She looked again, only to see passers-by walking away, and really left the person on the ground alone.

Ye Yuyao frowned, couldn't bear to stay out of the matter, and quickly stepped forward to check.

It was a delicately dressed and graceful middle-aged lady, and a bouquet of white chrysanthemums fell next to her.

Ye Yuyao leaned over and worried: "Are you okay?" ”

The man opened his eyes weakly, and laboriously squeezed a sentence out of his mouth: "Sorry, I'm a little hypoglycemic." ”

When Ye Yuyao heard this, she immediately took out a candy from her bag and fed her herself.

After a few moments, the middle-aged woman finally regained her strength.

Her face was kind and gentle, her temperament was elegant, and her tone was full of gratitude: "Thank you so much, this gentleman!" I'm sorry to cause you trouble. ”

"You're welcome." Ye Yuyao waved her hand modestly and met the pair of kind apricot eyes, inexplicably feeling a sense of intimacy.

She paused and said with concern, "Do you need to help you contact your family?" ”

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly, "No need, I'm an old problem, just slow down." ”

Ye Yuyao picked up the bouquet of white chrysanthemums on the ground with scattered petals and handed it back to her, "This is yours, right?" ”

"Well, thank you!" The middle-aged woman took it and sighed lightly: "It looks like I have to buy a new bouquet." ”

"Are you going to visit the grave?" Ye Yuyao asked casually.

The middle-aged woman's face was filled with heavy sadness, "Well, go see my daughter." ”

Visiting her daughter, who died at birth.

"That's it..."Ye Yuyao was invisibly infected by her emotions, couldn't help but be moved, and couldn't help but care more: "Then take care of yourself, if there is anything uncomfortable, remember to go to the hospital in time." I still have something to do, so I've got to go first. ”

Looking at that sincere and delicate face, the middle-aged woman thought of her two sons, her eyes softened, and a trace of warmth swelled in her heart: "Okay, thank you very much!" Hope it didn't delay your time! ”

"It's fine."

Hurriedly dropping these words, Ye Yuyao left the place.

Arriving at the restaurant on the eighth floor of Huitai Building, Ye Yuyao did not dare to delay for a moment, and immediately asked the waiter to take her to table 88.

When I raised my eyes, I saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes with a clear face sitting there alone.

As soon as he approached, the man's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the refreshing and handsome young man in front of him, with a cold attitude: "You are A."

ata？ ”

Ye Yuyao nodded, apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm late!" There was a little accident on the way, I hope you forgive me! ”

"You're twenty minutes late." The man said with a cold face: "If it weren't for the fact that you are a friend of J, I would have left a long time ago." ”

Ye Yuyao knew that he was at a loss, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him: "I'm really sorry!" What do you call it? ”

Su Mo admitted.

After a brief self-introduction, the two didn't talk any more superfluous words, and quickly got down to business.

Knowing that the other party wanted to help his mother customize daily clothes, Ye Yuyao took out a notepad and carefully wrote down the style his mother liked.

At the end of the business, Ye Yuyao glanced at the time on her mobile phone, and immediately got up: "I'm sorry, I'll make a call." ”

After speaking, she went to the side, and Lisuo dialed the number of the assistant Chen Yuan and asked him to help pick up the two little ones from the kindergarten.

While waiting, Su Mocheng accidentally caught a glimpse of a wallet falling from under the table.

He glanced at the figure not far away and leaned over to pick it up.

It should be this A

ATA's wallet.

Thinking like this, he opened the wallet to confirm that there was an ID card in the transparent layer.

In the photo, the girl is beautiful and moving, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and delicate and small facial features, but it inexplicably makes him feel a sense of familiarity.

However, he should have never seen this talent.

Ye Yuyao happened to return to the table, raised his eyes and saw that he was holding his wallet in his hand, and immediately claimed it: "Mr. Su, that's my wallet." ”

Su Mo came back to his senses, glanced at the girl on the ID card, looked at her again, and shook his head: "It's not yours." ”