Chapter 237: Tragedy
Yan Yue has been thinking about Sun Qianqian in her heart, and she doesn't know how she will tell her mother when she goes back.
Originally, her mother and father were not at ease, so she was asked to go out in person, and this time she had to slip Yan Xiaojie back.
Who made him reconcile with him?
Except for her mother, Yan Xiaojie will probably only listen to her sister.
"Yan Xiaoji, you are already an adult, you can't be too willful."
Yan Xiaoyu heard that his sister's tone was not good, and looked at her face gloomy from the rearview mirror.
Although, he didn't think he was willful, but his closest and most respected sister was unhappy, and he had to take care of one or two.
Yan Xiaojian had no choice but to stop talking.
When I arrived at Yunxiang Tower, a guest wearing a long shirt and a leather jacket outside the door saw the car, and his eyes immediately lit up.
Hurriedly hunched over to meet him, and personally opened the front door, "It's an honor for Young Marshal Yan to be here, Boss Meng has already explained it and left you the best private room." ”
Yan Xiaowei nodded slightly, personally opened the back seat door, and led Yan Yue out of the car.
The guest also pulled out the co-driver and asked Shu Yin to get out of the car.
The group was led into the private room in the middle of the second floor.
Downstairs are round tables, which are already full.
It seems that everyone who comes is either rich or expensive, and they are willing to sit in the hall and listen to the play, but imagine how popular this Meng Qingyun is.
There are only three private rooms on the second floor, and the left and right sides are empty, and this private room on the second floor is not a place where you can sit with silver.
Yan Yue sat down and stared fixedly at the stage, her empty gaze unable to see through the thoughts under her eyes.
Yan Xiaozhen shook her hand, cold to the bone.
Sighing secretly, he put his coat on her.
Yan Yue tried to pull out a smile, but the laughter contained helplessness and pain, and when she sat in this environment, it was like falling into endless painful memories.
Yan Xiaowei looked at the heartache, but he understood his sister's heart, and the thorn in his heart was there.
That kind of pain is something that you can't experience if you haven't experienced it.
But when Yan Xiaowei saw that his sister got married, his eyes were red and swollen, and he even felt a little desperate to be loveless.
He was worried that something would happen to her, so he stayed by her side all the time.
But, fortunately, my sister survived.
After getting married, for five whole years, I gave birth to a daughter and never had children again.
For this reason, the husband's family complained to his sister, after all, there was the Yan family behind him, and he dared not speak out, but his sister didn't know whether she was kind-hearted or didn't want to live with her husband at all, so she personally married her husband several aunts, and these aunts and wives were able to give birth, and they had five more children at once.
My sister's suffering has always been a knot in Yan Xiaoji's heart that he can't untie.
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Five years ago.
The largest city in the northwest, Fengjing City.
A fire raged in the middle of the city.
The onlookers were three layers inside and three layers outside, and no one dared to go up to put out the fire, because the fire was so big that even if they could still vaguely hear the screams and help......
The fierce flames were almost half the sky!
When Yan Yue arrived accompanied by Yan Xiaoji, the house inside had already burned to the ground.
Yan Xiaojie and the others were all stunned by this tragic situation.
They know very well that if they are not saved, people will not be able to enter at all, and if they enter, they will die!
"It's so miserable, none of the dreamers came out." Onlookers were talking.
"The dreamer is really unlucky, and there are many disasters."
"But no, General Meng just died, and before he reached the first seven, his whole family was burned to death."
"Who's to say it isn't? If two tigers fight, one will die. ”
"Shhhh You dare to talk about this kind of thing! ”
There was a sudden silence around them.
Yan Xiao furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Yan Yue with heartache.