Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 180 Let the younger brother die in peace

Li Yunfan's eyes were fixed on Song Chaoyu, Song Chaoyu was slightly stunned seeing Li Yunfan's seriousness.

Relieved, Li Yunfan realized that he was a little excited. He continued to walk forward with a sweet smile on his lips: "Although the person I like may not like me, and will never like me in the future, but I can accompany you." I am already satisfied by her side, so I don't want to delay others."

Song Zhaoyu noticed that Li Yunfan's eyes were so clear and firm when he said this, ripples appeared in Song Zhaoyu's heart, and her steps slowed down unknowingly.After Li Yunfan who was walking in front slowed down, Song Chaoyu deliberately stayed behind for a while.

The girl who was following the two of them probably heard the conversation between them, and disappeared after a while.

Song Chaoyu felt a little burdened by Li Yunfan's thoughts, and she stared at Li Yunfan's back in front of her.

When they got downstairs, Li Yunfan stood there and waited for a few seconds before Song Zhaoyu came forward.

"Zhaoyu, go up and rest quickly, I won't go up." Li Yunfan waved, then turned and left.

Song Zhaoyu wanted to say something, but seeing Li Yunfan's back disappearing quickly, she swallowed the words when she reached her mouth.

Sitting alone in the room, Song Chaoyu felt an unprecedented silence. Although she was used to it, her heart would still feel empty. She poured a glass of water and walked to the window.

The heat in the water glass rose upwards, Song Chaoyu's eyes dimmed and she looked out the window. She took a sip of the water in the glass carefully, thinking: I don't know how my mother is doing now.

Thinking of the way she saw Li Ping last time, Song Chaoyu was still worried. After her brother left, she must have failed to take good care of herself.

Song Zhaoyu thought of this, put down the water glass, and ran out the door.

The dead silent home was lifeless, it was a home, but now the house was covered with dust, Li Ping sat blankly in the bedroom, without any desire to clean it.

Li Ping was holding an urn in her hand, her face was pressed against the box, her eyes lost focus long ago.

Boom boom boom!An eager knock on the door didn't bring Li Ping back to her senses. The knock on the door lasted for a long time before Li Ping stumbled and sat up from the floor.

Opening the door, Song Chaoyu's figure appeared in front of the door, carrying a bag of vegetables and food in her hand, but Li Ping turned a blind eye to it, and the light in her eyes instantly turned into anger: "What are you doing here? Didn't I say that?" Are you not allowed to come?"

She gave Song Chaoyu a cold look, and just as she was about to close the door, Song Chaoyu forced her way in. Li Ping scolded angrily, "Have you forgotten what you have done? How dare you come here? Hurry up!" Get out."

Only when she scolded Song Chaoyu angrily, did she show a trace of vitality on her face.

Seeing Li Ping with thin cheeks, Song Chaoyu's throat was tightly blocked for a while, and she couldn't say anything. After a few seconds, she walked up to Li Ping cautiously: "Mom, I miss you." She He put his hand lightly on Li Ping's arm, and Li Ping then avoided it.

"Hurry up! You are not welcome here." As soon as Li Ping heard Song Chaoyu's words, she began to avoid her eyes, and then walked into the bedroom.

Song Chaoyu put the vegetables she bought into the refrigerator, and she sorted out the rotten vegetables again, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.

How could she leave just by saying leave?The home where she has lived for so long is warm to her.

Song Chaoyu walked into Li Ping's bedroom gently, and seeing Li Ping still sitting on the ground holding the urn, Song Zhaoyu's eyes turned red instantly, and she also squatted down, wanting to hug Li Ping's ashes. The urn was put down.

"Mom, it's time for my brother to be buried in peace. We can't keep doing this. Accept this reality and let him go."

Song Zhaoyu's voice was also choked up, but hearing her words, Li Ping's emotions exploded in an instant: "No, Haichen is still here, he has always been here, and he can't leave me." Tears flowed from Li Ping's eyes again. Sliding down, Song Chaoyu hugged her in his arms.

After so many days, Li Ping still didn't accept this reality. Song Chaoyu continued in a flat voice, "Let Haichen live well in another world, and let's let him go. You should live well here."

After listening to Song Chaoyu's words, Li Ping burst into tears.

Song Zhaoyu understood that Li Ping might have let go of her heart.

"Hold a funeral for my brother." After Song Chaoyu finished speaking, Li Ping stood up from the ground, and she pointed to the door emotionally: "Hurry up, don't come again, even if there is a funeral, you don't have a part to attend, get out. "

Song Chaoyu didn't want to see Li Ping get more emotional, so she had no choice but to leave Li Ping's home.

The next day, Li Ping held a funeral for Song Haichen. The scale of the funeral was simple. Li Ping stood in front of the mourning hall as if she had lost her soul.

Song Zhaoyu came to the funeral after getting the news. No matter what, she still wanted to send her brother off for the last time.

But seeing Li Ping's current appearance, Song Chaoyu didn't dare to show up, she could only secretly stare at the corner.

Li Yunfan and Lu Zhao also came to mourn Song Haichen. Seeing Song Chaoyu's appearance, they could do nothing but stand by and accompany her.

Song Zhaoyu understood that it was impossible for Li Ping to forgive herself. She stood and waited for the funeral to be over, watching the urn buried in the soil. Then Song Zhaoyu turned and left. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked up at the urn. Blue sky.

Brother, you have to be good at the top and don't be bullied by others.

How could Li Ping not know that Song Chaoyu would come? Even if she disagreed, Song Zhaoyu would definitely appear here secretly. Sure enough, as soon as she finished her work, she saw Song Chaoyu's back turning and leaving.

Li Ping felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, she dragged her heavy body to find a place to sit down, tears could not stop flowing down again.

Song Zhaoyu didn't know how she got home, she seemed to have lost her soul, sitting on the sofa, Song Zhaoyu's eyes were empty, at this moment, a sudden knock on the door pulled her out of her sad mood come out.

Song Zhaoyu hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

"Who is it?" She asked as she walked to the door, and when she opened the door, Zhan Jincheng's face appeared in front of her eyes, his face was slightly red, and he firmly grasped the door frame with one hand.

Just as Song Zhaoyu was about to close the door, Zhan Jincheng rushed in.

"I'll sleep here tonight." Zhan Jincheng walked to the sofa, and lay down with a jump.

Song Chaoyu could only ask Zhan Jincheng about the smell of alcohol on his body, she stared at Zhan Jincheng in annoyance, and angrily said: "How much wine have you drunk? Get it up for me, you are not welcome here!"

Zhan Jincheng waved his hands in the air, and smiled slightly: "Zhaoyu, I finally found you."

(End of this chapter)