Cheng Yin was led out of the hospital by Chen Yanqing, and only came to his senses when he was outside the gate.

She stopped and gently broke away from Chen Yanqing's hand.

The smell of potions is missing in the air, and the dazzling sunlight lies between each other.

Chen Yanqing turned around.

Cheng Yin shook his wrist and looked at him lazily: "Don't use the trick of picking up the little girl on me."

Chen Yanqing frowned, "There is no little girl."

She is the one who appears the most in her life at the age of thirty so far.

Cheng Yin tilted the corner of his mouth and smiled, without saying a word to his answer.

She didn't like Shu Yao. She had been wrong for so many years, especially now that she has reached this point, and there is nothing to cover up. Whether she was in front of Chen Yanqing or not, she didn't want to pay attention to Shu Yao, no one could stop her from leaving.

He has never forced him to make a choice before, and now he won't.

Before I could speak, my phone rang.

Qin Jiao’s phone number.

Cheng Yin glanced at the figure in front of him who was in trouble and fed him to the other end of the phone.

I came to the hospital today because some examination items made it impossible for the doctor to come to the door. Chen Yanqing didn't expect to meet Shu Yao. He wanted to say something and waited for Cheng Yin to finish the phone call.

I don’t know what was said on the other end, but in just two seconds, Cheng Yin’s face suddenly changed.

She held the phone, exerted force with her five fingers, and trembled slightly.

Chen Yanqing frowned, with a slightly worried face.

Cheng Yin saw it, but he didn't want to care about it. Sourness surged in his throat and moved with difficulty: "I'll come here right away..."

After squeezing out this sentence, she suddenly moved the phone in her ear.

The sun was bright, but it was a little cold in an instant.

The bad luck has been many years, but it is still bad luck-

Qin Jiao's father's condition suddenly deteriorated and he was unable to save him.

Chen Yanqing took Cheng Yin to another hospital. Cheng Yin sat in the passenger seat with his back tense, his face was extremely bad, almost paper-colored.

The atmosphere was low and not suitable for conversation. He pursed his lips and was speechless all the way.

Chen Yanqing didn't know what Cheng Yin said on the phone. It was not until Cheng Yin, who was sprinting into the hospital and saw Qin Jiao, who was buried in his knees on the bench in the corridor, that he realized that the problem was more serious than he thought.

Cheng Yin quickly stepped in, his feet were full of anxiety.

"dumpling!"

Qin Jiao looked up, his eyes that looked slightly red without any moistness, so dry that it made people feel pain when they looked at it.

"You're here." She spoke softly, her voice full of fatigue.

"What's going on?" Cheng Yin felt his throat tight.

She said: "My dad suddenly was not very good in the morning. He received a call from my mom and rushed home and took my dad to the hospital..."

The sound became weaker and gradually disappeared.

Cheng Yin's voice trembled unconsciously: "Uncle Qin is inside now?"

"Yes." Qin Jiao raised his palm and supported his forehead, and his long hair slid down with his head down, and his whole face was in the shadow. "The hospital said he would not take it home directly, and the morgue could be temporarily kept for a few days."

Cheng Yin was speechless, his breathing was solemn that he sluggishly crossed his chest, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

As soon as the door opened, Qin Jiao was called away. He stood up and shook hands with Cheng Yin, and his palms were chilling.

This corridor calmed down, Cheng Yin stood for a long time, and turned around and stepped forward.

Chen Yanqing was not far away, and when he heard their conversation, he knew the current situation.

He welcomed Cheng Yin.

When he walked to him, Cheng Yin paused, took a step back, and turned his head and looked ugly.

Before he spoke, she said first: "I know it has nothing to do with you. I don't want to take your anger on you, but please let me calm down."

Shu Zhe.

The person who caused Qin Jiao's pain now is Shu Zhe, and Shu Zhe's source of hatred should have been her.

My heart was beating suddenly.

She was afraid that she would lose control, but she didn't want to see anything that would remind her of Shu Zhe at this time.

Chen Yanqing's hand stopped in the air, and her words were like a transparent wall, blocking his lifting action.

A few years ago, she came to have a big fight with him, and he remembered clearly how she collapsed that day. Now she was calm and stable, and could separate things rationally.

Similarly, I no longer vent my selves on him.

Cheng Yin stroked his hair on his cheeks tiredly, and didn't look at him. He walked by him by his shoulders, and his footsteps hit the silent corridor one by one, clearly.

Qin Jiao handled her father's funeral, and the newspaper clarified her for leave.

Cheng Yin asked for leave to stay by her side, but he didn't care about other places and couldn't pull away, so he sent Xiao Yang Gang to Rong Xinna for temporary residence.

The Qin family has many relatives and friends, but the Qin Jiao family has only three people. Qin's mother is immersed in sadness, and everything falls on Qin Jiao's head.

In addition to being particularly depressed on the day she was in the hospital, she quickly supported herself and ran for family affairs.

I rented a venue, contacted all parties in an orderly manner, and decided on funeral matters.

On the day of the funeral, Chen Yanqing came, prepared a sacrifice ceremony, and came to pay his respects in black to pay his respects.

Cheng Yin stood in front of the door with Qin Jiao in mourning clothes to welcome guests - her clothing regulations were slightly different from Qin Jiao, but she also placed her posture as a relative.

Seeing Chen Yanqing arrive, she frowned, Qin Jiao shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "It's not his business."

Chen Yanqing walked up to them, looked at Cheng Yin, and then his eyes fell on Qin Jiao.

"Sad." He paused and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

Qin Jiao looked up at him, pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, shook his head, "Mr. Chen doesn't need to apologize."

She can tell the difference between right and wrong.

Chen Yanqing's eyes returned to Cheng Yin, and she didn't say anything.

He closed his eyes, nodded at Qin Jiao, and walked into the mourning hall. After mourning, he sat down in the guesthouse.

The boss knew that there was something in Qin Jiao’s family and asked to come, but was rejected by Qin Jiao. All day long were relatives and friends of the Qin family.

Cheng Yin stood with Qin Jiao, and stood until evening.

As it was getting late, the relatives and aunts of the Qin family who came to help were invited to prepare dinner in the kitchen.

The setting sun was dim, with the sound of unknown insects, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze.

When the day was almost over, someone suddenly came in outside the door.

He is a young man who delivers couriers, holding a big handful of white flowers.

"Is Miss Qin Jiao here?"

Cheng Yin and Qin Jiao looked at each other, and Qin Jiao responded: "I am."

The courier came over, handed the flowers to Qin Jiao, and pulled off the order, "This is the flowers ordered by the customer. Let us deliver them before six o'clock, you can collect them."

"Who gave it?" Qin Jiao asked.

If he thought it was decided by a relative from the Qin family who had not been present, he would not expect that the courier said, "It's a gentleman named Shu."

Qin Jiao, who was holding the flower, froze for a moment.

The courier guy turned around and left after finishing his work. Cheng Yin's face darkened, and Qin Jiao next to him turned pale, not much better.

The atmosphere is stagnant.

The next second, Cheng Yin snatched the bouquet from Qin Jiao's hand and threw it on the ground.

Without saying a word, she gritted her teeth and stepped on it with her feet, crushing the white petals one by one.

Seeing the situation, Chen Yanqing came over to hold her.

She stomped hard, stomped hard, and was wrapped in his arms, and she kept shaking her body so angry that she was trembling.

"Cheng Yin!"

Chen Yanqing hugged her.

"Cheng Yin, Cheng Yin..."

He called her.

After a while, she stopped, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to hold his clothes tightly.

Chen Yanqing hugged her tightly, "Calm down."

Cheng Yin clenched his fists, stiffened his body, and suddenly raised his legs and kicked him.
To be continued...