Looking at her extremely sad and aggrieved appearance, Qiao Zhanbei's heart was uncomfortable, he looked at Tang Wanzhou, and persuaded him: "Mom, don't you anymore-"

Tang Wanzhou lay on the hospital bed, looking at them, her eyes lost their luster little by little, like a broken candle, only a little star-sized light remained, gradually extinguished.

She closed her eyes forever.

"Mama Joe......"

Ye Mian's shoulders couldn't help but tremble, and she sobbed.

Qiao Zhanbei grabbed her shoulders, rubbed her shoulders with his hands, and comforted her silently.

Ye Mian leaned on Qiao Zhanbei, watched the doctor come over, and did a few examinations for Tang Wanzhou in a procedural manner, and then announced his medical clinical death.

Tang Wanzhou is the daughter-in-law of the Qiao family, and her mourning hall is located in the main mansion villa of the Qiao family in Xishan.

At the door of Qiao's villa, luxury cars gathered.

Qiao Zhanbei and Ye Mian were all wearing pure black suits, their faces were plain, he had a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest, and a small white daisy pinned to her head.

They stood on both sides of the mourning hall and kept bowing to their relatives who came to pay their respects.

The white-haired Grandma Qiao was helped into the mourning hall by Grandpa Qiao and the maid, Ye Mian saw her old man, bowed, didn't control her emotions, and hugged her.

The old man has not recovered from the pain of three years ago, and it is too distressing to suffer from the grief of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

"Good boy...... Don't be sad......" Old Lady Qiao comforted her.

The old man's dim eyes glistened with tears.

"Grandma, take care too. When Mom left, it was very peaceful, and you mourned. Ye Mian comforted her.

"My old lady has lived such a long time, she has experienced ups and downs, she has experienced everything, she can stand it, don't worry about me. Zhanbei, you help your mother hold a beautiful funeral, she will be strong for the rest of her life. Old Lady Qiao cheered up and said with full of energy.

"Grandma, don't worry, it's already arranged." Qiao Zhanbei said, and asked the maid to help the old lady into the house to rest.

Seeing her grandmother's strong appearance, Ye Mian was even more distressed.

"Don't be sad, go get something to eat." Qiao Zhanbei wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said in a low voice.

By this time, it was already dark.

Ye Mian looked up at the man who was all black, with a solemn face, and shook his head gently, "I'm not hungry." ”

"If you're not hungry, go get some food, there won't be any more people tonight." He advised.

She still shook her head and said softly: "I can't eat now, leave me alone, go and greet grandpa and second uncle." ”

Qiao Zhanbei didn't force her anymore.

Late at night, Qiao Zhanbei returned to the mourning hall after sending off his relatives.

There were only two permanent lamps lit in the mourning hall, and the light was dim, and she was dressed in black, with a slender figure, kneeling straight beside the coffin.

He had never seen her so sad and sad as she was today, she and Ms. Tang have always been like mother and daughter, sad at the same time, there is helplessness, right?

Ye Mian looked at Tang Wanzhou's last photo, remembering the little care she took for herself in the past, she was full of gratitude, I don't know, at this time, she and her mother have been together in another world.

The smell of smoke was very strong, and she turned her head to face Qiao Zhanbei's perfect face.

He knelt on the futon, lit three sticks of incense, bowed down and inserted the incense into the censer.

As always, calm and calm.

From the death of Qiao's mother to the present, she has not seen him shed a single tear. Just because you don't cry doesn't mean you don't feel sad.

Thinking that he was now like her, a person without a father or a mother, the tip of her nose was sour.

"Smoked a lot, huh? Brother Qiao, the festival mourns and changes. She looked at him and said distressedly.

Qiao Zhanbei met her face, and he could see that she was comforting herself.

"Those elders are all old smokers, it's hard for them not to smoke, I'm fine, it's you who want to mourn, your eyes are swollen into walnuts." He said softly.

"My eyes are really sore, swollen and a little painful right now. The last time I cried like this, I still ...... "The day you mentioned the divorce to me."

The second half of the sentence was stopped by her in time.

"When my grandmother died." She added, pursed her lips and smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

Qiao Zhanbei stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugged her, comforted her, and was full of pity.

Ye Mian wrapped his waist with his backhand and hugged him as well.

"It's not early, you don't need to guard here, go upstairs to rest." He persuaded softly.

"Don't, I want to accompany you to guard my mother, Brother Qiao, I will always be with you in the future." As the words fell, her head buried in his chest.

Although it is a mourning hall, Qiao's mother must like to see their intimate and affectionate appearance.

Listening to her sweet words, Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and in an instant, the corner of his mouth smiled bitterly: "Ye Mian, my mother can't hear it now, you don't have to say that." ”

Ye Mian was stunned, she poked her head out of his chest and looked at him.

"Brother Qiao, what I said in the ward in the afternoon was not to coax Qiao's mother, I really want to live a good life with you in the future." She will continue to love him well, take care of him, and depend on him for her life in the future.

Seeing him looking at herself in silence, she said again: "I really don't want a divorce." ”

Qiao Zhanbei's deep eyes were complicated, surging with various emotions, and he hesitated for a moment before he said "um".

Ye Mian let go of him with peace of mind and continued to kneel straight.

Qiao Zhanbei kept looking at Tang Wanzhou's posthumous photo, and I don't know how long it took, a heavy feeling came from his shoulder, and a faint sweet fragrance entered his nose.

Next to her, leaning on him, fell asleep.

It really tired her today.

Qiao Zhanbei picked her up, went to the second floor of the villa, put her on the bed in his previous room, and helped her change into a nightdress to make her sleep more comfortably.

Looking at her sleeping face, I remembered that in the ward, she knelt in front of the hospital bed and cried with Ms. Tang to assure her, his gentle eyes dimmed, as if someone had choked her neck, and it became difficult to breathe.

Ms. Tang was too kind to her, and gave her an inheritance that she couldn't refuse before she died, she must have been very embarrassed, and in the end she could only promise to continue to make peace with him.

Before that, he also expressed to Ms. Tang that he didn't want to divorce.

Qiao Zhanbei returned to the mourning hall with a heavy heart and continued to keep watch until dawn.

The next day, it was the funeral.

Qiao's family is a famous family, this time the eldest daughter-in-law passed away, and there was an endless stream of guests who came to mourn, and wreaths were lined up for several kilometers from the gate of the villa.

Those who came were all big names in the capital and even the whole country, and luxury cars were everywhere.

In the sound of mourning music, Ye Mian and Qiao Zhanbei kept bowing to the guests.

The Zhou family was the housemother, and when Mrs. Zhou came to mourn, she knew that Ye Mian was actually the eldest granddaughter-in-law of the Qiao family.

After a while, Du Bo, the housekeeper of the Qiao family, came over to report that the old lady of the Jin family was here, Qiao Zhanbei twisted his eyebrows and pondered, according to his seniority, this old lady should not come to mourn Ms. Tang in person.

He asked the housekeeper to invite his grandparents out to greet Mrs. Jin.

The Jin family is a prominent family in the capital, and this old lady Jin is a royal noble, and she is a descendant of the royal family.

Shaoqing, an old lady wearing a gorgeous retro robe on crutches with a dragon's head, was helped into the gate of the villa.

She led a girl in a black lace turtleneck dress, with a black mask covering most of her face, revealing only her eyes and white forehead.

This girl is the granddaughter of Mrs. Jin, Tong Yaoyao.