Cheng Shao's Apex Gummy Candy

Mother Cheng stood on the stage and bowed to the people below, with smiles on her brows and eyes.

She rarely wore a red dress today, and she looked very festive.

Standing beside Cheng's mother, Cheng Tianze and Liang Yishu announced their engagement in front of so many high-class people and the reporters arranged below, and it became a fact.

Liang Yishu smiled sweetly the whole time, snuggling up beside Cheng Tianze, aching like a bird clinging to someone.

But under Cheng Tianze's high eyebrows, those deep black eyes were indifferent, as if he was a person who stayed out of the matter, and his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

But in fact, he had already scanned around the crowd, but he didn't see Yin Qian.

Maybe he was just being self-indulgent.

She didn't even bother to come, how could she still think of stopping it?
Yin Qian hugged the dead Yin Zhenxing and cried non-stop until her throat became hoarse, her eyes were dry and red and swollen, her tears could not come out, her voice could not come out, and she sat on the bedside like a corpse with her eyes out of focus.

"Miss Yin, Mr. Yin has passed away, please arrange his funeral."

After the nurses found out, they came to remind Yin Qian.

When a person dies, he can no longer stay in the hospital ward, and must be taken out quickly.

Yin Qian turned her head slowly, looking at the nurse like a marionette on a string.

The nurse was startled by her gloomy eyes, but she was more sympathetic. There were too many births, old ages, illnesses and deaths in the hospital, and they were still so easy to touch after seeing so much.

"Miss Yin, there is no way, the hospital's regulations, if the patient has died."

The nurse is still persuading.

I don't know if it was the word death that stimulated Yin Qian, she came back to her senses in an instant and interrupted the nurse's words.

"I see, let's go now."

She knew that she was alone, and she had no relatives, no reason, and no one to rely on.

Looking down at the dead Yin Zhenxing, he will never open his eyes again, look at Yin Qian, and never smile at her again.

I will never say it again, I hope Sissy is happy.

Whether it is voice, eyes, or concern, there is nothing left.

Yin Qian's eyes were empty and lifeless, and it took a lot of effort to drag Yin Zhenxing to the wheelchair without letting anyone in the hospital touch him or let them help.

Pushing the wheelchair like this, he left the hospital straight away.

The rain outside stopped at some point, as if the pouring rain was just a dream, as if Yin Zhenxing was still alive and everything was Yin Qian's illusion.

She stood at the entrance of the hospital, leaning on a wheelchair, looking at the wet puddles on the ground, and the people coming and going. She was like a drop in the ocean, completely lost in the crowd, too small for the world.

And the small she can only be like the duckweed floating on the sea, without a home, she will never reach the shore.

She stepped down the steps, Yiyin pushed Yin Zhenxing back to the humble little house where they used to live, and put on the shroud for him.

I contacted a family of funeral services, until Yin Zhenxing was cremated and became a pile of ashes in Yin Qian's jar.

She and Yin Zhenxing no longer have any relatives, and they did not have to wait for three days before being cremated as usual.

In just one day, Yin Zhenxing was cremated, and he also burned a lot of green chrysanthemums for him to take to his mother.

Yin Qian held the urn and walked out slowly. Her mind was blank and she had stopped thinking.

She didn't even know where she should go, she just exclaimed and stared blankly ahead, not even looking at Yin.

A car drove over and almost ran into Yin Qian who suddenly walked to the middle of the road. She braked suddenly, and the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground was heard, but Yin Qian still couldn't get her attention. She still moved her feet slowly. Go forward.

"Looking for death! What a bad luck!"

The driver poked his head out of the window, cursing.

Yin Qian tightly held the urn in her hand, for fear that if she accidentally slipped her hand, it would fall to the ground, and Yin Zhenxing's last trace would not be retained.

Walking to a place beside Yin, she was caught by something. She staggered and fell forward. She was startled, afraid that the urn would be broken, so she hugged her tightly and landed on her back. She lay down directly. Wept bitterly on the ground.

There was a drizzle of rain in the sky, and on the ground that had not been fully seen through, one could see it falling drop by drop.

Yin Qian lay looking up at the sky, muttering to herself: "Dad, do you know? From now on, I'm really only one person!"

She never expected to be like other families, with father and mother, grandpa and grandma. She only hoped that the only living Yin Zhenxing could live a long life by her side.

As long as she works hard enough, she can get a better life and cure Yin Zhenxing.

But God, even such a humble and small wish would not let her come true.

Who will feel sorry for her?
Who would want her to be happy from the bottom of their hearts?
No more, never again.

Yin Qian closed her eyes, letting the hot tears, mixed with the cold rain, fall from the corners of her eyes.

She struggled to get up from the ground, even though she was covered in mud, she didn't care too much, as long as the urn in her arms was safe and sound.

By the time she was drenched in the rain and returned to the cramped rented room, she was already drenched.

She carefully placed Yin Zhenxing's urn on the table, stared at it for a while, then turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower, then sat on the bed, and called the company.

"Hello, is this the HR department?"

Yin Qian's voice was hoarse like a drake's voice, very unpleasant.

"I'm Yin Qian from the project department, have you received the resignation letter?"

The person in charge of the marketing department on the other end of the phone received the resignation letter and was still holding it in his hand, "I received it, but Director Yin, you"

Director Yin of the marketing department is quite a position. Although their marketing department is only responsible for personnel transfer and recruitment and resignation, they are still very curious as to why they are about to resign suddenly without warning.

Yin Qian's black and white eyes were dead silent, "Please leave it to Mr. Cheng, and I won't go to the company."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for the person over there to reply.

Taking a deep breath, she threw the phone aside and looked down again. Cheng Tianze had made several calls before.

It kept popping up all the time when it was turned on, but Yin Qian lost all thoughts of connecting.

He has done such a great job, knowing that Yin Zhenxing is so seriously ill, but he still drives Yin Zhenxing out of VIP disease.

Now that Yin Zhenxing is dead, isn't that just what he wants?

This will call, but to confirm that Yin Zhenxing is dead, right?
She laughed almost self-deprecatingly, the louder she laughed, but she laughed and cried again.

She only felt that her feelings were as uncomfortable as being fed to a dog. She still had compassion, pity and caring as a person.

But what about Cheng Tianze?

As soon as she thought of this person, her emotions seemed to be swept up by a tornado, and she couldn't tell what it was like. She should have hated him thoroughly, hated his heartless indifference, hated his playing with emotions.