Time and you are my fault

The next day.

Chu Yi suffered from insomnia all night, and her face looked haggard.

She painted herself a light makeup to cover up the tiredness between her brows, and then started making cakes.

Today is not only her birthday, but also her mother Qiao Shiyue's birthday.

Simple white cake with two lines written in chocolate sauce.

happy birthday mom.

Dried flowers are decorated in the upper right corner.

Chewie put the cake into a transparent box, went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of pink tulips, and then headed towards the cemetery.

30 years ago, under the leadership of Qiao Shiyue, the Chu family established a firm foothold in the imperial capital, and then Chu Liantian moved all the graves of the Chu family's ancestors to the suburban cemetery.

Qiao Shiyue, as the original wife, has been buried in the Chu family cemetery.

The wind in the cemetery is always cooler than other places.

But Chu Yi felt that a place with Qiao Shiyue would be extremely warm.

Walking in with a bouquet of flowers and a cake, I ran into a cemetery administrator on the way.

Chu Yi often came to visit Qiao Shiyue, and the administrator recognized her.

He greeted warmly, "Xiao Chu, I'm here to see my mother again."

"Well, hello, Uncle Wang." Chu Yi responded gently with a smile.

"Good boy, it happens that your mother's friend is also worshiping inside, so you should be able to meet him as soon as possible."

Chu Yi said goodbye and left, but she was confused, mother's friend?

Few people know that mother likes to celebrate lunar birthdays, who could it be?
Crossing a large area of ​​trees and stone monuments, Chu Yi saw two figures standing not far away at the corner, and stopped for a moment.

A wave of anger grew from the bottom of her heart, prompting her to go forward and drive those two away.

But as soon as she took a step, she stopped.

With a second thought, he detoured behind the bushes on the other side.

The location there is hidden, but the conversation between the two people in front can be clearly heard.

Chu Yi held her breath and stood behind the bushes, looking at Feng Xiu's mother and daughter through the gap, the hatred in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Mom, here are the flowers and flowers, let's go quickly, it feels gloomy here." Chu Xian urged, rubbing her bare arms, and looked around nervously.

Feng Xiu was dressed in a black cheongsam, but she didn't have any extra expressions on her face, "Everyone is dead, what are you afraid of doing with her?"

"Mom, you too, why do you want to pay homage to this woman for father? If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have to bear that ugly reputation."

Chu Xian stared dissatisfied at the woman's smiling face on the tombstone, only to find that face extremely glaring.

"I have to do a full set of acting. After all, I am sleeping with her husband now, occupying the country she has conquered, and worshiping it. I don't lose anything."

When Feng Xiu spoke, there was a contemptuous smile in his tone.

Chu Yi seemed to be unable to bear the anger in her heart anymore, and just as she was about to get out of the bushes, Feng Xiu suddenly changed her tone.

A hatred of jealousy to the bone.

"But Qiao Shiyue, you should be clean even if you don't die. Not only do you leave a scoundrel in the eye, Chu Liantian even has something to do with the password of the safe!"

"I shouldn't have been merciful in the first place, and sent you both, big and small, away!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the bouquet of flowers standing on the tombstone crashed—falling to the ground in one fell swoop.

Chu Yuan was taken aback and backed away again and again.

"Mom...Mom, let's go! Stop talking!"

Feng Xiu's eyes seemed to be red, and she stared at the smiling woman in the photo, "Angry? If you have the ability, you can climb up and drag me down! Otherwise, just stay in that little box of yours! You are defeated!"

The temperature of the air seems to be cooler than before.

The wind blows, and the coldness penetrates to the bone.

Feng Xiu's mother and daughter left for a long time before Chu Yi came out from behind the bushes.

With an extremely pale face, she stood in front of Qiao Shiyue's tombstone.

Feng Xiu's words just now were still echoing in his mind.

Feng Xiu said that at the beginning, the big and the small should be sent away together... What does this mean?
A conclusion appeared in Chu Yi's mind that she dared not continue to think about...

She looked at her mother's face on the tombstone.

Qiao Shiyue was very beautiful, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and curved eyebrows when she smiled.

As the breeze eased, Chu Yi leaned over to pick up the white roses brought by Feng Xiu, and she placed her bouquet and cake in front of the tombstone.

For a long time, she just quietly looked at the woman in the photo without speaking.

When she turned to leave, she finally spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Mom, happy birthday."

The green leaves of the tulips swayed gently in the wind, as if responding to her words.

talking about...

'Happy birthday to Yiyi too. '

When Chuy left the cemetery, she threw the bouquet of white roses into the trash can.

Feng Xiu is not worthy to pay homage to her mother, and the mother and daughter have no good intentions at all.

It's just that Chu Yi feels very uncomfortable now, and Feng Xiu's words are like a thorn buried deep in her heart.

As long as she thinks about it, she will feel an indescribable pain.

……

Hengzong Group has been shrouded in a low air pressure since early in the morning, and everyone has noticed that the boss is in a bad mood today.

The fact that Director Lin was pushed down from the high platform by the president's wife when he was inspecting the centennial celebration venue has now spread widely in the group.

Everyone is guessing, is the boss in a bad mood because he feels sorry for Director Lin?

When Tezhu Wang entered, he was choked by the smoke in the office.

The room was not ventilated, the windows were not open, and there was lingering smoke everywhere.

Wang Tezhu reported the matter bravely, and added, "Mr. Zong, the diamond ring you ordered arrives at Schroeder's main store at [-]:[-] p.m., should they deliver it or should I pick it up?"

The man on the leather chair finally showed some expression, and took a puff of the cigarette held between his fingers.

Blue smoke spewed out from the mouth and nose, "I'll get it myself."

The corners of Wang Tezhu's lips were stiff, and he didn't dare to ask, so he left with the document in his arms.

After leaving the office, Wang Tezhu clicked on the wechat interface of the president's wife, but didn't send a word for a long time.

A while ago, the situation that was finally brought back by the wife of the president started to slacken again.

And as a special assistant, he couldn't figure out what the boss was thinking at the moment.

This ring...is it possible to use it to appease Director Lin?