Chapter Seventy-Four: The Cemetery
The chopsticks on the table split in two, and Rong Qi got up from his seat.
The clerk didn't know what the situation was, and continued to praise: I'm even better looking than in the TV series, it turns out that you are friends, it's really unexpected.
"I know it, but I know." Xie Yan pointed to the chopsticks on the table that were folded in two, and his eyes were cold and arrogant, "It's just this kind of relationship." ”
Xiao Congsu didn't return the bottle of wine, the black card in his hand, and smiled: "Miss Wen has so much money and asks for a few more bottles, it should be fine,"
......
The agent was looking for people everywhere, and his tone was dry and rushing: "Where have you been!" The dinner is about to begin. ”
The two of them participated in the auction, and the auction of the people who came was small, and the conversation was true, and it was a routine operation to find a collection that could not be priced higher.
Wen Yue was a little uncontrollable, and said angrily: "My card has been maxed out." ”
"What's the situation?"
"Lonely immortals." She gritted her teeth.
In other words, although Xiao Congsu didn't drink the bottle of wine, he turned his head and gave it to a group of boys who were also drinking next door.
Not only that, Xiao Congsu was also very kindly afraid that they would not be enough, so he bought the card and maxed it out.
After Rong Qi went out, Xie Yan followed.
She was not in a hurry to go home, and walked alone on the street, but there was a sense of sadness and nowhere to go.
"Thank you, I want to go to the cemetery."
The cemetery is where her birth mother is buried.
Xie Yan's expression was cold: "Now? ”
"Now."
He was silent and told her to wait in the distance as he drove over.
Opposite is a high-end clubhouse, which is comparable to the consumption of Duxian Ju.
There was a black car parked in front of it, and a line of businessmen came out of the clubhouse, almost all of them in suits and leather shoes.
Rong Qi stood under the locust tree, the snow on the branches like the beauty of April, and the dim light spread in the winter night, allowing it to fall into her silent pupils, like broken water.
She kept looking at the person opposite, different from the other philistine with a sleek temperament.
The man is very good-looking, with good bones and beautiful skin, and his eyes sunk in the hazy snow and mist contain gloomy and dustless eyes, lonely and cold, and he has a sense of misanthropy that has been experienced by thousands of sails.
Wearing a black formal suit and a coat of the same color, he is in the middle of the middle, and he is also a noble son.
The man looked back inadvertently.
At that moment, Rong Qi felt the blood around his heart churning violently, and he was very close to suffocation, this face ...... Why does it feel like where has it been seen.
Xie Yan's car stopped in front of her and asked her to get in.
Because of this little episode, when I looked over there again, the man had already gotten into the car, and the car drove away.
Rong Qi retracted his gaze uneasily.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I seem to see a familiar person, but—" She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, her voice shaking, "I can't remember who he is?" ”
How could it be, why can't I remember.
Xie was tired of aphasia.
Rong Qi remembers many people, but he can't remember that one.
......
After only ten minutes of driving, the man behind him spoke: "Turn around." ”
Chen knew that Miss Rong was opposite, silently turning the steering wheel to turn the car around.
When I arrived at the cemetery, it was already late at night, and at the foot of the mountain, along the steps, there were immortal lamps lit layer by layer, bright and pious, and it was allowed to go up alone.
Xie got out of the car, leaned on the side of the car, looked up, and walked on the long steps.