Tong Wanwan came back to his senses in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, she shuffled over with heavy steps to pick up a flower and trembling towards the coffin.

Attending one's own funeral and offering flowers to one's body should be a unique experience.

When she came to the coffin, she looked at the girl lying inside closely, the pattern on her nails was DIY by herself the night before, and she accidentally sprinkled her nail polish all over the ground.

That day, she was still alive and well.

There was a sudden pain in my heart.

"Woo ~~~~~" her emotions were out of control, and she cried out sadly.

In the originally depressing and dull auditorium, such a ghost crying wolf howl suddenly sounded, causing everyone to look at her one after another.

The people of the Tong family also cast puzzled glances.

I don't understand why Song Yuexiu's secretary cried so sadly.

Did she know Wanwan?

When everyone's eyes shifted to Song Yuexiu, although he didn't want to pay attention to her, she lost his face.

I had no choice but to go over and drag the person away from the coffin.

Tong Wanwan was still crying, and she couldn't control herself at all.

She put her arms around his waist and buried herself in his arms and continued to cry.

Song Yuexiu helped her to the seat in the back, tore off the slender hand on her waist, and ordered in a cold voice with an expressionless face: "Okay, don't cry!" ”

Tong Wanwan then pressed his face on his arm again, rubbing left and right, tears and snot mixed with saliva all rubbed on his clothes.

“……”

Song Yuexiu's body froze.

He clenched his fists faintly, his temples jerking, resisting the urge to strangle her and pushing her head away.

He pulled out a handkerchief.

"Thank you!" Tong Wanwan reached out to pick it up.

Song Yuexiu bypassed her hand and wiped her arm with a cold expression.

Tong Wanwan's hand was stunned in mid-air.

It's embarrassing.

Pitifully pouted, her big red and swollen eyes hung her head.

A black figure came to them.

"Secretary Luo, it doesn't matter to you!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Tong Wanwan looked up and saw that it was her sister Tong Ruoqing.

Seeing his family coming, tears were aroused again.

"Sister—"

She forgot who she was and blurted out.

Tong Ruoqing was stunned, sister?

"Secretary Luo, you are too polite, we should be about the same age, you don't need to call me sister, I'll take you to the lounge to sit for a while." Tong Ruoqing said softly and decently.

When she picked up Tong Wanwan from her position, she glanced at Song Yuexiu with a slightly meaningful look.

However, Song Yuexiu did not look sideways from beginning to end.

…….

in the lounge.

Tong Ruoqing poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Tong Wanwan, "Drink a little!" ”

"Thank you!"

Tong Wanwan held the water cup and drank some in small sips, and the warm water went down her throat and warmed her whole body.

She felt much more comfortable.

"Secretary Luo, my sister died like this, your president should be very sorry!" Tong Ruoqing sat opposite and said with a faint sigh.

Tong Wanwan was a little incomprehensible.

"I ——, oh, no," she switched identities, "What does Miss Tong's death have to do with our president?" ”

"You don't know? Your president was originally going to be engaged to my sister! ”

"What !!"

She has a man to get engaged to.

Tong Wanwan's mind was stunned, and she forgot what her identity was now, she asked her sister, "Why hasn't anyone told me about such an important matter?" ”

Tong Ruoqing was a little puzzled by her angry reaction.

But think about it...... It doesn't seem to be difficult to understand.

She smiled at her, "That only proves that Mr. Song feels that you don't need to know." ”

Mr. Song?

That man's surname is Song?

Tong Wanwan suddenly realized that she didn't even know what that man's name was, and the titles she heard so far were president, big boss, and Mr. Song, where was he sacred.

"He ——,," she asked, wondering how to ask, "do you think that with his background, you are worthy of your sister?" ”

"Of course! The world's top ten chaebols, the youngest and most handsome man in D City, the father will always give his sister the best. Tong Ruoqing replied, and when she spoke, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked into a sneer, and her eyes couldn't help but show mockery.