As soon as Yang Xiao heard Gu Qingcheng's words, she felt extremely wronged.

  "Yes, it's all my own choice, no one will suffer for me, I'll endure it myself!"

  But at the same time that Gu Qingcheng applied alcohol swabs directly to the wound, Yang Fuxiao suddenly leaned forward and bit down on Gu Qingcheng's shoulder.

  Gu Qingcheng's muscles tensed up instantly, his hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, without saying anything, he continued with the movement in his hand.

  Yang Fengxiao relaxed her jaw, looking at Gu Qingcheng's shoulder, a very deep tooth mark, meeting Gu Qingcheng's gaze, she turned away, tightly biting her teeth.

  In the following, Gu Qingcheng helped her rewash and bandage the wound. Not a single word of pain was uttered.

  Gu Qingcheng's technique was very light and extremely skilled, almost before the pain had spread, he had already cleaned up the blood on the wound, re-disinfected it, tossed aside the cotton ball stained with blood, and used gauze to re-bandage Yang Fuxiao. He then looked up at Yang Fuxiao, whose forehead was covered in a thin layer of fine sweat.

  "Alright."

  After hearing Gu Qingcheng's words, Yang Fuxiao's tightly clenched teeth suddenly relaxed, like a deflated balloon, and he let out a long sigh.

  As she exhaled with a whoosh, of course, there was also Yang Duxiao's rumbling stomach.

  It's already midnight, and Yang Xiao has only eaten a little something with Shen Jia-yu outside at noon, and until now, he hasn't even had a sip of water, his lips are dry and cracked from dehydration.

  Gu Qingcheng turned around and walked into the kitchen, first pouring a cup of honey water for Yang Fuxiao. "I'll go cook."

  Yang Mu Xiao felt that she was not yet worthy of having Gu Qing Cheng serve her, so she hastily drank a few mouthfuls of honey water and chased after him towards the kitchen door.

  "I'll just go myself!"

  Gu Qingcheng had already taken the eggs and vegetables from the refrigerator, washed them, and was chopping them on the cutting board with very practiced movements, even more skilled than Yang Fuxiao when she chopped vegetables, who was always afraid of cutting her hand and kept a distance of at least eight feet from the blade.

  Seeing Gu Qingcheng's knife movements that were quite like a chef, Yang Fuxiao couldn't help but ask: "Gu Dada, can you still cook?"

  Gu Qingcheng said: "Do you think I'm a young master who doesn't get his hands dirty?"

  Yang Buru rubbed his nose: "Of course not."

  Gu Qingcheng used to be in the army and also lived alone outside, so he can cook.

  She stood quietly beside the refrigerator, watching Qingcheng stir-fry dishes, add water, seasonings, and various condiments, and a delicious aroma had already wafted into her nostrils.

  She saw Gu Qingcheng scoop a spoonful of sauce from a ceramic jar, and suddenly remembered the sauce she had seen in the private restaurant's kitchen at noon today. Where was Shen Jiaoyu? Magnificent skill.

  She turned around hastily, wanting to turn around and call Shen Jiaxu, only to remember that Shen Jiaxu was still holding her bag, and her phone was inside!

  When was Shen Jia-yu left behind?

  Yang Fengxiao was like an ant on a hot pot, turning around and didn't know what to do. However, since Shen Jiayou still had her bag, she would definitely come looking for her again. Let's go to the sales center tomorrow instead.

  Gu Qingcheng cooked two bowls of noodles, and the aroma wafted up to his nose.

  Yang Mo sat down and smiled at Gu Qingcheng: "Thank you, Big Brother Gu."

  The two people at the dinner table were eating very quietly. In the past, when facing Gu Qingcheng's silence, Yang Fuxiao would always chatter non-stop like a sparrow, breaking the awkward atmosphere. But now, Yang Fuxiao didn't have the heart to speak, her heart was heavy with a huge stone weighing it down.

  Gu Qingcheng didn't eat much, just accompanied Yang Fuxiao to eat some, leaning on the back of the chair, looking at Yang Fuxiao who was eating noodles with his head down.

  A buzzing vibration sounded, Yang Fuxiao lowered his head to eat and ignored it, Gu Qingcheng raised his head to glance at the phone vibrating on the table, and then his gaze fell back on Yang Fuxiao.

  Yang Mu Xiao also found it strange, why did Gu Qing Cheng look at her? Why didn't he answer the phone?

  She lifted her head and hastily swallowed the noodles in her mouth, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

  Gu Qingcheng looked at her for another three seconds and nodded: "Oh."

  After finishing speaking, he picked up the pink phone case on the table that was vibrating and took a look at the name Shen Jia-yu on the screen, directly sliding to answer the call: "Hello."

  Yang Fuxiao was shocked all of a sudden!

  This is... her cell phone!

  Yang Fuxiao didn't wait for Gu Qingcheng to say a second word, and directly pounced over to snatch the phone from his hand. She took a look at the screen, and saw Shen Jiayou's name on it. Her heart racing, she immediately hung up the call.

  Gu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, "Shen Jiayou?"

  Yang Furong glared at Gu Qingcheng fiercely, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? Answering my call."

  Gu Qingcheng shrugged, "You're the one who told me to pick it up."

  "I..."

  I thought I left my phone at Shen Jia-yu's place, but it turns out the bag came back with me. My phone was just attached to my body earlier, and as soon as I came in, I put it on the table.

  There's no need to explain this to Gu Qingcheng either.

  Yang Mu Xiao said a sentence: "I'm full." and turned around and ran upstairs.

  She returned to her room and thought about how to explain things to Shen Jia-yu, then called him back.

  After a long time of ringing, the phone was answered, and then Shen Jia-yu's low voice came through: "Dawn?"

  "Shen Shao, I accidentally hung up on your call just now, sorry about that."

  Shen Jia-yu smiled lightly and said, "Was it you who answered the phone just now? I thought I heard a man's voice and assumed it was a wrong number..."

  "No," Yang Fu Xiao hastily said, "it's me! I'm the one who intentionally speaks in a hoarse voice. Listen," Yang Fu Xiao said in a deliberately hoarse voice, "Hey, it's me, Yang Fu Xiao."

  On the other end of the phone, Shen Jia-yu suddenly burst out laughing.

  "I called you just to tell you that you forgot your bag, when we were at the hospital you left in a hurry, by the time I went to get the car back you and your friend had already left," Shen Jiayou said, "I'll send it over to you tomorrow."

  "No need to bother, I might have to attend a friend's funeral tomorrow day, can I contact you tomorrow night? I'll come find you then."

  Yang Mu Xiao paused for a moment, "That... Young Master Shen, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up the phone first."

  "There's no need to be so formal, you can just call me Jia You."

  Yang Mou Xiao moved her mouth, but still couldn't call out. Shen Jia Yu then spoke up to relieve her embarrassment, saying: "Don't worry about it, just go to sleep early, goodnight."

  "Good night."

  Hanging up Shen Jia-yu's phone call, Yang Fu-xiao let out a long sigh and suddenly lay down on the bed.

  Staring at the ceiling, a pair of big eyes blinked unblinkingly.

  She had never thought about what it would be like for someone to be forever away from her, but today, as she watched Grandma Meng's body enter the furnace and then be pushed out, only to be placed into a small urn.

  Tonight, she will have insomnia, and Meng Xi will definitely feel even more uncomfortable.

  Yang Fuxiao picked up her phone, opened QQ and wanted to chat with Meng Xi for a while, but suddenly found that Meng Xi had updated a new blog post, which was very long.

  "I was raised by my grandmother, and when I was eight years old, my grandfather passed away. At the funeral, everyone was crying except me. My grandmother held me and said, 'Xiao Xi and grandma are the same, we don't cry, we smile to see grandpa off.' Actually, I knew that even if all the sadness of everyone added up together, it couldn't compare to my grandmother's alone."

  Grandma, do you still remember? You were holding my hand and teaching me how to write my name with a brush pen, stroke by stroke, so that I could write it beautifully.

  Grandma, do you still remember what you said? You said that even if our family is poor and we are poor, our aspirations must not be poor. We must have great ambitions.

  ……

  Grandma, there are many things I want to say to you, but I don't know where to start.

  "Grandma, take care on your way."

  Yang Mu Xiao's gaze swept from top to bottom, but didn't know which sentence of Meng Xi's made her burst into tears.

  Maybe it was from Meng Xi's words, I thought of my own grandmother, maybe I thought of that beggar uncle and the Dragon Boat Festival, maybe I thought of my mother who disappeared from my life.

  Tears silently rolled down her cheeks and flowed into her temples.

  She turned her head and saw that Gu Qingcheng had pushed open the door and come in, leaning against the doorway looking at her. Their eyes met, and he got up and walked over to the bedside.

  Yang Wushuo wiped the tears from his face with both hands, turned over and got out of bed. "Gu Dada, don't you know it's impolite to enter someone else's boudoir casually? You didn't even knock on the door before entering..."

  The mattress beside her sank a little, Gu Qingcheng sat next to Yang Fuxiao, slightly taller than her.

  "That seems to be your boudoir, which is in my house."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  She was speechless, originally just a temporary stay, one sentence, almost beat her back to her true form.

  Yang's face, a pair of eyes that are the most beautiful, with long eyelashes, a pair of big eyes, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, not smiling but with a hint of spring, now with tears still on her eyelashes, and a bit of redness around her eyes, as if she had applied rouge eye shadow.

  Gu Qingcheng turned his head to look at her for a while, raised his hand, and covered Yang Tuo's cheek with the palms of both hands, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Do you feel better after crying?"

  Starting from the afternoon, Yang Fuxiao felt that he had been propping himself up all along, holding on to prevent himself from falling down, and also supporting Meng Xi, who was even more fragile than himself.

  Until now, it's late at night and quiet, some people are making themselves a midnight snack, while others are accompanying themselves...

  Yang Mianxiao's tears, which had been held back for so long, finally burst forth completely at this moment.

  She directly stretched out her hand and hugged Gu Qingcheng's waist, leaning on his shoulder, "Gu Qingcheng, I miss my grandma, I want to go home..."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't say a word, she just let Yang Fuxiao hold her, motionless, like a sculpture.

  The arm that had fallen beside her slightly bent upwards and did not turn over to hold her.

  Yang Mu Xiao cried enough, only to realize the ambiguous posture they were in now, and withdrew his hands, eyes flashing, lowering his head for a moment before looking up again at Gu Qing Cheng's face, avoiding his unclear gaze, both hands hanging by his side clenched the bed sheet, "Gu Da Da, thank..."

  Suddenly, just as Yang was retreating, Gu Qingcheng suddenly grabbed her arm and wrapped his other hand around her waist, his lips already covering hers.

  Yang Xiao's lips were still warm from crying and biting, and as they touched Gu Qingcheng's slightly cool mouth, it was as if ice and fire intertwined together.

  She stared wide-eyed, and at the same time she touched Gu Qingcheng's gaze like a whirlpool, she tightly closed her eyes.

  Gu Qingcheng gently kissed her lips, kissing the tears on her face that had not yet dried, delicate and fragmented kisses from the eyelids to the zygomatic bone and then to the jawline. He almost ignited all the sparks on her body with his lips alone. His hands had already touched the delicate skin along Yang Fuxiao's back through her shirt, gradually moving up along her waistline...

  Yang Mu Xiao couldn't help but tightly hug Gu Qing Cheng's waist, and just as the two were about to fall onto the bed, Gu Qing Cheng's lips suddenly stopped moving.

  Yang Fuxiao opened her eyes, squinting with a pair of big eyes, and in the daze, a thin layer of mist flashed.

  "You..."

  Gu Qingcheng raised a finger to Yang Fu's lips and whispered "Shh."

  Yang Mo Xiao blinked, Gu Qing Cheng pulled Yang Mo Xiao's shirt down and covered her with a quilt while getting out of bed.

  Gu Qingcheng opened the door and went out. Before he left, he made a "shh" gesture to Yang Fuxiao who was lying on the bed.

  Yang Duoxiao nodded slightly.

  There was a sound outside the door, Yang Xiao got up and silently changed into another shirt after cutting off one sleeve by Gu Qingcheng. She tiptoed out of the room, leaned over the railing, saw Gu Qingcheng and Dong Zhe sitting downstairs, knew they were discussing something, so she turned around and went back inside.

  As soon as the door creaked shut, Yang Fu Xiao collapsed onto the bed and hugged the quilt tightly.

  The skin on her body still lingered with the tactile sensation of Gu Qingcheng's fingers, and she couldn't help but blush at the roots of her ears. It had been too long since she'd felt this way, as if the desire that had finally sprouted and awakened within her was like a beast devouring her from the inside out.

  She turned over and buried her face in the pillow, and naturally thought of the first time three years ago under Xu Muhuang's guidance.

  It's winter.

  A particularly cold winter day in memory.

  ………………

  That day, after lunch, Yang Muxiao and Xu Murong had a hot pot together. The extremely spicy hot pot was ordered by Yang Muxiao, who said it was to dispel the cold. Xu Murong didn't seem to mind, even if there were too many chili peppers, he still looked calm, as if he were eating plain boiled water. But on the other side, Yang Muxiao had already been made a mess of by the spiciness, his lips swollen red from the chili peppers, his eyes welling up with tears, and he kept taking out paper towels one after another, still saying "I can eat spicier than you."

  Finally, Xu Muxiang really couldn't take it anymore, pulled out a tissue and wiped Yang Fuxiao's eyes, "You also want to compare this kind of thing, it's really unbearable, okay, I admit defeat, you win."

  So, Xu Muhuang called the waiter to change the spicy pot to a clear soup pot and poured Yang Fuxiao a cup of warm water.

  Yang brushed off the dawn, directly grasping the beer glass in front of Xu Mochen, glug glug glug drinking a full large cup, wiping his mouth, and bursting into a smile.

  "I can also drink beer."

  It's strange to say, Yang Mu Xiao wanted to try everything that Xu Miao Huan could do. She even learned from Xu Miao Huan and took a cold shower once, ending up in the hospital for two days on an IV drip. No matter what it was, she seemed to be telling Xu Miao Huan with her actions that she absolutely wasn't some delicate little princess.

  Yang Wenshuo ate a lot of chili peppers, and after coming out of the hot pot restaurant, it took a long time to get used to not crying anymore. When he came out of the hot pot restaurant, he also specially wrapped his arms around Xu Mochen's waist: "Anyway, I won."

  Xu Muhuang rode a motorcycle with Yang Fuxiao sitting behind him, wearing a helmet.

  As soon as Yang Mu Xiao spoke, a layer of white mist appeared on her helmet. She tightly hugged Xu Mo Huan's waist as he accelerated the car on the road, letting out scream after scream.

  The wind whizzed past my ears, the scenery on both sides was left far behind, and the branches that had lost their leaves by the roadside were pulled into a streamlined shape, a vast expanse of gray.

  After a long time, they finally arrived at their destination. Xu Mochen stopped the car and carried Yang Fuxiao down from the back seat, holding her hands that had frozen to a deep red.

  The destination is a villa, a European-style villa, and as soon as you enter, you can see a large swimming pool.

  Yang Mu Xiao was taken aback: "Xu Mo Huan, is this your home?"

  Xu Muhuang shook his head: "It's not my home, but don't worry, no one will come."

  Entering, the decoration inside the villa is also in European style, but it's very cold.

  Xu Muhuang walked over to the fireplace and lit the fire in it.

  Yang Mu Xiao followed Xu Mo Huan into the house, looking at the large Western-style decorated walls with sparkling decorations, thick woolen carpets on the floor, and a roaring fire burning brightly in the fireplace, suddenly feeling a warm current flowing from her toes to her heart.

  Xu Muhuang took out the clean and washed fruit from the refrigerator, cut it up and handed it to Yang Fuxiao. The two of them squeezed onto a very wide and soft sofa to watch TV. Yang Fuxiao sat at the other end with her legs curled up, eating grapes, when suddenly she lifted her foot and kicked Xu Muhuang's leg.

  Xu Muhuang didn't react.

  Yang Fu Xiao blinked his eyes, how could he have no reaction?

  Then, he kicked again.

  Xu Muhuang narrowed her eyes and turned around, directly grabbing Yang Fuxiao's ankle and pulling it down. She then pounced on Yang Fuxiao, pressing her down with both hands tickling her armpits.

  Yang Moxiao laughed so hard she was almost unable to move, pushing him away with one hand while using the other to scratch Xu Mohan. The two of them rolled into a ball on the sofa, Yang Moxiao wearing a sweater with a large collar that got pulled down by Xu Mohan in the heat of the moment, revealing her smooth shoulders.

  "Haha, Xu Muhuang, I'm warning you, don't..."

  Yang Moxiao hadn't even finished speaking when Xu Muhuang suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips, leaving her stunned. It wasn't until later that she realized Xu Muhuang had one hand on her chest and the other arm wrapped around her waist, his palm covering the exposed skin at her waist.

  The posture of two people is ambiguous to the extreme.

  In an instant, the temperature in the air rose by several degrees.

  Yang Mo Xiao pursed her lips, "Uh, Mu Hang, you first..."

  Xu Muhuang didn't say a word this time and directly lowered his head to kiss her.

  This wasn't the first kiss, but it was the most forceful and emotional one. The tip of his tongue brushed against her lips, brushing against her teeth...

  After a kiss, both of them started panting, Yang Xiao's eyes shone brightly like they had been washed with water, their breathing synchronized.

  Xu Muhuang's hand slid down along her waistline, covering the zipper of her jeans, and a pair of dark eyes sparkled with two clusters of flames.

  "Is it possible?"

  His shirt buttons were also completely unbuttoned, revealing a robust chest, with tight muscles and some small scars, but even more masculine.

  Yang Mo Xiao pursed her lips and looked up at him without saying a word, but used her actions to give the best response.

  She wrapped her arms around Xu Mochen's neck and kissed his lips.

  In a European-style villa, soft wall lamp light, thick woolen carpet, the flames burning fiercely in the fireplace, and the intertwined gasps...

  Yang Mu Xiao wasn't sure how many times, only remembered that the tearing pain was completely dissolved into a warm spring water by Xu Mu Xiang's gentle love/caress, evoking an irrepressible instinctual desire within her body, and yet Xu Mu Xiang's movements became even more gentle...

  Woke up on a soft big bed, body was completely dry and refreshing, with a faint smell of smoke.

  Yang Mu Xiao glanced at the bedside and saw that Xu Mochen was wrapped in a white bath towel around his waist, with sparks flickering on his fingertips.

  That was her first time.

  Heavy snow is falling outside the window.

  ………………

  Dong Zhe will investigate the family background of that valley in the east of the city and thoroughly check it out.

  He stood downstairs, watching Gu Qingcheng adjust his shirt sleeves and come down from upstairs, with a very obvious tooth mark on his shoulder. To be honest, he really looked surprised.

  However, it was soon adjusted, and with a drop of both arms, "The investigation on Gu Zhen's side has already been completed."

  Gu Qingcheng sat down and nodded, "Do you have any contact with other gangs?"

  Dong Zhe said: "For the time being, nothing has been found out. The family is quite clean, only doing business with underground banks and having dealings with government officials."

  "Uh-huh."

  Dong Zhe also mentioned some of the businesses that Gu Zhen was involved in, mainly some marginal industries, such as that entertainment club, underground private lending, and several real estate projects under the company's name.

  However, I heard a private message that Gu Zhen has plans to return to Southeast Asia at the beginning of next year, so he chose someone from among the leaders here who can take over his business and make a fortune before leaving, also ensuring his business in mainland China.

  He brought a group of followers to the mainland and made a name for himself, but his parents, wife, and children were all in the Philippines, where they were considered local tycoons with many arms deals and smuggling operations that earned them a lot of money. As the crackdown at home became increasingly strict, he began to think about returning to Southeast Asia, but was reluctant to give up the power he had built for himself domestically.

  Gu Qingcheng curled up the corner of his lips and smiled, took out a lighter in his fingers, lit a cigarette, but couldn't light it after several attempts. Dong Zhe then handed over his own lighter to Gu Qingcheng.

  "Older brother."

  Gu Qingcheng waved his hand and simply took out the cigarette butt from between his teeth. He pinched it off, threw it aside.

  "Make an appointment with him and discuss the acquisition."

  After Dong Zhe left, Gu Qingcheng walked to the wine cabinet, pulled out a chair and sat down, opened the door of the wine cabinet, took out two bottles of wine from inside, looked at the words on the top against the light above his head, opened a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.

  Through the lamp light, the liquid in the cup reflects a colorful seven-color color.

  After drinking a cup, Gu Qingcheng put the wine glass on the wine cabinet and got up to go upstairs. The light in Yang Fu's room had been turned off, leaving only a dark shadow inside, with only a sliver of moonlight shining through the window from outside, and a deep figure buried under the quilt on the bed.

  He pushed open the door and walked in, standing by the bed for a long time.

  Because he had a faint smell of wine on his body, he didn't stand very close, half a step away from Yang Fu Xiao, gradually walking closer, one step at a time, reaching out to pull down the quilt on Yang Fu Xiao's body, revealing her mouth and nose.

  Only Yang Mo could wrap himself up like a rice dumpling when he was sleeping.

  The phone rang with a buzzing sound.

  Gu Qingcheng furrowed his brow, pulled out his phone from his pants pocket, glanced at the name on the screen, looked up at Yang Fuxiao for a moment, turned around and walked out the door, answering the call.

  It was Qin Shang who made the call.

  Sheng er.

  "I had a little fight with An Ze, I don't want to go back now, can I stay at your place for one night?"

  Gu Qingcheng slightly furrowed his brow and glanced at the time, it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning.

  "Where are you now?"

  Qin Shang's voice was trembling with sobs, "I'm almost at Central Park."

  "Wait for me at the entrance of Central Park, I'll pick you up right away."

  Gu Qingcheng changed his clothes in the room, took the car key and was about to go out when a very weak voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Gu Dada, it's so late, are you still going out?"

  Gu Qingcheng turned his head and saw Yang Moxiao wearing a nightgown, standing at the stairs, with sleepiness still in her eyes.

  "I'm going out for something, you go to bed early."

  "Oh." Yang Wuxiao asked, "Will you be back tonight?"

  Gu Qingcheng nodded: "Mm, I'll come back and accompany you."

  Yang Mouxia sent Gu Qingcheng to the door and smiled: "Gu Dada, be careful on the road."

  Gu Qingcheng's footsteps on the elevator also paused, and Yang Fuxiao seemed to say that sentence very naturally, as if the two people's way of getting along was like that.

  The elevator doors closed, and Gu Qingcheng rubbed his temples, which were almost splitting with pain. He looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror inside the elevator, raised his fist, and smashed it into the mirror. The reflection in the mirror shattered into pieces.

  ………………

  The next day Yang woke up very early, because Meng Xi's grandmother was to be buried at 9 o'clock, and from the city center to the village entrance, it would take at least two hours by car.

  Her alarm clock was set at five o'clock. However, when she woke up at five o'clock, she found that Gu Qingcheng was still not in the room.

  There isn't one downstairs either.

  Was Gu Qingcheng even more awake than her? Going to work so early?

  Upon entering the kitchen, I suddenly remembered that Qingcheng had gone out at dawn and hadn't returned until now?

  It seems like it's really not coming back.

  Yang Mu Xiao felt empty in her heart. Yesterday, Gu Qing Cheng clearly agreed to come back with her, but now he didn't keep his word.

  She took out bread and milk from the refrigerator, simply filled her stomach, and rushed out of the door.

  Yang Fuxiao felt that his luck was still not bad, he had just rushed to the bus stop and saw a car coming over, just in time for the middle of the transfer, and he could get there.

  Arrived at Shisanli Village, it was exactly 8:30.

  She got off the bus and walked forward along a highway, then passed through a dusty dirt road, just seeing the three graves that Meng Xi pointed out to her yesterday.

  For an elderly person in a rural area, it is basically unnecessary to hold any funeral.

  Only when the ashes are buried in the ground can they be at peace, then burn some paper money in front of the grave, and the descendants will kowtow in front of the grave. Every year on Qingming Festival and the anniversary of death, come to burn incense and paper offerings on the grave, and during festivals and holidays, come to pay respects and send off, all are superstitious sayings.

  Everyone is already dead, even if a Ferrari is burned, can it be sat?

  Meng Xi and Yang Mo stood side by side, watching as the iron shovel buried the soil piled outside, one scoop at a time, into the wooden ash box. Originally, there was only a small gap left, until it was completely flat, then another mound of earth was piled up, with several large stones pressed on top. On the newly turned mud, they inserted branches of freshly cut pine and cypress.

  They were all just distant relatives, helping out with a task that required a thousand thanks. Meng Xi had a pack of cigarettes in his bag and gave one to each person who was assisting here.

  "Come on, you must be tired, have a cigarette."

  "I have a lighter here."

  Yang Mu Xiao stood behind, looking at Meng Xi's face with a pile of smiles, stepped forward to thank him, and handed over the cigarette, giving people the appearance of using a lighter to ignite the cigarette butt, feeling really heartbroken.

  These things were originally not something a girl who had just graduated from college should be doing.

  And now, everything is on Meng Xi's shoulders alone.

  When those who were not related to the matter had left, Meng Xi's smile on his face gradually disappeared. He walked to the front of the tomb, knelt down with a thud, and performed three kneels and three bows. His forehead knocked against the ground with a series of loud bangs, and finally he remained kneeling without getting up.

  It can be said that without Grandma Meng, there would not be a grown-up and optimistic Meng Xi as he is today.

  Yang Wenshuo wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, looked up at the gloomy sky and turned to leave.

  After a long while, Meng Xi finally stood up from the ground and turned around to pull Yang Fu Xiao: "Fu Xiao, let's go back."

  Go back, everything starts anew.

  The two of them sat on the bus together, and on the way, Meng Xi said: "I'll give you the money next month after I get paid. As for grandma's house, I'm thinking of either renting it out or selling it off. Lawyer Liu called me and told me that the will has taken effect, and the set of house grandma left behind as well as a piece of land from our old home are all under my name."

  "Why sell it?"

  "Money in the bank still has some guarantee, but if it's a house and land, sooner or later, either my dad or Meng Peng will definitely come looking for it."

  Yang Mo Xiao pursed her lips.

  Meng Xi's father was a drunkard, who would even beat Meng Xi violently when he got drunk. Before, there was Grandma Meng to protect her, but afterwards she was left alone.

  "Let's go out and rent a house together, we can also take care of each other."

  Meng Xi glanced at Yang Mo Xiao, and didn't continue the conversation in the direction Yang Mo Xiao had hoped. Instead, he said: "I was thinking of going to find Jiang Li Yang outside the city in two days."

  It's also time to find Jiang Liyang.

  Something big happened and he didn't even show up, what's the difference if you have a boyfriend like that or not?

  When I need you, you're never there, and after that, I'll never need you again.

  Of course, this is what Yang Fu Xiao thought in his heart.

  She didn't have a very good impression of Jiang Liyang from the start and thought he was a bit unscrupulous.

  Meng Xi hadn't returned to the hotel for a whole week and when he arrived, he went straight to find Zhou Xiangdong to report his leave and also completed the formalities.

  Yang Fuxiao returned to the sales center and continued her "Thirty Days of Rapid Elocution".

  However, today I signed a house and paid in full, and it was finally completed as the first fully paid suite given by Gu Qingcheng.

  Yang Mu Xiao really wanted to go forward and kiss this lovely person.

  "Thank you, welcome again."

  Yang's last sincere appearance made this man's mouth twitch repeatedly, and he shook his head: "You don't have to see me off."

  Yang Duoxiao turned around and gave a V sign to Song Jie, who had always taken good care of her.

  Song sister brought over two cups of coffee and handed one to Yang Xiao: "Not bad, actually I'll tell you, Xiao, if you know a few big bosses, the house thing will definitely be easy to handle, just make some side remarks, and the house will sell very quickly."

  "Huh?"

  "Previously, in our place, there was a deputy director who, one month before leaving office, had almost all the houses in her hands sold out. In just one month, she made this amount of money."

  Yang Furong widened her eyes and silently swallowed the coffee in her mouth.

  Song Jie leaned against Yang Xiao's shoulder, "You say it's awesome or not, huh?"

  Yang Buruo nodded hastily.

  "Look at that woman, she's definitely got some background, whether or not she's actually rich, there must be a sugar daddy behind her," Song Jie pointed to the woman who had just walked in from the entrance and said, "Women like this, even if you push the most expensive unit on them, it's no big deal... someone from my side has arrived, I'll go first."

  After Song sister left, Yang Fuxiao stood on one side, revealing a standard eight-toothed smile, observing the woman who was walking towards her with a steady pace.

  He's actually walking towards her!

  Yang Fu Xiao had already made all the preparations, and was wondering what tone to use to explain those few sets of the most expensive and hardest-to-sell house types to this young lady. This beautiful young lady suddenly smiled, took a glance at Yang Fu Xiao's work ID on his chest, and asked: "Are you Yang Fu Xiao?"