In this way, Mo Fan got up and had breakfast and drove to the company.
Han Jiamei was lying on the side of the wide and soft bed. She was not sleepy and didn't want to get up at all. She had no appetite at all, and her mind was full of Mo Jingyao...
That lively and cute sister, can she really never come back?
I miss her smile and her chirping voice.
As she thought about it, Jiamei couldn't help but burst into tears, blurring her gaze, and a deep sense of sadness surged in her heart.
Because she is a pregnant woman, she tried her best to control her emotions as much as possible after listening to Dr. Chen.
Touching the raised abdomen gently, Jiamei murmured softly, "Baby, aunt is fine. She hasn't named you yet. She will definitely come back. Baby, are you right?"
As the words came to an end, a beautiful smile rose from the corner of Kamei's lips, and tears flowed down again, wetting the pillow.
She was unwilling to bring sadness to her parents-in-law, and she would cry alone if she wanted to cry.
Downstairs, Mo Changqing and Yajie were dressed in plain clothes. Yajie, who was dressed in exquisite clothes on weekdays, did not put on makeup today, and even didn't even apply lipstick.
She turned around and looked at the stairs, questioning the butler beside her, "Have Jiamei got up yet?"
"The young master said that the young lady wanted to sleep for a while." The housekeeper bowed and replied, "Sister Jing has been sent to wait at the door."
Yajie nodded with confidence, "Okay, let Sister Jing serve her well. After the young lady goes downstairs, you can help her warm up breakfast."
"Okay, don't worry, sir, go there, I'm at home." The housekeeper looked kind and steady, "I'm waiting for her in the living room and never go anywhere."
"Yeah." Yajie nodded, trusting him very much, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It should." After hearing the news that Miss Mo was missing, the housekeeper was worried about it all night last night.
Yajie pulled Mo Changqing's arms in a black suit, and the couple took steps out.
When the driver saw them coming out of the living room, he had already opened the back door and waited, holding two bouquets of white lilies in his hand.
"Good morning, sir, madam."
Yajie took two bouquets of lilies and bent over to get on the car. Mo Changqing followed in and sat next to her.
Close the car door and the driver returned to the cab. He put on his seat belt and quickly started the car and drove towards the cemetery.
Along the way, Mo Changqing and his wife did not communicate with each other, and their eyes were filled with sad expressions.
Half an hour later, the car parked in the southern suburbs 30 kilometers away from the city center.
The couple each carried a bunch of lilies and walked towards the Mausoleum area. Here, the green pines and cypresses were in a quiet environment, and it was a Feng Shui treasure land suitable for long-lasting sleep.
They walked up the stone steps and finally came to a joint tomb. The unsealed concrete position was covered with evergreen grass, swaying lonely in the cold winter wind.
Yajie bent down and placed the lilies in front of the tombstone on the right with both hands, and Mo Changqing placed another bunch of lilies on the tombstone on the left.
The woman's name is engraved on the tombstone on the right. Her name is Liu Wanling, who is Mo Jingyao's mother. In that round photo, the woman looks beautiful, has a gentle smile, and is virtuous and wise.
The tombstone on the left is engraved with a man's name, Mo Chuqing, who is Mo Jingyao's father and Mo Changqing's younger brother.
In the photo, Mo Chuqing was wearing a long gown, as if he was looking straight with his brother, cold, firm and peaceful.
"Brother, brother and sister." Mo Changqing stared at them in the photo and bowed deeply with deep pain, "I'm sorry, you entrusted Jing Yao to us back then, but we couldn't take good care of her."