Abstinence President, Please let me go !

The letter was not long, but Giuseppe had no strength to read it.

It seemed that all the excuses she had been trying to find for herself were punctured.

No way. How could silence love her?

She reached out and threw all the letters to the ground and stepped on them. "Liar, silence, you're a liar. I won't believe you. You are dead. Why do you harm me! Why, I don't care what you say, I will not give you a baby, nor will I die! Liar, I won't believe you... "

She vented all her anger on the letter paper.

Until she had exhausted all her strength, she sat powerless on the carpet, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.

It is his fault to die in silence. Why does she suffer?

It's not her fault!

No, it's not

Finally, tired of crying, she lay quietly on the floor, looking at the ceiling above her head.

One hand slowly stroked to his stomach, sliding to the lower abdomen.

Three months later.

At this time, it was late autumn.

The sky is getting colder and colder. A gust of wind blows, and the withered branches and leaves fall and float to the car on the side of the road.

Ji Qiaoyan sat in the driving position, holding the steering wheel with both hands.

Wearing a suit, he looks heroic.

When he turned to look at her, his eyes were bright.

It was a successful and perfect operation for him.

After removing the gauze, he managed to return to his former state.

After the car stopped, Ji Qiaoyan took a look at the building outside the window.

In the middle of the mountain, the funeral home is very cold in this bleak autumn wind.

After all, this is the place where the dead stay. The living people feel bad luck, and few people come here.

Gijoachi was in the co pilot's seat. Although she was not in the month, her abdomen seemed to have risen slightly because she was pregnant with twins.

The car stopped for a long time, she didn't mean to get off the car, but was staring at something with her mobile phone.

Long hair casually tied in the back of the head, white face without too much expression.

The car stopped by the side of the road for a long time.

Although she looked down at the mobile phone, but the screen did not move.

Jijoshi held the steering wheel and his eyes were dim. "If you are not prepared, we can go back first and wait for you to think about it."

Jijosh put down his cell phone and looked at him.

"No, it's not a problem to keep dragging. There must be someone to settle this matter! "

"Then I will go."

"No, I'll do it myself!"

Jijosh put down his mobile phone and rolled up the scarf between his neck, which pushed the door open.

Ji Qiaoyan knew that she was stubborn, so he no longer insisted, and sat in the car looking at her.

In the wind, her figure is a little thin, as if at any time will be blown away by the wind.

He opened the door and got out of the car.

"Miss, please show me the receipt..."

The staff were wearing masks and there was no expression on their faces.

"Oh..."

Jijoshi lowered her head and took out the bill which had been crumpled by her.

Since Xie Yinglun gave it to her, she did not remember how many times she touched it and picked it up again and again

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I get up and put it down in my hand.

It was as if you could pretend not to be dead without coming to get the urn.