Yang Yu said the coldness, but Cheng Feng felt very uncomfortable.

He knew in his heart that Yang Yu was just because she didn't want to drag Yan Huaining down.

"Xiao Yu." Yan Huaining's heart was slightly cracked. He looked at Yang Yu, but he couldn't even say a word.

"I just want to worship my uncle..."

"Even if you hate me, at least let me give this flower to my uncle!" He said, pointing to the lily flower in his hand.

"I have just said that my father doesn't want to see you, and he doesn't want to collect your flowers. You'd better take them back!"

Yang Yu turned around, looked at Cheng Feng, and said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Pianran's gentle voice slowly rang.

"Yang Yu."

Suddenly hearing Ye Pianran's voice, Yang Yu thought she was hallucinating. Until the sound of her high heels stepping on the ground sounded, she suddenly realized that she was not dreaming and turned around immediately.

Ye Pianran wore a black windbreaker today, paired with black long-legged boots, and had a ponytail in his long hair. He looked capable and handsome.

She didn't wear any makeup on her face, but because of her dark lips, she still looked very stylish.

"Ranran."

The moment Ye Pianran came out, Yang Yu had already exclaimed, and she didn't care about anything else. She rushed towards Ye Pianran with great strides, reached out to hug her, and tears quietly slid down the corners of her eyes.

"Ranran, it's really you, I thought I heard it wrong."

Ye Pianran patted Yang Yu's back lightly and kept holding her, without saying anything.

She owed her this hug for too long...

The two of them didn't know how long they had hugged each other. It was not until Yang Yu felt that her tears were about to dry out, so she pushed Ye Pianran away, hammered her chest, and said angrily: "You are really, I don't know how to comfort me, so I let myself cry. What if I fainted from crying?"

Ye Pianran smiled, raised his hand to wipe the tears from Yang Yu's face, and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, didn't you say online before that women are all made of water? You can't cry no matter how hard you cry."

Yang Yu curled her lips and knocked out Ye Pianran's hand: "Do you believe this kind of fallacy?"

Ye Pianran shrugged and looked at Yang Yu with a smile.

She thought that this is probably what her best friend is. Even after ten or twenty years, she could still understand what the other person was thinking like an extremely familiar person.

Yang Yu hummed and held Ye Pianran's hand again: "You should be here to see my dad, let's go!"

She said, and grabbed Ye Pianran's father's tombstone with a smile.

Yan Huaining stood there in a daze, turning to look at her.

Is this too unfair...

Looking at their backs, Cheng Feng slowly walked forward, stood beside Yan Huaining, with his thin lips curled slightly: "If you come to see your uncle next time, you should bring tulips! Uncle he doesn't like lilies."

Cheng Feng's smiling eyes swept over the lilies in his hand, with a faint sarcasm.

Yan Huaining frowned, looked at the lily, and instantly realized what he was talking about.

These lily flowers were specially selected by him after investigating Yang's father's preferences. How could he know about the flowers suitable for worship...

Cheng Feng kept smiling: "I told you last time that Yang Yu's affairs have nothing to do with you in the future."
Chapter completed!