two-way mark

Yan Cheng returned to his original life again, except that Chi Xiye occasionally appeared to talk to him and then disappeared suddenly, nothing changed.

The news of Chi Xiye's death had been spread, but no one knew the cause of death, and no one dared to investigate. All kinds of rumors were rampant, but there was no more than one conclusion - it was Yan Cheng who killed him. It's killing me.

These rumors reached Yan Cheng's ears through Xiao Chen's mouth, Xiao Chen asked him if he wanted to deal with it, Yan Cheng shook his head and said: Forget it.

Xiao Chen didn't know much about this matter, although he felt sorry in his heart, it had nothing to do with him, and it was inconvenient to ask. He nodded and was about to leave when he heard Yan Cheng whisper: I was the one who killed him .

Xiao Chen shivered for no reason, pretended he didn't hear anything, and walked away with his head down.

The rumors were not controlled by anyone, and the more they spread, the more they became more and more powerful, and once again confirmed Yan Cheng's reputation as the king of hell. This is not a good thing, but Yan Cheng has no time to deal with it, because he is busy with another matter.

The date of Chi Xiye's funeral has been set, 20 days later.

Once the date was set, all that remained to be decided was the location of the cemetery.

At this time, the person in charge of the funeral company was sitting in the living room, and Yan Cheng was sitting opposite her. On the table between the two of them were a few photos and a few albums.

The person in charge is Beta, a woman in her 40s who is nearly 50 years old. Her long hair is all combed up and tied into a neat bun at the back of her head. She is wearing a black suit with trousers. She is neither humble nor overbearing in front of Yan Cheng, keeping a proper distance feel.

The person in charge has also heard the rumors in recent days, so he is not surprised to see Yan Cheng who is neatly dressed and expressionless, but just curious why Yan Cheng must invite her to his home to talk, and what is even more strange is that , obviously the other person is no longer there, yet this house still retains traces of the lives of the two.

But once she got to the point, she quickly got into the mood, suppressed all her curiosity, and turned a photo and text description to face Yan Cheng: "Mr. Yan, this place is exactly opposite to your house. "

Yan Cheng took a look at the photo, it was surrounded by woods and mountains, and there was a small lake behind.

Chi Xiye also likes to run to the woods and lakes when he usually goes to play solemnly, so he might like this environment.

Yan Cheng felt that the environment was good, but when he heard the person in charge's words, he paused and asked, "Relatively?"

"Yes." The person in charge pointed to the location, then pulled out a map of the Mocheng area prepared in advance, and circled two places on the map with a red marker, "Although there is still a distance, this There are no high-rise buildings in this distance, and Mr. Yan's house is on the highest floor, so if you look from the window, you can still vaguely see the location of the cemetery."

The person in charge's company only undertakes funeral work for the upper class. After seeing many people, he naturally knows that the rich love to do face-saving work and value their reputation more than anything else, so he said: "I think Mr. Yan and Mr. Chi agree. Deep affection, even if Mr. Chi has..." She paused, and continued: "But we can still look at each other from afar, so as to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

But to her surprise, Yan Cheng, who had just looked at the photos with a satisfied expression, changed his expression suddenly after hearing her words, and stared at the map, almost staring at the map out of a hole.

The person in charge couldn't help thinking: Could it be that the relationship between these two people has become so bad that Yan Cheng doesn't even do face-saving work?But she deliberately found someone to inquire about the previous wedding, and the insiders said that Yan Cheng was as gentle in front of Chi Xiye as if he had changed someone else?

She frowned indistinctly. In any case, Yan Cheng's reaction was already telling her that her game of chess was wrong, but the words had already been spoken and could not be taken back. If Yan Cheng was dissatisfied, she could only find a way to get rid of it. Remedy elsewhere.

But Yan Cheng didn't show any dissatisfaction, he simply turned the photo back and said, "Don't be opposite, find someone..."

Yan Cheng paused for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was much lower, as if he didn't want to say it, but he had to say it: "Let's find a place where he can't see me... the environment is similar to this, he likes it."

The person in charge was thinking quickly. After Yan Cheng opened his mouth, she quickly found a cemetery that met the requirements, introduced it to Yan Cheng in detail, and finally emphasized: "This place is relatively far away, close to the suburbs, and the straight road section here. There are many tall buildings in the area, and the view will be blocked.”

"Okay." Yan Cheng almost sighed in response, turned his head and didn't want to look any further, "Then let's go here."

The next step was to go through the contract procedures. There was a printer in Yan Cheng's study, and he was about to take the person in charge upstairs to print, but when he got up, he accidentally bumped the leg of the table.

The red marker pen used by the person in charge has not been covered, and the marker pen will roll to the edge of the table when the table is moved.

Yan Cheng subconsciously reached out to pick it up, just in time to grab the tip of the pen, and the marker marked a clear red dot on his palm.

Yan Cheng didn't care much, he casually put the marker back, and glanced at his palm when the contract was printed, a certain idea flashed through his mind like lightning, but the speed was too fast, he missed it, That thought had disappeared without a trace.

After the contract was printed, the person in charge signed it first, and Yan Cheng also signed his name after confirming that there was no problem.

The person in charge couldn't hold back when he left. He stood at the porch and looked back at the house. It was decorated in black, white and gray tones, but there were ornaments of various colors.

From the time she came in to the time she left, she didn't see a single cat, but there were all kinds of cat toys, and the food tray was still full of cat food.

Now there are slippers of another owner at her feet.

The person in charge felt weird in his heart, and couldn't figure out for a moment whether Yan Cheng loved Chi Xiye or not.

But if love, why find an invisible cemetery?

As soon as the person in charge left, Fu Rong called Yan Cheng and asked him how the funeral arrangements were going.

Yan Cheng said: "It's all set up just now." He gave an address, "It will be held in 20 days, and I will announce it after a while."

"Huh?" Fu Rong asked, "Why did it take so long? It's almost a month now, right?"

Yan Cheng let out a "hmm", glanced at the calendar on the table, he circled a certain day a few days later, and circled the day of the funeral with a pen, "It's almost summer, let him Let's go in summer, it's not that cold, and... summer is quite suitable for him."

There is no season more suitable for the hot and sincere Chi Xiye than summer.

Fu Rong didn't say anything, and seemed to agree with Yan Cheng's statement, and asked again: "Do you really not need my help?"

"No need." Yan Cheng glanced at the calendar again, tapped his fingertips on the table twice irregularly, "Don't come to me before the funeral, and don't call me."

Fu Rong became vigilant in an instant, and quickly asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do?" Yan Cheng said, "I just want to stay at home for 20 days and be alone for a while."

Fu Rong asked: "Really?"

"Then what else?" Yan Cheng said, "How can I do anything, I can't miss his funeral."

Fu Rong thought about it and thought it was the same, and said a few words with concern before hanging up the phone.

Yan Cheng put the phone on the table, and when he looked up, he found Chi Xiye sitting in front of him shaking his feet.

"Xiaochi." Yan Cheng said, "Sorry for delaying your funeral for so long."

Chi Xiye shook his head.

Yan Cheng smiled, and said again: "But I have something that must be done before the funeral, so I can only postpone your funeral."

"I went to check and got the report of the longest rejection period, which can end just before the funeral." Yan Cheng said: "At that time, everyone will be able to smell the smell of our marriage, and they will know that I love you. How are you?"

Chi Xiye didn't say yes or no, but just looked at Yan Cheng quietly, and then left again.