Chen Mengyao got out of the car and handed her a bottle of mineral water: "Is it better?

Still uncomfortable?

Why don't you take the passenger seat?

It would be better to take the passenger seat."

Anya asked, “Isn’t this good?

I heard that many people think that only their own women can sit on the passenger seat... Don't you and Jing Shaoqing mind?"

Chen Mengyao was so nervous that she didn't think about this: "What are you talking about?

Who of us is with whom?

Still have to worry about these things?

I can't watch you feel uncomfortable, right?

Stop pulling it, get in the bus and take the passenger seat."

After sitting around him for no reason, Jing Shaoqing frowned: "What's the situation?

Why have you changed your position?"

Chen Mengyao explained: "Xiaoya has a cold and is uncomfortable and has motion sickness. Let her sit in front. It doesn't matter who sits in front. I think the back is quite spacious, so drive quickly.

These days it has been raining all the time. I am so annoyed that it will rain heavily. It will rain continuously, and it will continue to drizzle and become dense. I just got off the bus and my hair was wet after a while..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  �

As soon as he entered the store, a waitress warmly greeted Chen Mengyao and asked, "Miss, is it still the seat before?"

Chen Mengyao was a little confused. She had been booking seats before, and she didn't know why the reception asked her, she didn't seem to look very eye-catching, right?

The recognizable one is Ye Junjue: "Uh... no need, just find a seat, the three of us."

Jing Shaoqing saw some clues, and after sitting down and ordering the dishes, he asked sourly: "Who have you been here with?"

Chen Mengyao told the truth: "Ye Junjue.

I just think the dishes here are delicious and light. Xiaoya can’t eat heavy flavors when she catches a cold, but she didn’t think about anything else.”

Jing Shaoqing sighed: "Can't you make up a lie?"

Sometimes it’s too direct and easy to slander people, do you know?”

Chen Mengyao smiled and said, "You feel uncomfortable?

Then let it go, I don’t like to lie.”

Anya listened quietly to them, without interrupting, and silently poured a cup of tea for each of them.

Jing Shaoqing was not used to drinking tea, especially in the restaurant, so after thanking him, he pushed the tea cup aside.

Noting his little move, Anya's eyes trembled slightly and she asked with a smile: "What?

Don’t you dare to drink the water poured by other women?

Afraid of Mengyao getting angry?”

Chen Mengyao answered for Jing Shaoqing without thinking: "He doesn't like drinking tea, let alone other women pour it, he doesn't drink it, my ex-boyfriend."

Unexpectedly, she would remember his habits so carefully. Jing Shaoqing finally had a smile in his eyes: "What are the plans for the weekend?

If you don't have a plan, go out with me.

I want to go to Haicheng and sign a contract. I can take you to play for two days."

Of course, there is no plan, but Chen Mengyao did not agree easily: "What's the matter with you taking my ex out for fun?

What's more, it's raining these days, and people's mood is also depressed. I want to sleep at home."

Jing Shaoqing took out his cell phone and found out the weather conditions in Haicheng in recent days: "You can see that it doesn't rain in Haicheng, it's sunny, it's much hotter than here, so just take it as a way to shelter from the rain."

Chen Mengyao couldn't help but hurt him: "Go to shelter from the rain?

That's too extravagant.

Let me think about it and have a meal first.”

Anya interrupted, "Mengyao, you go, I want to go for a walk, do you mind taking me one?"

He was hesitant at first, but after Anya said this, Chen Mengyao simply agreed: "Okay, since you want to go too, let's go together."

Jing Shaoqing was speechless for a while, why no one asked him for his opinion?

Do he think he is air...?

After dinner, Jing Shaoqing sent Chen Mengyao and Anya home, and the three of them made an appointment to set off together tomorrow.

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Wen Yan changed into black clothes and prepared to go to the cemetery.

The child was still young and had a cold again. It was raining outside, so he didn't take him with him and stayed at home for Liu's mother to take care of him.

Mu Tingchen also wore a black shirt, which looked a bit solemn. The two of them brought the bouquets they had prepared long ago and drove for nearly two hours before they arrived.

The dark clouds in the sky made the cemetery even more gloomy, and there were few people around. Only the old man guarding the cemetery was wearing reading glasses in the low room and looking at the latest newspaper of the day.

Wen Yan was in a heavy mood. She had only been here for so long after her grandmother passed away. When she thought of the various behaviors of Wen Zhiling and his wife, she was indignant and helpless. No one could survive in a short life. Most of them were displaced.

The Wen family was broken since his father Wen Zhiyuan left home for Chen Han. She later became an orphan, but the family collapsed again. In fact, no one was spared during the whole process, and no one was more miserable than anyone else.

Walking along the path interspersed in the cemetery, the graves around you can't speak, but they can pull people's emotions to the bottom of the valley. The fonts engraved on the tombstones are the last memorial of the living people to their deceased relatives.

Suddenly, Mu Tingchen saw a figure standing not far away and reminded him: "It seems that someone is coming first before us."

Wen Yan followed his gaze and it was Chen Ha. Is there someone Chen Han knew buried here besides grandma?

Soon, Mu Tingchen's words broke her guess: "She is also here to worship grandma, let's go there."

Chen Han is here to worship the old lady?

Wen Yan was a little surprised. Logically speaking, Chen Han should have hated the old lady. The old lady's original affair caused many tragic results in the later period. The old lady never saw her son for the last time until her death.

Hearing the footsteps approaching behind her, Chen Han turned around in a panic. Seeing Wen Yan, a hint of panic flashed through her eyes: "I...I just stopped by..." Wen Yan put the bouquet he brought in in front of the tomb expressionlessly, and there were flowers brought by Chen Han next to her. How could it be by the way?

Where can I get by the way to visit the tomb?

This excuse was too far-fetched. She knew that Chen Han was just afraid that she would mind, and that she would be angry: "I thought you would hate my grandma."

Chen Han lowered his eyes, with a few complicated emotions mixed in his eyes: "No, I have never hated her. On the contrary, I only have guilt towards her and your father.

Just think I am doing something for your dad that he can't do. I have gone too many wrong paths in my life."

Wen Yan didn't know what to say, so he simply said nothing. Humans are originally species with complex emotions.

Looking at the black and white photo of grandma on the tombstone, she had no desire to cry, but only a pale sense of powerlessness. Before she knew it, she stood still for a long time.
Chapter completed!