Chapter 641

When Qin Ning's ashes were sent back to Nankang, there was a heavy snow in Nankang.

Nankang City, which has not snowed for several years, is covered with a thick layer of snow, as if to hide the real world, leaving cold and blank.

Cold wind blowing, snow is still floating, but Han Junyu regardless of anything, holding the urn on the car, elbows on the window.

When I drive by the window, the wind is cold and the nose is red.

The man sitting in the car seems to have lost the pain, not aware of the cold, staring out of the window.

In the airport, the place where we leave most is also the place where we get together most.

At this time, out of the window suddenly an excited woman shook her arm, facing the man with the suitcase, happily holding him and calling him husband.

The man is also a happy face, touching the woman's red face, bowed his head to kiss her forehead, two people hugged each other to leave for a ride.

Several people looked at the men and women who left, looked at each other, and then went to see Han Junyu sitting in the car.

Fear him, hurt the scene, increase his damage.

Han Junyu is also staring at the back of the man and woman, eyes color calm, not sad not happy, can not see the mind.

But everyone knows that he is an introverted person. The more calm he is, the more depressed he is.

For a man like him who can hide his emotions, pain is never on his face, but on his heart.

Until one day he can't make it, they can't predict what he will do at that time.

So several people after eye contact, all secretly remind, want to know his recent situation.

After getting on the bus, return to Han Junyu's villa.

When the car stopped, Lao Mo reminded him a few times, but Han Junyu didn't get out of the car and looked at the door of the villa.

"Mr. Han, what can I do for you?" Lao Mo said carefully.

Knowing the news of Qin Ning's death, Lao Mo felt bad, so his voice was soft.

"Don't say I had an old nightmare, do you?"

“……”

Lao Mo wipes his tears silently. He also thinks that Mr. Han has just had a nightmare. When he wakes up from the dream, Qin Ning is still waiting for him in the villa.

However, reality is reality after all, it can't be fake.

Xiao Jue waited for a long time in the car behind him. Before Han Junyu got off, he sighed and got off to the window of Han Junyu.

"Jun Yu, get out of the car."

Han Junyu's eyes are a little red, but the tears in the corner of his eyes are stiffly endured by him.

He opened the door and looked down at the urn in his arms. "Ning Ning, don't you want to go home? I took you home

"Han Shao!"

As soon as Han Junyu got out of the car, he heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw song Xuan running in a hurry.

Hearing the news of Qin Ning's death, song Xuan takes Shule back to Nankang. He sees Han Junyu holding the urn in his arms. All things are self-evident. He stops in surprise and his eyes are red.

Han Junyu looked at him indifferently and turned to the villa.

When the door of the villa opened, Aunt Zhang had been here for a long time. As soon as she wanted to open her mouth, she saw Han Junyu coming in with the urn in her arms. She opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.

Ma'am, what a nice girl she is. She's gone.

Han Junyu went upstairs and put the urn in his bedroom. Regardless of the snow on his body, he sat on the sofa and touched the urn without saying a word.

After hearing that Han Junyu came back, Cheng Mo also rushed over, went upstairs with the others, opened the bedroom door, and saw Han Junyu staring at the urn in his arms without saying a word. His face was calm, but his heart was not calm.

Xiao Jue also wanted to say something. He stopped him, closed the door, and everyone went downstairs.

"Jun Yu, I don't want us to disturb him now. Let him stay quiet for a while."

Several people sit on the sofa in silence, the gloomy atmosphere shrouded in the surrounding, people can't breathe, sour heart.

"We divide the work, and each of us comes to watch for one day." Cheng Mo spoke again.

Xiao Jue took a look at him and didn't feel that he was exaggerating. He thought so, too.

Qin Ning's car accident is an accident. Han Junyu blames himself for forcing Qin Ning to death step by step. If he hadn't been too anxious, she wouldn't have had the accident.

So, he sees himself as the culprit.

Han Junyu's work is extreme, and he is too deep. No one knows if he will find an extreme way to kill himself at any moment.

"I'll make some medicine, put it here, and get ready." Xiao Jue spoke.

"Good." The others have no opinion.

Several men grew up together. Although they quarreled occasionally, they would help each other if they really met difficulties.

Hearing the news of Qin Ning's death, Feng Wei, ban Yongjun and a few other friends also rush over. Ban Yongjun takes a look at Han Junyu's bedroom and goes downstairs without stopping crying.Ban Yongjun has a big stomach, crying out of breath. Feng Wei worries about her body and persuades her gently all the time.

Several people sitting in the living room discussed whether to put white paper in the villa.

According to the custom of Nankang City, when someone dies in the family, it is necessary to make a white paper for a memorial ceremony.

"No, you go back."

When they heard Han Junyu's voice, they all looked up and saw the man standing on the second floor.

Although his face was haggard, he stood upright forever.

Long legs slowly down the stairs, went to the first floor, he had no expression, looked at the people worried look, his brown eyes complex.

"Thank you for coming, but no need. I'm fine, too. Don't worry

Several people looked at each other, made eye contact, and hesitated.

"Ning Ning, I won't be buried. I'll let her accompany me. I still have a lot to do. I'll be fine."

Hearing that he would not let Qin Ning be buried, several people's faces changed.

But he felt that it was also like Han Junyu's voice. He had no choice but to nod and leave his villa slowly.

Cheng Mo sits on the sofa and looks at Han Junyu calmly after he sits down.

"I'm sorry."

Han Junyu did not understand, "I'm sorry for what?"

Cheng Mo thinks of the impolite words he said to Qin Ning in his apartment, and he regrets them.

He didn't expect that Qin Ning would be so determined that he wanted to leave for the sake of his children.

More did not expect, there will be a car accident to her life.

"Nothing."

Cheng Mo mocks himself and says he's sorry, but he can't make up for his mistakes.

"Want to drink?"

Han Junyu put his long finger on his lips and stared at Cheng Mo, his brown eyes narrowed.

"Cheng Mo, is this a conspiracy?"

Cheng Mo gets up to get the wine. Hearing his inquiry, he stops.

Before he came, Ning Fu called him. He wondered how Ning Fu could contact him. When he said those words, he knew it in his heart.

So he turned and looked at Han Junyu with a thoughtful face, sighed, went to get a bottle of wine, took two cups and poured them for him.

"Qin Ning's affair, you see with your own eyes, also investigate personally, still have what doubt place?"

“……”

Han Junyu glanced at him, lifted his glass and drank it.

He knew that no one else would believe it.

But he felt that Qin Ning was not dead. Someone must have deliberately designed him. But who wants Qin Ning to feign death?