time-limited addiction

After watching for a long time, she was weeping in the arms of another man. Zhou Lüchen changed the suit in his crooked arms and put it aside, turned around and left.

Even though he was in no mood.

This time, Zhuang Ming's heart felt dull for no reason. He pressed himself against the wall to make way. He wanted to ask, "Aren't you going in?", but he didn't ask.

He silently followed his second son away.

It should...should not disturb Miss Shen's search for a new relationship.

same.

She suddenly saw Zhou Lüchen's back. She really saw Zhou Lüchen in the arms of another man.

Even though his tears were blurry, he knew very clearly who the figure turned away at the door, so familiar that just the outline of his back could describe his appearance.

The suit hung on his arms. It was tough, cold, and cold, and it had not faded away from him.

The aloof Zhou Lüchen, a person like him who has come to this day, is not disturbed when he sees others crying.

Subconsciously, she let go of Sun Qiyan's arms.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, you can cry if you want."

Lin Yankui was her grandmother's name. When she was buried, it was Shen Jing who carved the inscription and painted it with her own hands.

Someone from the Shen family came that day.

The eldest sister and brother-in-law came, as did the baby who was drinking milk. Grandpa also came. He hadn’t flown in a few years, so he insisted that he wanted to come and take a look at the bustling Shanghai market.

He's an old man and has to make a trip.

In the past, when I was an in-law, my grandpa regretted that he was a bit of a wealthy family. He didn't come to Shanghai to visit his in-laws in person. He just got married as soon as the child got married. He just talked to Lin Yankui on the phone when he placed the betrothal gift. The younger son left. It's early again, and I haven't said hello to my in-laws since.

I bought the most expensive cemetery. My grandma loved to drink tea, buy exquisite porcelain dishes for collection, and loved flowers. She was an exquisite old man. She chose a place with the best green environment. It must be a flower bed that blooms all year round.

The single-room flower bed must be left on this piece of land for her elderly person to stay comfortably no matter what.

At first, the cemetery agent said that there were also people snatching the single tomb in the flower bed, and the other party's price was higher. "Sorry, I know you are anxious, but this is the only one in the park. It has excellent Feng Shui. There are trees for shade, and a jade belt river wraps around the waist in front. It’s a pity that we haven’t had time to figure out the origin. How about the nearby Shuangtan or Hetan.”

Shen Jing was a bit domineering, "I just want to be alone, no matter how much I want."

The agent could tell that he was a local and wealthy person, "Yes, but there are no trees nearby, and you don't like the sun and rain. What should I do? This lady, her family has already left."

You don't know if it's going to be hot or it's going to rain. Isn't this stupid?

Shen Jing didn't want to go bare. Grandma was most afraid of the sun, so she had to have a flower bed under a tree.

But the agency had no choice but to give it to her.

Somehow, an hour later, the agent sold it to her again, and the conversation was very polite.

"You still want it. We have prepared the ownership of the place of origin for you. We will hold a farewell ceremony at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Let's express our condolences." The funeral was very simple.

The Shen family, the Sun family, and three others named Xie.

Xie Qinyang felt extremely uncomfortable and secretly cursed Shen Jing for not bringing him to Shanghai to meet the old man. How could anyone be such a friend? It was not moral at all.

Yan Kui, Yan Kui, such a delicate and charming name from the older generation, it sounds like he is a cultured person, he must be a kind old man.

The next time I saw Feng Jian was a week after my grandmother left. She stayed in the alley to pack her things. The room in the alley was not sold, and everything was decorated as it was when her grandmother was alive.

She kept them all.

Feng Jian handed her a house book, "Uncle...Uncle used to be too messy and stole your grandmother's house to sell it. Now...Uncle...Uncle has taken that house back. It was your grandmother's asset during her lifetime and will be returned to you." "

Shen Jing put it away without saying a word to Feng Jian.

Even if Feng Jian caught up with him and kept chattering, she would ignore him as a stranger.

Grandma hated Feng Jian, and so did she, forever.

At the corner of the alley, Sun Qiyan appeared, picked her up, held her hand and walked forward, leaving Feng Jian behind.

From beginning to end, no one looked at Feng Jian.

"I'm going to Yuyuan Road. A regular customer has placed an order in person. Do you want to come with me? I'll take you to Yuyuan Road to drink sugar water on the way."

I don’t remember how many years I haven’t been to Yuyuan’s candy shop.

Shen Jing took the initiative to take the wooden food box from Sun Qiyan's hand and followed him without saying a word.

He lowered his head, smiled, and said something.

Yuyuan Road is narrow. Thinking about it, Sun Qiyan borrowed the clerk's trolley and said, "Come on, let's go there by bike. It's convenient."

Everyone lives in the Jing'an area, and it's not too far from Changle Road to Yuyuan.

Sun Qiyan put a safety helmet on her, fastened the straps, and put a handful of candies in her pocket, "If it's boring on the road, I'll eat candies."

Shen Jing um.

He is so obedient.

She, who has been quiet these days, is even better behaved.

She was so good that she wanted to buy her a lot of delicious food.

She was sitting on one side in the back seat of a small tram owned by Yadi, which his employees drove to work in the restaurant every day.

Sun Qiyan was worried about her bumping into the back seat, so he kept driving slowly.

Let’s put one chapter first, and the Chicken Soup is at home.