriage.

Qiao Yue opened her eyes and glanced at him, seeing Su Mingyuan pick up the phone, she continued to turn her head to look out the car window, her expression tired and depressed.

Su Mingyuan, who heard the sound of the phone, first instinctively frowned, and felt a little unhappy in his heart, because this call disturbed Qiao Yue's rest.

Just as he interrupted and hung up, he saw two words displayed on the screen of his mobile phone: Huayu.

Su Mingyuan knew that this should be Gong Lele calling to ask if he had found Qiao Yue, and it seemed that Qiao Yue's phone was still being turned off.

Su Mingyuan glanced at Qiao Yue, then clicked on his phone, holding the steering wheel with one hand and picking it up with the other.

"Hey." Su Mingyuan glanced at Qiao Yue, who was turning her head to look out the window, looking very lonely on her side face.

"Su Mingyuan, do you know Yueyue, how is she, is there anything wrong?" As soon as the phone was connected, Gong Lele's words came out like a cannon.

However, Su Mingyuan could see that Gong Lele really had a relationship with Qiao Yue.

"Found it, she ....." Su Mingyuan turned his head and glanced at Qiao Yue, not knowing how to tell Gong Lele.

Gong Lele heard that Su Mingyuan had found Qiao Yue, and without waiting for him to say anything, he immediately said, "How is she, let her answer the phone." ”

Su Mingyuan hesitated for two seconds, but still took the phone off his ear and handed it to Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue turned her head and glanced at Su Mingyuan cutely, and then her eyes fell on the mobile phone he handed over.