President's Substitute Wife

Chapter 173

I look at the speaker.

Two young women, strange faces.

I didn't think about anything. I went over and said, "crying is for the living. Nothing is as filial as when people are alive!"

The two men didn't seem to think that I would go to meet each other head-on.

All Leng for a while, one of them said, "how filial are you when you are alive? What have you done? "

"Yes! I heard you took a house from Mrs. Qin! And shares! "

"Yes, if she gave me these, I would be filial."

Two women, you say a word, I say a word.

When we had a quarrel, everyone looked over.

Qin Zhaozhi immediately came in and said to me with a black face, "what's the noise! Do you know where this is! It's your grandmother's memorial service

"I know." I looked at the two women. "Who is this? Any dog or cat can come to my grandmother's memorial service? "

"Cat and dog? You're the cat and the dog The two women were angry.

One of them said to Qin Zhaozhi, "aunt, I only came here because of my uncle's face."

"Well, I'll kick her out."

Qin Zhaozhi smiles at the two women, and then says to me, "get out of here! Don't make trouble for me here

I don't understand. According to this term, these two women are the younger generation, and Qin Zhaozhi is the elder.

How can Qin Zhaozhi treat them so well?

But, after all, this is Grandma's memorial service.

Grandma is lying there. I don't want to be quiet when she's dead.

I white two women one eye, still went out. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

After going out, Qin Zhaozhi sorted out the signature book and said without looking up, "Qin Jiaqi, when my mother was alive, she was the only one who recognized you as the Qin family. We just didn't refuse because of our affection. Now that my mother is dead, you are no longer the Qin family."

"You think I'm rare? I've always felt that grandma is my family. " I finished, walked forward two steps, thought of something, returned and said, "I came back on the day of burial, and it was the last time I came."

This meeting, Qin Zhaozhi just looked up at me, the eyes are a little complicated.

I agreed with her and left.

I went out with my bag. When I went out, I saw Ji Zhaoming's car parked there. The man was standing beside the car.

See me, smile.

As I approached, my heart was full of depression. Originally, I didn't want to say anything, but when I thought of Ji Zhaoming's sending me, I was waiting for me so long.

I hesitated and said, "thank you."

Ji Zhaoming seems to have found something strange about me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing..."

I look down and my mind is full of Qin CI who I saw at the last glance.

She was lying there like that. She seemed to be asleep. How could she not wake up?

When I was confused, I heard Ji Zhaoming say, "come on, I'll take you to a place."

He said, without waiting for my reaction, he pushed me to the car.

Start the car.

About a few hours later.

When the car arrived at the door of a small courtyard, he took out the key, pressed a remote control on it, and the iron door opened slowly.

He drove the car in.

Stop.

I got out of the car and took my wrist to the house in the courtyard.

Maybe I haven't recovered from Qin Ci's death. He is sitting on a series of things, and I don't have the consciousness of resistance.

Until he opened the door of the house.

It was dark inside.

He pulled me to go in, and I started to fight.

It's dark in the room. I'm afraid of such a space!

However, Ji Zhaoming didn't mean to let me go. He was so strong that he dragged me in all of a sudden!

"Ah

The next second I go in, the man just closes the door.

With a "click", my heart suddenly began to fear, fear.

I can't help shaking.

I even think that Ji Qingxuan has told me before that Ji Zhaoming is not a good man. Let me stay away from him.

I began to regret not listening to Ji Qingxuan.

Standing in the same place, I dare not even move.

When I was in despair, I was suddenly held by a pair of powerful arms.

I panicked and subconsciously tried to push him away.

The next second, I heard a gentle voice from a man in the dark over my head, "now no one can see you. There's only you here. If you want to cry, just cry. Don't try to be brave."

This sentence, this voice seems to have magic power in general!

I calmed down in an instant.

The faint smell of disinfectant on the man penetrated into my nose and made me settle down inexplicably.I stood still, just feeling Ji Zhaoming's gentle embrace. His hand fell on my back and said, "everyone has people who care, and there are fragile times. I can't see or hear anything. There's only you here..."

It's just me.

I know it's a self deception.

But my heart is broken at this moment!

I open my hands and hold Ji Zhaoming, tears fall.

I didn't say anything. I just held him and cried.

But his head is full of all kinds of emotions. He was born in an orphanage and looked down upon. He was hurt by Ji Qingxuan. Lu Qiaoyu, who was really good to me, died and Qin CI left.

All kinds of feelings, all the sadness mixed together.

In this dark room to vent, from standing to sitting.

I don't know how long I cried. I only know that my voice became hoarse and my eyes became swollen. Finally, I fell asleep in the faint smell of disinfectant.

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once again, there was light around. I touched my mobile phone and took a look at the time.

It was 4:37 p.m. on the day of the memorial service.

"Where is this..."

I got up and looked out of the window.

All kinds of flowers and plants are planted outside. It looks like a small yard.

Courtyard

Only then did I realize that I was still in the dark house, but at this time, the dark curtains had been opened, releasing the whole house from the darkness.

There is a pair of white slippers in front of the bed.

I went out with the door open.

Seeing Ji Zhaoming lying on the sofa in the living room, his eyes closed, but he was still wearing glasses with an English book on his body.

From the living room, you can see a white shirt hanging in the yard.

I remember that I had a lot of runny nose when I was crying. I was so emotional that I seemed to rub it on the man's shirt

I can't help but feel embarrassed at the thought.

I went back to the house, took the thin blanket I had just covered, and crept to Ji Zhaoming's side.

Squat down.

Listen to the man's nasal breath, gently cover him with a thin blanket.

Looking at Ji Zhaoming quietly, he is much older than me, but his skin is good, leaving little trace of age.

His glasses gently on the bridge of his nose, it seems to slide down, and I gently hold the corner of the mirror, take off the glasses for him.