"No matter what I say, I will not agree. I really can't do this, so you let me go." Song Ruijie tried to break away from Huo Xun's hand, but Huo Xun was prepared to hold on tightly, so he ran away at all
No.
Huo Xun angrily did his job for him, "You are the only one who is the most suitable for this."
"What is the most suitable thing for me? Let me tell you, isn't Han Xin sad? I can't do this bad guy, either." Song Ruijie felt that Huo Xun was simply joking with him internationally.
Although his mother was not in harmony with Han Xin and Song Yunyun during her lifetime.
However, there are indeed many things wrong with his mother.
Get along.
He could feel the kindness of the mother and daughter.
He had already regarded Han Xin and Song Yunyun as his relatives.
Han Xin is like his mother.
Now Song Yunyun is dead.
If Han Xin knew about it, she would not cry to death!
"Can't you hide it?" Song Ruijie felt that it was better to hide it than to tell him.
"A man, after leaving this world, do you think he can hide it?" Huo Xun looked at her, "Even if he can hide it for a day or two, a month or two, a year or two? Can he hide it? And,
I asked you to say it, it was for the sake of our own good.”
Song Ruijie didn't quite understand and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Song Yunyun's death is a very sad thing, whether it is for you or for any of us. Such an accident happened, not what we wanted to see, but it has happened.
The living person can only continue to live. I tell you now that you don’t want to wait a few days. When Jiang Yaojing is getting better, Han Xin cried in front of him, and then motivated Jiang Yaojing’s emotions.
.”
"Can Jiang Yaojing forget my sister in a few days? My sister gave birth to him. He was sad, that would be too heartless..."
"Isn't this an analogy?" Huo Xun was about to roll his eyes.
Why is your understanding ability so poor?
Song Ruijie looked at Huo Xun and seemed to be looking at an idiot, "Do you think Han Xin can bear this kind of pain? This pain will last for a lifetime. If you want her not to be sad in front of Jiang Yaojing, then don't let it go.
Wouldn't she just appear in front of Jiang Yaojing?"
"She is now responsible for taking care of Shuangshuang, and it is impossible for her to never meet Jiang Yaojing forever. This is unrealistic..."
"The pain always needs to be experienced. A complete outbreak cannot be considered a good thing," said Song Ruijie.
Huo Xun was stunned for a moment, and snorted and laughed, "I didn't expect that you are not old, and sometimes what you say makes sense."
"It's all, but if you can't hide it, it hurts together."
...
Three days later.
Huo Xun built the villa on the mountain like a palace, and the whole villa was cold.
If you walk in suddenly, you will feel like you are in the snowy Arctic.
Huo Xun followed Jiang Yaojing and still had some understanding of him.
Jiang Yaojing didn't pick on the matter.
A lot of things happened in the past three days.
Han Xin knew that Song Yunyun was dead.
I cried and fainted countless times.
Now that I have been admitted to the hospital, I have not eaten or drunk for two days, and I have lost a lot of weight.
An Lu called Song Ruijie that day, and Song Ruijie hung up her phone. She rushed over to find Song Ruijie that day because she was worried that Song Ruijie would do impulsive things.
This also learned about Song Yunyun.
During these three days, Jiang Yaojing didn't say a word, nor did he get into the water.
Today is a funeral.
Not counting either.
It was just a few people who had a good relationship with Song Yunyun during his lifetime who came here.
However, Jiang Yaojing did not let them meet.
I just looked at the ice coffin from a distance and mourned.
In the quiet space, there are only Anlu's suppressed sobs.
Because she is the only one girl here.
Others are sad, but they are all deep.
Half an hour later, Chen Yue asked everyone to leave the villa.
Shen Zhiqian and Song Yunyun are good friends and have a good relationship with Jiang Yaojing, so they will naturally come here.
He came alone.
Youyou didn't have a beam.
Taking advantage of the time when Song Ruijie was going to pour water, Shen Zhiqian walked to An Lu, "You always cry, you are not good at your throat, Yunyun..."
Before he could finish his words, An Lu turned around and walked away, obviously avoiding him.
Shen Zhiqian frowned slightly, and was in no mood to quarrel with her and said, "I can't be a couple, not even a friend. Do you have to do this to me today?"
Anlu looked back at him, "I don't want to say anything to you, please don't talk to me about your affairs today."
"My business?" Shen Zhiqian was unhappy.
An Lu wiped away her tears and looked at him, "My job is lost, it is not you, but it is probably your mother's masterpiece. I will not hate you and your mother, because you are not worthy, and please shut up,
Don’t talk to me about the past bad things at Yunyun’s memorial service!”