391. Song Beibei just wanted him to vent his anger, even if it was on himself

Mu Lan's illness has not yet recovered, looks Pale.

But at this moment has calmed down a lot, but the eyes still have a trace of indelible pain.

Mu Lan seemed to have sunk into some sort of memory. "actually, back then, I really hated him to the extreme. That was because back then, I valued the friendship between Xiao Wei more than anything else. That was the most extravagant thing that I had ever had. I felt that I felt that everything I had had been destroyed by him. If I had not been pregnant back then, I definitely would not have married him. "

Mu Lan's eyes sparkled with tears. "But Pei Shan has been really good to me all his life. He has always been accommodating to me. And just like that, more than half of his life has passed. Now that he's gone, my heart is empty. The bits and pieces of us that have been together for the past thirty years have always lingered in my mind. His things are all at home. The clothes in the closet, the books he likes to read by the bedside, everything is intact. Why did he just disappear just like that? "

Song Beibei knew that Mu Lan was upset.

Life and death were more important than anything else. No matter what happened between them, no matter how the marriage began.

But it had been like this for more than thirty years.

More than ten thousand days and nights, the little bit of feelings that they had spent together day and night had long been fused into their bone marrow.

Song Beibei could do nothing but accompany her and comfort her.

Xiao Xintong stood beside Mu Lan and held mu Lan's hand. "Grandma, GRANDPA didn't leave us. GRANDPA just became the stars in the sky. Every night, he would look at us and accompany us. "

Xin Tong's childish and serious words seemed to give some comfort to Mu Lan.

She Patted Xin Tong's head. "Thank you, Xin Tong. You're a little angel. "

It was already night when they returned from the cemetery.

Gu Yanqing had not rested for three days.

Song Beibei knew that he was very tired, but she also knew that he was very sad.

Gu Yanqing was like this. The more sad he was, the more emotionless he was.

Compared to Mu Lan, Song Beibei was more worried about Gu Yanqing.

Mu Lan had already cried. The grief and pain in her heart needed tears to unbridled liberation.

However, Gu Yanqing was a cause for concern.

His behavior was too normal.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

He was able to consider those trivial matters thoroughly.

And during this period of time, in Song Beibei's eyes, he was like a robot.

Everything was calculated in an orderly manner.

But he had forgotten to calculate himself.

Song Beibei was actually very worried.

Gu Yanqing had not slept for three days. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

He looked like he had lost a lot of weight.

Although he still looked well-dressed, Song Beibei felt sorry for him.

At night, Gu Yanqing still had a lot of things to deal with.

Although Peishan group had declared bankruptcy, it still left a mess behind.

Some of the original shareholders of the company came to Gu Yanqing when they could not find Xiao Wei.

To be honest, Gu Yanqing did not own any shares of the company.

In nature, these things had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, Song Beibei still held 20% of peishan group's shares.

After the group of people left.

The entire Xiao family quieted down.

The air was filled with sadness.

Song Beibei quietly walked into the study room. She saw Gu Yanqing taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Song Beibei walked behind Gu Yanqing and reached out to massage his shoulder. "Are you tired? "

Gu Yanqing placed a hand on the back of Song Beibei's hand and patted it. "Is Xin Tong Asleep? "

Song Beibei said, "Xin Tong is already asleep. You should go rest too. "

Gu Yanqing said, "I still have some things to take care of. You should go back to your room first. "

Song Beibei's voice was filled with stubbornness. "If you don't sleep today, I'll stay here to accompany you. "

Gu Yanqing glanced at Song Beibei.

Song Beibei's eyes were red and swollen from crying. These past few days, she had also been running around and doing a lot of things. She had also been doing her best to take care of Mu Lan.

Gu Yanqing could also tell that she was very tired.

Gu Yanqing sighed. "Then let's go back to your room. "

After returning to the room, Song Beibei said, "I'll get you some bath water. Take a good bath to relax. "

Song Beibei turned around and went to the bathroom.

When Song Beibei came out of the bathroom, Gu Yanqing had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Gu Yanqing looked really tired.

He didn't even take off his clothes and shoes. He just fell asleep on the bed.

Although he slept very soundly, he didn't seem to be in a stable state.

The space between his brows was tightly furrowed.

Song Beibei carefully took off Gu Yanqing's shoes and coat. She opened the blanket and covered Gu Yanqing.

She also slept beside Gu Yanqing and gently hugged his waist.

It seemed like it had been a long time since she had hugged Gu Yanqing to sleep like this.

Ever since Xiao Peishan's accident, Gu Yanqing had spent most of his time in the hospital.

Even when he came back at night, it was already very late.

Therefore, Song Beibei knew that even though Gu Yanqing did not like this father on the surface.

But in his heart, he still regarded them as very important people.

Zhong Junjie once said that children from the orphanage cared more about family ties than anyone else.

Song Beibei hugged Gu Yanqing's waist and fell asleep.

However, she suddenly woke up.

Song Beibei instinctively reached out to touch the wall. It was empty.

Where was Gu Yanqing?

Song Beibei instantly woke up.

Then, Song Beibei saw the clock on the wall.

It was three o'clock in the morning.

Where would Gu Yanqing go at this time?

Song Beibei suddenly became anxious.

She looked around and saw a sound on the balcony.

Song Beibei felt relieved.

But when she saw Gu Yanqing's back, she felt a sense of loneliness.

Song Beibei's heart felt heavy again.

She lifted the blanket, got up, and stepped on the thick carpet without making a sound.

Song Beibei walked in that direction.

She didn't disturb Gu Yanqing.

Instead, she stood two meters behind Gu Yanqing silently.

Song Beibei saw a red dot between Gu Yanqing.

It flickered in the dark light.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco.

However, Gu Yanqing didn't seem to smoke.

He only lit a cigarette and watched it burn at his fingertips.

One of his arms was propped up on the balcony. He looked into the distance, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Song Beibei felt extremely uncomfortable.

Because she knew that Gu Yanqing must be feeling extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

Gu Yanqing didn't smoke when he was sad. He was especially sad that he had the chance to smoke.

But when he was extremely sad, he would light up a cigarette just like he was doing now. He wouldn't smoke and just watch it burn at his fingertips.

Song Beibei had discovered Gu Yanqing's little hobby a long time ago.

Song Beibei was silent for a while, but she still walked over.

She hugged him tightly from behind. "Gu Yanqing, don't be like this. If you're sad, you can vent it out. I feel really bad when you're like this. "

Before Song Beibei could finish, she started to cry.

Gu Yanqing's body was stiff. He didn't move or speak.

Song Beibei walked in front of Gu Yanqing and pushed him. "What are you sad about? Tell me. Don't bear it and keep it to yourself. I'm your wife. If you cry, yell and vent it out, you'll get better. "

Gu Yanqing's lips curled up. "Beibei, I want to cry too, but I just can't bring myself to cry. "

Gu Yanqing's expression made her heart ache.

Song Beibei had no choice. She pounced on Gu Yanqing and kissed him hard.

Gu Yanqing was a little confused at first, but then he started to push Song Beibei away. "Beibei, don't be like this. I'm not in the mood. "

Song Beibei only wanted him to vent his anger, even if it was on her.

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