Chapter 187

Next, everything happened in a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Night Yufan was held by Jing An's warm palm all the way, watching Chen Zifeng lying on the stretcher and pushed into the stove room by the staff.

Half an hour later, someone opened a window from inside and handed her a white ceramic jar.

The ceramic pot contains the ashes of Chen Zifeng.

Night Yufan loosens jijing'an's hand, walks to the window and reaches out to pick it up.

Holding something weighing less than two kilograms in her hand, she calmly said to Ji Jing'an, "let's go."

As long as the jar is placed in the cemetery that has long been bought, Chen Zifeng will disappear completely in her world.

Just like the cool wind passing through your fingers, you can no longer see or touch it.

Yufan's heart at night is melancholy and calm.

At this moment, she really put Chen Zifeng down completely, without love or hate.

"Yes." Ji Jingan gave her a deep look, took her shoulder, and they walked side by side outside the gate.

The cooperation is very tacit and natural.

Han Yuanchuan, standing one meter away, stared at her cleverly and secretly Since ye Yufan came out of the room, especially deliberately scanning the subtle facial expressions on her face.

Seeing that she was as calm as water and didn't have much sadness, Han Yuanchuan tightened his eyebrows and vaguely felt dissatisfied.

But his left hand, which hung in his trouser pocket, suddenly clenched, and the pain of his fingernail stabbing into the palm pulled back his reason. He only pursed his lips and looked away.

Yan Baixin stood by Han Yuanchuan and looked on coldly. She found that his full attention was only on ye Yufan. She ignored her and filled her jealous eyes. She couldn't help but gently pushed the stunned man and complained in a low voice, "Yuanchuan, your help to miss Ye has done its utmost. There's no need to follow me to the cemetery. I'm a little hungry. Let's leave here first."

"I never give up halfway." Han Yuanchuan said goodbye to Jun's face. The face, which was always warm and steady under Yan Baixin's eyes, suddenly became cold and cold, and his tone was also cold and cold, "Yan Baixin, to tell you the truth, the only woman I want in my life is ye Yufan, so I can never marry you! Don't worry, I'll find an appropriate time to dissolve our engagement and won't make it too difficult for the Yan family to be a man."

Like a thunderclap, Yan Baixin was so shocked that she could no longer maintain the tenderness and Consideration on the surface. She stared at her eyes with great amazement. Because of the shock, her voice suddenly rose, words and sentences were sharp and harsh, "do you want to terminate your engagement with me? No... I don't agree!"

"What does it matter if you don't agree? As long as there are greater interests in front of your father, he will automatically give up the engagement between you and me every minute." Han Yuanchuan spits bitterly and laughs bitterly. His lips with moderate thickness evoke an arc of self mockery. "In fact, to some extent, you are just like me. You are a poor person! Love but can't, beg but can't! But I won't give up yeyufan. If I can't get her, I'll be just a walking corpse."

Han Yuanchuan said everything about this. Yan Baixin's heart became more and more desperate. She knew she was completely dead.

The man is gentle on the surface, but stubborn in the heart. Once he makes a decision, there is no room for change.

But she loves him!

After so many years of love, the only thing in her life is to love him with all her strength

He threw her away to chase ye Yufan. What should she do?

Is his love just love, isn't hers?

The heart is like a thousand arrows through the heart. Yan Baixin's pale face is hung with dying despair and sadness, and her face is sad, "Yuanchuan, she... She is so important to you?"

"Yes, she is the most important person in my life." Han Yuanchuan's deep and quiet eyes did not glance at Yan Baixin, who was in great pain, but closely followed ye Yufan's gone back, as if he were talking to Yan Baixin or talking to himself, "I gave everything for her."

With that, Han Yuanchuan took two strong long legs, walked out of the gate, stepped into his special car, started the hood, accelerated, followed the black Maybach in front, and ran to the cemetery in the suburbs.

Yan Baixin stumbled out, but slowed down a step. She stared at the man and car she knew deeply, and slowly disappeared in her sight bit by bit.

What she had feared for many days finally happened.

It was yeyufan who made her long-awaited dream come to naught. How could she make that bitch happy?

Yan Baixin took out a white paper towel from her bag, quickly dried the tears on her face, turned out her mobile phone, and called out fiercely.

After receiving the video and text message sent by Yan Baixin, Mo Yurou has just gone through the discharge formalities from the municipal hospital.

After being hospitalized for a week, the wound on the wrist was completely healed, and even the mottled scar was much lighter. Over time, these traces will be eliminated one by one, as if there had never been a wrist cutting suicide, but the emotional wound at the bottom of my heart can never be healed.

Out of the hospital gate, Mo Yurou just stepped into the red sports car. Before she had time to check her mobile phone, she heard the sound of answering the phone. She frowned and impatiently connected, "Bai Xin, what's the matter?"

After listening to Yan Baixin, she couldn't restrain her jealousy and resentment no matter how she suppressed control.

She didn't expect that Ji Jing'an liked ye Yufan and would like to accompany the woman to her ex husband's funeral, which deeply disturbed her, felt fear and despair.

If Ji Jingan does fall in love with that woman, his emotional destination will be nothing to do with her in the future.

Mo Yurou is like a drowning man who is eager to grasp everything that can make her surface. She is crazy and wants to get rid of the night feather.

blamed.

Obviously, the bitch is full of dirty smell all over. She spends money to find a cowherd to indulge in carnival, and carries the dead chenzifeng to the hospital for abortion. Compared with herself, it's not much clean. Jijing'an cares most about the purity of women. Why does all his scruples collapse in front of yeyufan?

Mo Yurou held his chest with both hands, and the cold air flashed on his beautiful face.

The top priority is to use various means to separate their feelings.

Who can help her?

"Ding!"

Soon, the mobile phone has another message.

It's from the devil.

Mo Yurou trembled and opened his finger. It was a clear video, similar to the content sent by Yan Baixin.

Every inch of the picture shows that jijing'an is really moved by Ye Yufan.

In the luxury car, even if the heating is turned on to the maximum, Mo Yurou still feels cold all over, like being in an ice cave, which makes her shiver.

After a while, she started the car and drove straight to the villa she thought she would never go.

An hour later, Mo Yurou slowly stepped into the villa living room, and saw the mature man sitting on the sofa smiling at her with an evil smile, smiling slowly, full of pride and pleasure, "it's strange that you should take the initiative to come here?"

Mo Yurou squeezed the bag in her hand and comforted herself that she didn't need to be afraid of this shameless devil. She raised her lips and sneered, "let's talk about pen cooperation."