How much Jiang Yun loved Meng Wanyi back then, how much she hated Meng Wanyi at this moment.

At this time, the silent cemetery echoed with her hoarse invectives and accusations.

In the face of Jiang Yun's words, Meng Wanyi did not refute a word.

She was half-kneeling on the ground, her head lowered, her forehead against the green bricks, and her tears smashed on the ground and splashed without a trace.

"I'm sorry."

In the end, thousands of words were only condensed into this one sentence, and Meng Wan wanted to say a lot, but she couldn't say a word.

Jiang Yun wiped her tears fiercely and sneered.

"Sorry, does it work? Is your sorry worth a few dollars, can you get my son's life back? You're just a broom star, as long as you get involved, it won't end well! Get as far as you want, and when I see you, I'm disgusted."

Meng Wanyi lost her soul and left, and when she went down the mountain, she didn't pay attention to the slipping and fell under her feet.

His knees slammed to the ground, and his palms were punctured by gravel.

As if she didn't know the pain, she reached out and patted the gravel off it, gritted her teeth and stood up.

Hurry up, Aunt Jiang will be angry.

In order to avoid them over the years, at this time of year, Meng Wanyi went up the mountain before dawn to pay respects.

She really didn't expect to bump into Jin Yan and his wife.

Thinking of Jiang Yun's look at her, Meng Wanyi only felt as if her whole heart was being twisted by a pair of invisible hands.

It hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

At this moment, she really wanted a hug.

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When the hour hand turned to eleven o'clock, Shen Tingzhou knew that he couldn't wait for Meng Wanyi.

He Ye didn't have the courage to ask Meng Wanyi if he would come back.

In fact, he doesn't ask, he knows the answer.

In the evening, Shen Tingzhou couldn't help but let the assistant check Meng Wanyi's itinerary.

She didn't buy a ticket back to Kyoto, and she didn't have a bullet train, car, or plane, but he still had a glimmer of hope.

Shen Tingzhou rubbed his eyes, then stood up and poured the carefully prepared dinner on the table into the trash, and then took out the cake in the refrigerator.

He slowly removed the box and ribbon, and then silently inserted a candle for himself, and inserted it until the last one.

Shen Tingzhou broke the candle.

It's just a birthday, but it doesn't matter if you can't pass it.

When Meng Wanyi didn't come to his side, didn't he live like this. new

Shen Tingzhou felt that he was really living more and more, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, wanting to rub out the sourness.

After picking up the box next to him and covering the cake again, Shen Tingzhou went to the wine cabinet and took two bottles of whiskey.

After a few glasses, Shen Tingzhou felt even more uncomfortable, and originally wanted to fall asleep with alcohol, but he didn't expect that the more he drank, the more sober he became.

His heart was like a ball of cotton stuffing him, and he pulled his tie and found that it had no effect.

He got up angrily and took out a large garbage bag from the kitchen to put the cake and the meal he had just poured into it, and decided to go out and throw away the garbage, which was so dazzling that he felt that he would be extremely anxious and unbearable after a few more glances.

Shen Tingzhou had just finished throwing away the garbage and lit a cigarette.

Suddenly, a pair of soft hands touched his eyes.

Shen Tingzhou's heartbeat suddenly beat violently.

Quietly pinched the cigarette and squeezed it into his palm.

He was afraid that the people behind him would tiptoe hard, so he silently bent his knees.

The familiar fragrance lingering between the wings of her nose is Meng Wanyi's usual laundry detergent.

Shen Tingzhou's long eyelashes blinked in the woman's palm, and her throat rolled, but she still didn't dare to speak.

He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would wake up from his dream.

Until the woman behind her let go of her and walked around him and put her arms around her waist.

"Happy birthday, srrse, Tingzhou."

The smile on the woman's face in the moonlight was as gentle as water, and Shen Tingzhou's slightly stunned appearance was reflected in her brown pupils.

It's not her!

Shen Tingzhou just wanted to reach out and push Lin Zhizhi away, but Lin Zhizhi seemed to have a prejudgment and immediately hugged her.

"Don't push me away, okay? I flew back for ten hours, and in order to get a smooth divorce, I have left the house and have nothing, so don't push me away at this time."

Here, Meng Wanyi, under the shade tree, was carrying a cake and quietly looking at the two people hugging each other not far away.

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