C313 Don't You Ever Think of Me

"Ah, thank you." Ann Qianxi said as she took a piece of cake.

Ye Yuni smiled indifferently. "Why are you being so polite to me?"

"How are you doing with the towel?"

Ann Qianxi thought for a moment. She still wanted to get the question back to its original location. After all, it had to be that way.

"It's settled." Ye Yuni lowered her head. "The towel told me that every one of them has a chance to be forgiven."

"Really?" Ann Qianxi asked.

"Really." Ye Yuni didn't look like she was lying, so she didn't say anything else.

No matter what, it was best as long as they could make up. Ann Qianxi was more willing to see Deng Yujin and Ye Yuni make up than anyone else because Ye Yuni was her best friend.

Ye Yuni acted like she was a mind-reader as she said to Ann Qianxi, "Alright, don't worry, we will be fine. But you, you are the dignified CEO of Chi's, Chi Shaojun. Why didn't you tell me such a big piece of news?"

"Aiya, it's not that important." Ann Qianxi turned her head and was pulled back by Ye Yuni. "Just tell me, how did you guys start?" But now, Ye Yuni had just experienced the pain of losing her family members, so she obviously wouldn't have the usual joking tone. This situation wasn't suitable for a joke.

The gloomiest places in the city belonged to these few places. First, it was Jing An's villa area's sky-high tombs. The prices there varied, marking the different tombs at different prices.

The dead here are happier than the living, because they feel they have the price of land for which the same kind of living people competed — as high as the cost of a villa not far away.

The dead in Jing'an villa area were happier than when they were alive, because they could only enjoy the flowers and plants when they were dead.

Others were less fortunate. They were usually crowded in a corner of a wall, and some of the children who came to see the old man would go crazy looking for tombstones, and finally complain, "It's so tiresome looking for tombstones and treasure!

On the other side, in the high-end apartment in Ottawa, the price of the cemetery had already far surpassed the first two.

Ye Yuni's father was currently sitting in the spacious living room with the expensive lamp above his head. Ye Yuni's father had a hobby of buying lamps and was especially interested and obsessed with imported lamps.

Ye Yuni's father was sitting in the living room with a lifeless expression on his face and a layer of dark clouds hanging over his head.

No one knew what Ye Yuni's father was thinking. He was staring at the medieval European painting in front of him with the expression of someone looking at a ghost in a painting, or perhaps thinking that a luxury watch in a luxury shop had been stolen by another rich man.

The living room looked like a lonely and empty grave.

Ye Yuni sat in a nearby chair, opening her lawyer's papers, plotting her mother's inheritance, drinking her coffee from time to time. Her face looked calm, at least for now, without any ripples.

Even though she was discussing it with Ann Qianxi on WeChat or MSN a few hours ago, "If you don't say anything about Chi Shaojun, I'll cut out your ear and mix it with garlic and stir-fry." Ann Qianxi quickly replied, "Your rhetoric is both terrifying and vivid."

For a family like hers, spending money as little as possible was a habit of ordinary people. It had become a habit when she used top quality goods, but when she faced Ann Qianxi and the university student, who had become even more unassuming at the time, Ye Yuni had completely conquered the group of women.

And now, like the river water every night, Ye Yuni's expression was hot and pale.

Ye Yuni's father, wearing a loose robe, staggered over and grabbed Ye Yuni by her hair. His voice was like a lump of cotton stuck in her veins. He roared at Ye Yuni, "Your mother just died and you came here to study the inheritance. You forced your mother to death, you bitch!"

Ye Yuni's hair was being pulled, her eyes were rolling up like a corpse, and her youthful and vigorous face was now extremely ugly. She looked at her father, who was like a madman, with eyes full of hatred and calmness.

Ye Yuni's father was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, like a dark devil, gloating: "Very good, you are more green than I thought, your father would be very pleased to see you like this, I hate to be thrown into the sea to feed fish!"

Ye Yuni's first battle with her mother had been a signature slogan.

It could also be said that the secret buried by Ye Yuni's mother for so many years was finally going to ferment over time. In a flash, huge leaves and leaves sprouted out and densely covered Ye Yuni's life like hair.

Flesh and blood are just the beginning.

Only when one's soul was shattered would it be interesting.

Life is like this, often when people are most difficult to face, God always has a way to make it worse.

Even if the living conditions were good, living in a bigger house, enjoying the flow of material desires, the core of life would not change just because of one's quantity of material. It always had the ability to make a hole in anyone.

The summer came in a rush, after dozens of heavy rains.

Every morning was filled with thunder and lightning.

It rained heavily one after another. Dark clouds were floating above the city, but Ann Qianxi really liked this kind of weather. It was like stepping on cotton when she was in a dream. She couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

There was a puddle of water on the ground of the rain-washed city, and on it floated a flurry of paper flyers. "Achieving your Star Dream in ten minutes, only ninety-nine yuan," they said.

"The one hundred thousand down payment will help you complete your dream." These sweet and hypocritical lies supported one man after another who had failed in a bustling metropolis, and emboldened them to remain in this sinful and luxurious city.

When there was no rain in the sky of a big city, it was enveloped by a continuous high temperature. Air conditioning filled the entire city, including air conditioning, the internet, crazy flow of goods, and the rolling city of the stock market, along with a series of white-hot enterprises that were annexed, frantically and endlessly staged in the big city.

After a rainstorm, the entire city's summer passed.