Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 34 Silly Girl

the next day.

Nangong Chenxi's coffin was carried into the funeral car and sent to the Nangong family's exclusive mausoleum.

An Qianyin secretly followed them all the way, and finally found a hidden place to hide.

She saw the woman from last night, crying on the shoulder of a young master Nangong with tears in her eyes. While the man was comforting her, he was crying too hard.

What a bunch of hypocrites.

An Qianyin looked away, just in time to see Fei Luo standing among them.

He doesn't pretend to be distraught like others, which is better than those people.

He was dressed in luxurious black clothes, tilted his head casually, just happened to see An Qianyin, and smiled.

She blinked mischievously, moved her mouth, and said a few words.

An Qianyin mouthed, and in a rage, uprooted the grass beside her with her bare hands.

He said, "See you soon."

After everyone left, Lu Yaoguang called.

Lu Yaoguang asked where he was on the phone, saying that An Yize knew everything, and he called her early this morning to confirm that he was at Lu Yaoguang's place.

Lu Yaoguang lied to him that he was there, so that he could rest assured.

An Qianyin knew what her brother was thinking, and he knew that she would definitely think of various ways to come to Weimen to attend Nangong Chenxi's funeral, so yesterday he played a play with them and obediently took sleeping pills.

Originally, An Qianyin planned to go back as soon as the funeral was over. If it wasn't for Fei Luo, she would not have stayed here.

Thinking of this, An Qianyin asked Lu Yaoguang to make up a lie, saying that she was afraid of being scolded as soon as she went back, so she stayed at Lu Yaoguang's house for a while and went back tomorrow.

Lu Yaoguang asked her why, and An Qianyin casually found a reliable reason to prevaricate her.

The weather has been bad these days, although it hasn't rained.

The sky is a depressing gray, and gusts of wind blow, wrapped in a freezing coldness.

An Qianyin stood in front of the tombstone and put down a white chrysanthemum. She didn't cry, but just knelt dumbly, letting the accumulated water on the ground wet her knees.

Then he read a poem that she recited to him when she first met him, Wang Wei's Lovesickness.

Delicate hands reached into their pockets, took out a few prepared red beans, and planted them on the nearby grass.

There are red beans in the south, but there is no gift for picking them; bury this habitat, may the king rest in peace.

She got up and walked to the tombstone. It took a long time before she smiled and said something.

"I like you."

A tombstone separates two worlds.

In the vast mausoleum, the lonely figure of a girl disappeared into the distance.

Suddenly, the downpour of rain slanted down.

There is a red Lamborghini parked at the entrance of the mausoleum.

Fei Luo has been sitting in the car, watching An Qianyin appearing at the door in dismay, even though the heavy rain drenched her completely without making a sound, which is in stark contrast to the nearby pedestrians running to hide from the rain.

With cold eyes, he watched the girl go down the stairs step by step. She looked as if she had just been picked up from the water. The clothes were tightly attached to her body, and she could vaguely see scars of different sizes.

Her eyes are no longer the stunning vast sea of ​​stars in the starry sky, but despairing black holes, without any emotions, neither joy nor sorrow.

He had never seen such a silly girl with scars all over her body, but she still stubbornly wanted to take one last look at Nangong Chenxi.

Fei Luo stepped on the gas pedal, held back his anger and rushed out.

He felt very strange, why he would be angry with a girl's stupid behavior, probably because of the profit-seeking nature of the businessman, so everything must be a profit.

He doesn't understand why some people are so obsessed with cheap love and do it regardless of their own safety.

Just like Nangong Chenxi back then, no matter how he arranges all kinds of women to be by his side, he is indifferent, even unwilling to act, guarding himself like a jade for an uncertain person until he dies.

It turned out that there was a person as stupid as him far away in the sky.

　Out of feeling, I suddenly wrote a few sentences that rhymed...

　　Don't be disgusted...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)