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Su Wansheng said: "I asked Brother Zhenming to send him back to Xijing Garden." ”

"Is he okay?" Song Zhiyue asked again, her voice was hoarse,

"It's sad just like you." Su Wansheng knew that Mother Song's death had hit her hard, so she covered her hand holding the water cup and said softly, "You have to cheer up, Auntie's funeral still needs you to deal with, Brother Zhenming has already called Feng Chen, he should be back soon." ”

Song Zhiyue's eyes were red and swollen, and she said hoarsely: "If I hadn't kept them to live, my mother wouldn't have had an accident." ”

Su Wansheng saw her crying again, helped you take out a small pack of tissues, opened it and took out one to wipe her tears: "Don't blame yourself, it's none of your business, no one wants to do this." ”

"Shengsheng, do you know? I have already planned that when I work for a few more years, I can buy a house for my parents in the city with monthly payments, so that they can enjoy their old age in peace. But my mother can't enjoy the blessings anymore. Song Zhiyue said with a sob.

Su Wansheng took the water from her hand and hugged her: "If you want to cry, cry." ”

As soon as dawn Su Wansheng accompanied Song Zhiyue home, Aunt Xiao just got up.

As soon as Aunt Xiao came out of the room, she saw Song Zhiyue coming back, and there was a young and beautiful woman with her.

She reported to Song Zhiyue: "Madam, Mrs. Feng came to the house yesterday. ”

Song Zhiyue's whole person was immersed in grief, where would anyone care.

Seeing her speak, Aunt Xiao looked at her suspiciously, and then noticed that something seemed wrong with her, Song Zhiyue had already walked to the staircase, so she didn't see her red and swollen eyes.

Song Zhiyue walked upstairs like a walking corpse, and Su Wansheng followed behind her.

***

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the dust was sealed.

He was dusty, and his handsome face was full of fatigue.

Su Wansheng had been with Song Zhiyue in Xijing Garden all day, and she happened to go downstairs to drink water, when she saw Feng Chen dragging the box in from outside.

Feng Chen looked at Su Wansheng who came down the stairs and asked, "What about her?" ”

"In the room." Su Wansheng replied.

Feng Chen nodded and strode upstairs.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he saw Song Zhiyue sitting on the bed, holding his legs, looking sluggish and not knowing what he was thinking, and the whole person looked grief-stricken.

He had never seen her like this, and his heart ached, so he quickly stepped forward and hugged her: "Yueyue, I'm back." ”

Song Zhiyue, who was immersed in the memories of the past, was first surrounded by a familiar atmosphere, and then heard the man's voice, her eyes were hot, and tears blurred her vision again.

"I've heard it all. I'm sorry I didn't show up with you for the first time. ”

Feng Chen rushed back overnight, because he was worried about her, he didn't drink a sip of water on the plane, and his voice was hoarse.

"I don't have a mom anymore." The moment Song Zhiyue spoke, tears fell down her eyes.

"You still have me, and Dad." Feng Chen hugged her tightly, feeling her grief.

Song Zhiyue hugged his waist, buried his trembling body into his arms, and wept silently.

After a few minutes, Su Wansheng appeared at the door, she knocked on the door, and entered the room with food.

She put the food on the table, looked at Feng Chen, and said, "She hasn't eaten all day, you persuade her to eat some." ”

Feng Chen nodded, Su Wansheng exited the room, and closed the door for them.

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