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Chapter 599 If the target is Jing Shaoqing

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    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 co-pilot? It will be better if you take the co-pilot."

    Anya asked: "Isn't that good? I heard that many people think that only their own women can sit in the co-pilot of a man Do you and Jing Shaoqing not mind?"

    Chen Mengyao was very nervous and didn't think about it at all: "What are you talking about? Who are we with whom? Why do we need to care about these things? I can't watch you suffer, can I? Stop talking, get in the car quickly, and sit in the co-pilot."

    Inexplicably, another person sat next to him, and Jing Shaoqing frowned: "What's the situation? Why did you change seats?"

    Chen Mengyao explained: "Xiaoya has a cold and feels uncomfortable, and she is motion sick. Let her sit in the front. It doesn't matter who sits in the front. I think the back is quite spacious. Let's drive quickly. It's raining and raining these days, it's annoying.  No, not to mention a heavy rainstorm, but a continuous drizzle, dense and dense, and my hair was wet after a while after getting out of the car"

    Jing Shaoqing can't say anything more. In order to take care of Anya's cold and not eat too strong food, Chen Mengyao recommended the Cantonese restaurant that she had eaten with Ye Junjue. She just felt that the Cantonese food was light and tasted good.

    Just entering the store, a waitress greeted Chen Mengyao enthusiastically and asked, "Miss, is the seat still the same?"

    Chen Mengyao was a little dazed. Ye Junjue had reserved the table before, and she didn't know why the receptionist asked her. She doesn't seem to be very eye-catching, right?  The recognizable one is Ye Junjue: "Ehno need, just find a place, the three of us."

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

    Chen Mengyao said the truth: "Ye Junjue. I just think the dishes here are delicious and light. Xiaoya can't eat heavy flavors when she has a cold, so I don't think about anything else."

    Jing Shaoqing took a deep breath: "Can't you make up a lie? Sometimes it's easy to slander people if you are too direct, don't you know?"

    Chen Mengyao chuckled: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Then bear it, I don't like to lie."

    Anya listened to them quietly without interrupting, and silently poured a cup of tea for each of them.  Jing Shaoqing is not used to drinking tea, especially the tea in the restaurant, so after thanking him, he pushed the tea cup aside.  Noticing his little action, Anya's eyes trembled slightly, and she asked with a smile: "What? Don't you dare drink the water poured by other women? Are you afraid that Mengyao will be angry?"

    Without even thinking about it, Chen Mengyao answered for Jing Shaoqing: "He doesn't like to drink tea, not to mention other women's tea, and he doesn't drink tea made by my predecessor."

    Unexpectedly, she would remember his habits so carefully, Jing Shaoqing finally had a smile in his eyes: "What are your plans for the weekend? If you don't have any plans, hang out with me. I'm going to Haicheng to sign a contract.  I can take you to play for two days by the way."

    The plan is of course no plan, but Chen Mengyao did not agree easily: "What's the matter with you taking my ex out to play? Besides, it has been raining a lot these days, and people's mood is also depressed. I want to sleep at home."

    Jing Shaoqing took out his mobile phone and found out the weather conditions in Haicheng in recent days: "Look for yourself, it's not raining in Haicheng, but it's sunny. It's much hotter than here, so you should take shelter from the rain."

    Chen Mengyao couldn't help hurting him: "Going to take shelter from the rain? That's too extravagant. Let me think about it and eat first."

    Anya interjected: "Meng Yao, you can go, I want to go for a walk too, would you mind taking me with you?"

    He was hesitant at first, but after hearing what Anya said, 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 his opinion?  When he is air?

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

    The next morning, Mu Zhai.

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

    The child was still young, and he caught a cold again, and it was raining outside, so he didn't take him with him, and stayed at home with Mama Liu to take care of him.

    Mark Tingchen also wore a black shirt, looking a bit solemn. The two of them set off with the bouquets they had prepared long ago, and drove for nearly two hours to arrive.

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

    Wen Yan's heart is a little heavy. She came here after her grandma passed away for so long. When she thinks of the various actions of Wen Zhiling and his wife, she feels indignation and helplessness. In a short life, no one can get through it safely, most of them are displaced.  Wen Jiacong??Father Wen Zhiyuan was torn apart after leaving home for Chen Han. She later became an orphan, but it was just another disintegration of the family. 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 tombs around can't speak, but they can drag people's emotions to the bottom. The characters engraved on the tombstones are the last words of the living to those relatives who have passed away.  mourning.

    Suddenly, Mark Tingchen saw a figure standing not far away, and reminded him aloud: "It seems that someone came before us."

    Wen Yan followed his gaze and saw that it was Chen Ha. Could it be that besides grandma, someone Chen Han knew was buried here?

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

    Chen Han came to worship the old lady?  Wen Yan was a little surprised. It stands to reason that Chen Han should hate the old lady. The old lady's beating of mandarin ducks at the beginning led to many tragic results later. The old lady never saw her son for the last time.

    Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps behind her, Chen Han turned around in a panic, and when she saw Wen Yan, panic flashed across her eyes: "I I just stopped by"

    Wen Yan put the bouquet of flowers in front of the grave with a blank face, and there were flowers brought by Chen Han beside him, how could it be by the way?  How can there be a way to sweep the grave?  This excuse was too far-fetched. She knew that Chen Han was just afraid that she would mind and get angry: "I thought you would hate my grandma."

    Chen Han lowered his eyes, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "No, I never hated her. On the contrary, I only feel guilty towards her and your father. Just think that I am doing it for your father. There is nothing he can do about it."  What to do, I have taken too many wrong paths in my life."

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

    Looking at the black and white photo of grandma on the tombstone, she had no desire to cry, only a pale feeling of powerlessness, unconsciously, she stood still for a long time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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