She waved her hand, put her purse back into her pocket, turned and left, "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about whether I get married or not. I'll treat you to a wedding banquet in a few days, bye."
Mo Ling looked at her back and thought inwardly, is there any man in this world who dares to marry this tigress?
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The next day, when Su Qianqian woke up, Xu Zui had just entered the room. She was covered in the cold morning dew and looked tired. When he saw that she was awake, he said "Don't disturb my sleep" and fell asleep on the bed.
Su Qianqian looked at her pale and tired face, sighed, and swallowed the question "Where were you last night?"
Where could she go?
There was no money in the card and she was feeling cold. She thought that this woman might have just left like this all night.
What happened to the Xu family that made Xu Zui's character so troubled?
She wanted to ask, but Xu Zui probably wouldn't tell.
Su Yue was still sleeping. She took the child into her arms and gave her a kiss. Then she slowly got dressed, went outside without making a sound, and ordered breakfast.
When she came back with breakfast, Su Yue had already woken up and called out sleepily: "Mommy, good morning."
Su Qianqian made a "shh" gesture, pointed at Xu Zui who was sleeping, and said softly: "Get up and brush your teeth. Xu Zui has just come back, don't wake her up."
Su Yue nodded obediently and entered the bathroom with the toothbrush Su Qianqian had filled with toothpaste for him. After a while, she walked out refreshed.
The two of them finished breakfast quietly in the room. Su Qianqian put Xu Zui's portion in the incubator and took Su Yue out.
She went there very early, and the sun had just risen in the cemetery. The tombstones stood coldly, like soldiers waiting for review. Each tombstone was still stained with night dew. Su Qianqian took Su Yue's hand and walked through the tombstones one by one.
Looking over, I finally saw the tombstones of my late parents.
Her parents died eleven years ago. How long were these eleven years? It was long enough for her to forget their faces.
The tombstones of the two people stood side by side. She knelt down and looked at the photos of the two of them, and whispered: "Dad, Mom, I'm back. My daughter is unfilial, and she just came back to visit you." She pulled Su Yue and whispered.
He said, "This is my child. Our Su family has a child."
She doesn't have many memories in common with her parents. When she was with them, her memories were almost all about the coldness of going out to sell things in the cold winter. But without them, Su Qianqian would not be here.
If it hadn't been for that car accident, she wouldn't have met Yi Ningxiu, and these things wouldn't have happened. She would have grown up peacefully and normally, and she might have met Yi Ningxiu, but not as his wife
, but an employee. She may still fall in love with him at first sight, but there will never be another intersection between them. She doesn’t know whether it is good or bad to meet Yi Ningxiu. There is no if in this world. Meeting him has already
It is a necessity.
She told the tombstone what happened abroad as if talking to herself, and then took out the red ink and the ink-stained brush to read the red letters on the two tombstones again.
She has been away for five years, but it seems that no one from the Su family has come to pay her respects. Even Su Qingqing has not come back. The words on the tombstones of the two elders have almost fallen off.