Calculation of thousands of cities

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It was raining in unison on this day.

White silks and satins were scattered on the ground, and bouquets of wreaths were solemnly placed in front of the coffin, above which was placed a black and white photo. The beautiful girl in the photo had a bright smile on her face.

Sorrow and music made the already heavy atmosphere even more depressing, and the crying voices around me were intermittent but incessant, and I didn't know which tear came from the heart and which tear came from the fake.

This is the second funeral that Bai Qiancheng has attended.

Wearing the same black suit as Mo Yao, and holding a black umbrella, he walked up to Wen Fangqian's coffin with a heavy expression, and bent down to put down the wreath.

Mo Yao didn't seem to be planning to stay longer, but just stared at Wen Fangqian for a few seconds before walking away, while Bai Qiancheng gave Mo Yao a hard look at his back before turning his gaze back to Wen Fangqian.

"Fang Qian, may you be safe in heaven and find your own happiness." Bai Qiancheng nodded sincerely, then shifted his gaze to the photo with a bright smile, sighed heavily, and followed Mo Yao's footsteps.

Although they were not familiar with each other, Bai Qiancheng really felt sorry for Wen Fangqian. It was the flowering season, and even the flowers that bloomed brilliantly were ruined by cow dung and had no chance to wither. It was a pity to think about it.

Thinking of this in his heart, Bai Qiancheng shook his head again, blaming Mo Yao in his heart.

However, at this moment, a black car that had just stopped on the side of the street immediately caught Bai Qiancheng's attention, and he couldn't help but stop, frowning and looking at it.

The door on the front right was opened first, and a person who looked like a butler got out, and then the butler respectfully walked to the rear and opened the rear door.

The slender man got out of the car, his face was stern, he opened the black umbrella calmly with a flick of his fingertips and walked towards the coffin step by step.

That man was Wen Yu whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Bai Qiancheng raised his eyebrows, his gaze following the man involuntarily.

He is still as elegant as the first time I saw him two years ago, and you can't take your eyes off him.

It's just that he looks much heavier today than he did two years ago, and the lines of his face are thinner and colder, as if he has worked a lot for his career.

But the fact is indeed like this, one Golan has already tormented him to the point of failure, and now another Yaoqi is added to cause trouble, and even at his busiest moment, he even received the news of the tragic death of his own sister...

This man... is really unfortunate.

Seeing Wen Yu walking towards him with long legs, Bai Qiancheng's eyes froze.

However, Wen Yu just gave Mo Yao a hard look when he passed Mo Yao in front of him, and then passed Bai Qiancheng without looking sideways.

However, Bai Qiancheng felt that the air around him was a little colder in an instant because of the slight contact with the other party's clothes.

"Bai Qiancheng, let's go."

When Mo Yao's voice came from ahead, it was surprisingly calm.

Bai Qiancheng then looked at the source of the sound, Mo Yao's upright figure paused after meeting Wen Yu, and then walked towards his black car, put away his umbrella and sat in.

There were complex emotions in the man's eyes, and his heart was pounding crazily, making the ominous feeling in his heart more and more intense.Bai Qiancheng finally took out his mobile phone, and found Mo Yao in the contact column in the text message.

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