Chapter 1695 Who has a funeral
She suddenly stared over, "What did you see!"
Song Yuan almost hit her head on the front, she grabbed the steering wheel and brushed the hair scattered on her cheeks Pulling the silk aside, he turned his head and was startled by Yi Qinghuan's eyes.
She grabbed the seat belt and whispered: "What's wrong?"
"I asked you what you saw! How much you saw! Why do you ask!"
Yi Qinghuan pressed her again and again, making Song Yuan turn pale with fright. She leaned against the car door and clenched her hands until they turned white.
"I... saw something. I went with you. I didn't know anyone else, but you were gone for a long time, so I felt very uncomfortable, and there was a man chatting with me. I wanted to leave right then, but I couldn’t get through when I called you. I wanted to go find you but was afraid of missing you, but... I was scared that you were not with me. "
Yi Qinghuan said nothing. .
Song Yuan almost cried, "Then I felt that the time to wait for you was very long..."
Yi Qinghuan stared at her for a long time, she pursed her lips, The scene where she took away the "under maintenance" sign from the bathroom door flashed through her mind. It was strange that she had done it, but why could she actually see herself in the dream when she was haunted by nightmares? .
At that time, she deliberately lured Nan Jiaojiao to the floor where Shen Shixuan was, just because she knew that the two people were going to have troubles when they met. Yi Qinghuan just didn't expect that it would be so ugly.
The Lu family covered their mouths very quickly, and many guests didn’t know it.
It seemed that something was deliberately erased afterwards, and many details were not checked again.
She was lucky for several days, but when Song Yuan mentioned it, she became anxious.
"It's nothing, I'm just asking casually, don't worry about it."
Yi Qinghuan opened all the windows and drove the car forward.
Song Yuan glanced at her several times. The more he glanced at her, the more uneasy he became. He carefully moved back to the chair and leaned back.
……
The car just stopped.
Mo Tingshen got off the car.
The driver stopped when he reached Chu Yao's car. He opened the back seat door, thinking that Chu Yao was very drunk, but when he bent down, he saw her holding a jelly and digging into it.
Ask him: "Do you want a sip?"
Mo Ting pressed the corner of his lower lip deeply, "You wake up so quickly?"
"I wasn't drunk to begin with. I stayed up late playing games last night and couldn't sleep on the plane. When I got off the plane, I was picked up for a roadshow. I drank so much that I couldn't react. I wasn't drunk, I was fainted."
"..." He really wanted to grab her and beat her up.
“Why didn’t you tell me clearly just now?”
Chu Yao glanced at him and said, “That’s fun.”
He was so angry that he dragged him She dragged her arms outward, pulled her into her arms, wrapped her in her coat, and pinched her waist, "You feel uncomfortable all day long without skin."
Chu Yao took out the empty jelly He put the bowl in his hand and said, "Throw it away for me."
"..."
As early as Mo Tingshen opened the door, Nan Jiaojiao slipped out from the other side.
Bo Yanqing saw her at the door and came over to greet her.
Nan Jiaojiao ran into his arms and touched his heart with her chin, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"No, I just arrived."
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Bo Yanqing pulled her out of his arms, hugged her with one hand, and hugged her back again, "Did you have fun today?"
"It was quite fun. Did you see the photo I sent you?"
< br>"I saw it," he glanced at it roughly. He didn't have much impression, but the color scheme was quite impressive. "Who's having a funeral?"
Nan Jiaojiao blinked her eyes, trying to hold it back. , bursting into laughter several times.
(End of this chapter)