The person next to him was impatient to hear this, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Okay, okay, where will it be our turn to decide these things?" Don't worry about it! ”

Hearing this, a figure in a black sweatshirt hiding in a corner, put on a hood, and passed through the crowd.

Xu was in a hurry and bumped into one of the men.

The man held his hands in front of his chest, and he still had a cigarette in his hand, and he was very unhappy when he was hit like this, and he opened his mouth and scolded, "You don't have long eyes!" ”

The black figure seemed to not hear it, and it didn't stop, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Someone in the back grabbed the man who was hit and persuaded, "Okay, okay, everyone is gone, and it looks so small, maybe it's a little girl, why do you bother to meet a woman!" ”

"I look like a, I don't have any strength at all! Hum! What fucking bad luck! ”

The man in the back muttered, and the man in the black sweatshirt had already boarded a bus on the corner and walked away.

After getting into the car, he went straight to the back seat, and the man took off his black hood.

The window next to her was still open, and the cold night wind poured in all the way, blowing on the side of her face, like a sharp knife tip, piercing the skin with pain.

But she didn't seem to notice it, her eyes always fell on the car window, as if she was looking at the scenery outside the car very seriously, and as if she was looking at something else through those scenery.

Looking at it, the woman somehow withdrew her gaze, and then looked at her slightly pale face reflected in the car window.

This face, three points like Xia Jitian, three points like Hong Xianglin, just like Xia Jiao who committed suicide by throwing herself into the river a year ago.

Compared with a year ago, she seems to have gone through some vicissitudes, and in her eyes, it seems that she can also precipitate some stories, which is not as sharp and reckless as before.

After taking about a dozen stops, after getting off the bus, she walked for another twenty minutes, and finally stopped outside the Xia family's villa.

She stared at the villa for a long time, her eyes reddening.

It wasn't until someone came out of the villa and the sound of the door opening startled her that she hurried back to her senses, put on a black hood, and walked away quickly.

And the person who came out of the villa was none other than Hong Xianglin.

Now that Xia Jitian can't come out of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and the Yan family is holding such a big funeral, she, as her mother-in-law, will go to participate in it no matter what.

The butler had already arranged for the car to pick her up at the door, but when she got into the car, she hesitated, as if she had some telepathy, and glanced at the street in the distance.

Even she didn't know what she was looking at, but she had a sense in her heart, as if there was something in that place that she cared about.

But I looked at it for a long time, but I didn't see anything.

Xia Chuanxu, who came out later, saw that his mother hadn't gotten into the car for a long time, so he also looked at her line of sight and asked curiously, "Mom?" See what? ”

"It's fine." Hong Xianglin shook his head, glanced at the car behind him, and asked, "Everything is ready?" ”

"Mom, don't worry, it's all ready." Xia Chuanxu nodded, all of which were prepared to condolence the Yan family.

Although the Xia family is not as wealthy as the Yan family, they still understand the basic etiquette.

Moreover, the relationship between the two of them cannot be sloppy.

Hearing what his son said, Hong Xianglin got into the car.

She has always been relieved when her son does things.

After waiting for Hong Xianglin to get in the car, Xia Chuanxu turned around and glanced at the distant street with deep meaning before following to get into the car.

A group of two cars drove towards Yan's house.