Love Report: My Dear Mr.Qin

"Come on, don't be poor. I didn't bring out my clothes. Give me yours first!"

"OK, I'll find it for you!"

Yaozi stood up, twisted her waist and walked to the bedroom. She turned back and threw a wink at Su mo.

Helpless looking at the goblin, Su Mo helped his forehead, and then went to the bathroom. He continued to draw light makeup. During this period of time in the hospital, he turned pale and couldn't see anyone at all.

Under Yao Ziqian's instructions, Su Mo finally went out in a simple skirt, and light makeup set off the whole person's temperament.

Bought a bunch of pale yellow daisies in the florist, and then arrived at the cemetery.

Looking at the familiar smile on the tombstone, Su Mo squatted down slowly. The wind blew her hair disorderly, and her messy hair was flying in the air.

"Dad, I've come to see you again. I haven't been here for a long time recently, because... Something happened! How are you doing there? Will you be lonely?"

"Oh, no, how can you be lonely with your mother? You must be good, and I will... Live well!"

"Dad, I was so willful that I didn't even see your last side. Sometimes I was ashamed and didn't have the face to see you."

“……”

"Dad, I always think it was a mistake to marry Qin Yang. If an Qingyang didn't go abroad and was still with me, would the result be different now?"

While whispering, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Tears ran down his cheeks to his mouth, tasted the salty taste, stretched out his hand and wiped his tears indiscriminately, and he was not afraid of making up problems.

"Dad, I will try my best to protect what you left me. No matter what, I won't let those people take it away!"

Slowly squat down and wipe the photos on the tombstone. There is no one in such a large space, only these cold tombstones and women standing in the wind.

Su Mo stood alone beside her father's tombstone and said a lot. Recalling the happy life in the past, he also told the pain now, and put forward the plan for the future.

There was no one to talk about these topics. Su Mo told all his relatives in another world.

Time dissipates from the wind, slowly slides over the cold tombstone, and the sun rises in the East and sets in the West.

At dusk, Su Mo finally stood up. His legs were numb and shaky.

"Dad, I'll see you next time! I'll often come with you in the future!"

Tidy up the skirt and walk slowly towards the sunset. The last halo in the distance pulled Su Mo's shadow very long, looking lonely and lonely.

Outside the cemetery, Yaozi has been waiting for her in a car.

Before she arrived, Yaozi opened the door and got off, greeted her and gave her a big warm hug.

"Su Mo, you still have me!"

This sentence was clearly passed into Su Mo's ears, thinking that there was only one sentence in his mind. It's nice to have this person who hugged himself!

No matter at any time, there is always a person thinking of himself and looking forward to his own good. Su Mo's feeling can only be felt from Yao Zi.

Driving, they arrived at the door of the "sunny" bar.

The setting sun sank into the black outline, the colorful city set off the lights and wine, and the nightlife had just begun.

Probably because today is Su Mo's father's death day, Yaozi also wears a simple skirt, which is very different from her usual style.

"Don't go home if you're drunk tonight! I've found a substitute driver. Don't go back if you're drunk later. Do you hear me clearly?"

Yaozi put one hand around the woman's slender waist, like flirting with her, touched Su Mo's cheek, and they went to the edge of the dance floor and sat next to the high bar.

Colorful lights sprinkle on the dance floor. Men and women twist their waist and legs heartily, rubbing their skin with each other to produce hormones of love.

Su Mo didn't like this environment very much, so she refused when Yaozi invited her to dance together.

The two girlfriends have completely different personalities. Su Mo prefers a quiet environment. However, Yao Zi can't help feeling lonely.

Looking at Yao Zi who stepped off the dance floor and instantly became the focus of the crowd, Su Mo's dim eyes lit up a bit and kept drinking the wine made by the bartender.

Each glass of wine here has a specific name, representing different stories and meanings.

Sunny bar is also famous for Mike. The bartender from Italy is more like a wizard who collects different stories.

As long as you are willing to tell him your story, he can call up a glass of wine that belongs to you, name it after your story, and then... Only you have the right to drink this glass of wine.

Mike seldom shows up in bars. Today is an exception.

Looking at Su Mo pouring wine cup by cup, the handsome Italian man came over and looked at her silently. He stopped Su Mo's behavior when she reached for another glass.

He spoke fluent Mandarin from his mouth.

"Miss, do you have any stories to tell me? I can make you a glass of wine that only you can understand!"

Su Mo has looked at Mike with some hazy eyes and frowned. Now she is very dissatisfied with Mike's behavior to stop her.

Whoever he is!

"Why should I tell you my story? I have no story, I have nothing, I have nothing..."

He kept mumbling this sentence, threw Mike's hand aside, picked up the glass again and poured the wine into his mouth.

Although the alcohol coefficient of this kind of wine is not high, Su Mo drinks too much after all. She can't bear such a drink at all.

The Italian man shrugged helplessly and turned away.

The first time I saw such a person who didn't give him face, but I was more curious. This woman didn't seem to belong to such a place at all.

Light make-up and conservative clothing, even in this kind of entertainment, still can't hide the dusty temperament of the whole body.

Disappointed to leave, Mike needs to find a place to have fun again. Obviously, this woman is not suitable for him.

However, the Mike had just left, and Su Mo continued to drink wine. He completely took the wine with low alcohol concentration as boiled water and poured it down cup by cup.

A woman's cheeks soon turn red with a characteristic crimson color. There are such bar shaped people. In the corner not far away, they have been paying attention to the man of Su mo.

After confirming that there was nothing around, he slowly came to her.

"Beauty!"

One arm has been put on Su Mo's shoulder.

Hearing the strange voice and smelling the strange smell, Su Mo instinctively wanted to push him away.

But alcohol had paralyzed the whole body. Now Su Mo had no strength and lost his mind. Hazy raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him, turning into one, two and three.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

Asking the man in front of him again and again, Su Mo opened and closed his mouth and muttered this sentence.