Don't give wild men a hug

After watching for a long time, she was crying in the arms of other men to invite pets, Zhou Lushen changed the suit in his bent arm and put it in his hand, turned to leave.

Even though he was not emotional.

This time, Zhuang Ming's heart was dull for no reason, and he stuck to the wall to make way, and he wanted to ask, didn't you go in, I didn't ask.

silently followed his second son and left.

Should... It shouldn't have disturbed Miss Shen to find a new relationship.

Equally.

She suddenly saw Zhou Lushen's back, really, seeing Zhou Lushen in the arms of other men.

Even if the tears are blurred, he knows too well who is the back of the door and turns away, so familiar that just the outline of the back can depict his appearance.

The suit is in his bent arms, and the tough, cold, and cold has not faded away in him.

Zhou Lushen, who is high in the sky, this kind of person has come to this day, and he has no waves when he sees others crying.

Subconsciously, she let go of Sun Qiyan's embrace.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, you can cry if you want to."

Lin Yankui is the name of her grandmother, and when she was buried, it was Shen Jing who carved the inscription and painted it with her own hands.

The Shen family came that day.

The eldest sister and brother-in-law came, as well as the little baby who drank milk, and the grandfather also came, who had not been on a plane for several years, and the grandfather had to say that he wanted to come and see the drunken Shanghai market.

It's an old bone, and I have to make a trip.

In the past, I was a family member, but my grandfather regretted that he was a bit of a wealthy family, and he never came to Shanghai to visit his in-laws in person, and the child got married, and he liked it, and Lin Yankui chatted on the phone when he was a dowry, and the youngest son left early, and he never said hello to his in-laws again.

Bought the most expensive cemetery, my grandmother liked to drink tea, like to buy exquisite porcelain plate collection, like flowers, is a delicate old man, choose the best place in the green environment, must be the flowerbed that blooms in all seasons.

The flower bed in the single room has to be left comfortably on this land for her old man.

Initially, the cemetery intermediary said that the single tomb of the flower bed was also robbed, and the other party was more expensive, "I'm sorry, I know you're in a hurry, but this is the only set in the park, an excellent feng shui number, there are trees to shade, and there is a jade belt river wrapped around the waist in front, but unfortunately, this is not that I haven't had time to get the origin of the belonging, how about you look at the nearby double altar or the altar." ”

Shen Jing was a little domineering, "If you want a single altar, you can have as much as you want." ”

The agent could hear that he was a local, rich, "Yes, but there are no trees to visit, and you don't like the sun and rain, this young lady, the family has left." ”

Where do you know if it's hot or rainy, isn't this a tendon?

Shen Jing didn't want to be bare, her grandmother was most afraid of basking in the sun, and she had to have a flower bed under the tree.

But the intermediary couldn't help it, so he didn't give it to her.

Somehow, an hour later, the agent sold it to her again, and the conversation was very polite.

"You still want it, we have prepared the ownership of the origin for you, and we will hold a farewell at six o'clock tomorrow morning, right, mourning and mourning."

The funeral was simple.

The Shen family, the Sun family, and three others surnamed Xie.

Xie Qinyang was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die or live, and secretly scolded Shen Jing for why he didn't bring him to Shanghai to meet the old man, how could anyone do this, it was not moral at all.

Yan Kui, Yan Kui, what a beautiful and charming name of the older generation, it sounds like a cultural person, and it must be a kind old man.

When I saw Feng Jian again, it was a week after my grandmother left, she stayed in the alley to pack up her things, the house in the alley was not sold, and everything was furnished according to the way my grandmother was alive.

She kept them all.

Feng Jian handed her a house book, "Uncle... Uncle used to be too mixed up and stole your grandmother's house to sell, but now... Uncle... Uncle asked for the house back, it was your grandmother's assets before her death, and I will return it to you. ”

Shen Jing put it away and didn't say a word to Feng Jian.

Even if Feng Jian caught up and chattered again, she ignored it as a stranger.

Grandma hates Feng Jian, and so does she, all her life.

At the corner of the alley, Sun Qiyan appeared, picked her up, took her hand and walked forward, leaving Feng Jian in place.

From beginning to end, no one looked at Feng Jian squarely.

"I'm going to Yuyuan Road, the old regular customer personally placed an order, let's go together, take you to Yuyuan to drink sugar water by the way."

I don't remember, I haven't been to the sugar water shop in Yuyuan for many years.

Shen Jing took the initiative to take the wooden food box in Sun Qiyan's hand and followed him without speaking.

He looked down and smiled, saying something wrong.

Yuyuan Road is narrow, thinking, Sun Qiyan borrowed the clerk's small tram, "Come, let's ride there, it's so convenient." ”

Everyone lives in the Jingan area, and Changle Road to Yuyuan is not too far.

Sun Qiyan put on a safety helmet for her, fastened her belt, and put a handful of candy in her pocket, "If the road is boring, eat candy." ”

Shen Jing: Hmm.

That's a good job.

She doesn't like to talk these days, but she is more well-behaved.

So good that I want to buy her a lot of delicious food.

She sat on one side in the back seat of the small tram, Yadea's, and his employees drove this to work in the restaurant every day.

Sun Qiyan was worried that she would be in the back seat, so she kept driving slowly.

Put a chapter first, and drop the chicken soup to the house