Substitute wife: mysterious husband,good evening

Before long, Su Xiaowan's face was full of tears.

She chose a white dress and dressed like her grandmother liked before. Although they said pregnant women were not suitable for going to the cemetery, she missed her grandmother.

And nothing else.

Su Xiaowan dressed up. When she came out, she didn't see Feng Yan, but met Feng Yi.

"Young granny, the young master was in a meeting just now. He told me to send you there first, and I'll meet you after he has finished his work."

"Don't bother. He's just busy with his own business. I'm just going to see grandma."

In the future, they also have more opportunities to see grandma together.

Su Xiaowan got on the bus and sent a text message to Feng Yan, saying that he would go back.

They were not the kind of people who were locked up by the secular world. Feng Yan naturally didn't worry about her going to see her old friends with pregnancy, but worried about whether she could bear the long journey.

After all, the old man always wanted to go home early when he was sick. For him, the secluded city is not their home. The place with her grandfather and her home is their home.

Therefore, the cemetery has always been there. The only change is that it used to be a wild cemetery, but it was bought by Fengyan a few years ago and repaired. Now that place is a cemetery.

But it's a long way to go.

About three or four hours.

Halfway through, Fengyi was afraid she couldn't bear it, so she found a nearby city and got off the highway.

"Why are you here all of a sudden?"

"It's almost noon now. I'll find a place to have dinner first."

"Well, good."

Although she can afford it, she has been driving in Fengyi for a long time, and most of them are tired.

They found a Chinese restaurant and ordered a few dishes. Although the taste was different from that of Youcheng, Su Xiaowan was used to it.

During this period of time, she is still greedy for the braised meat made by her grandmother. Although there are special chefs in the villa, it doesn't taste as good as that made by her grandmother.

I miss people rather than taste.

She felt her stomach, life and death, as if no one could escape.

And that's where everyone can't help.

No matter how much money there is, there is no way to avoid these things.

Mo Lao is such a powerful person. In the end, he became a loess, slowly removing people's psychology.

"Little grandma, do you want me to add some dishes?"

Seeing that Su Xiaowan had a good appetite, Aunt Li told her that during this period of time, she was very particular about choosing dishes. Originally, she thought that things in this small place were hard to wait for elegance. In order to fill her stomach, she got off the car and had a meal to solve the problem of food and clothing, but she watched Su Xiaowan eat a bowl of rice, I wonder if she's hungry.

"No, I just saw that there seems to be some old cakes made when I was a child. Help me to buy some. I want to eat them on the way."

"Well, you wait. I'll buy it."

Su Xiaowan didn't expect to see Ali here.

There's another... Man.

That man's appearance, she does not know, but her eyes, but a lot of meaning.

It's like they've seen each other for a long time.

It's just, why is Ali here?

Su Xiaowan's eyes stare at a Li, but a Li seems not to know her and goes directly to that end.

So the car went away.

"Why don't you talk to her?"

"Tell her I'm lying to her?"