The wisdom and courage of Meng Qingge to make this choice, which makes Monika a little impressed.
"Well, after all the characters in the play are settled, we can sign the contract." There was a faint smile on Monica''s face, but in a flash, "go home and study the script."
"Good." Meng Qingge nodded.
Back at the villa, I saw Ji Wanzhou sleeping on the sofa in the hall.
Meng Qingge frowned and wanted to ask Wang Ma to cover him with a blanket, but he didn''t see the shadow of Wang ma. Maybe he was busy!
So Meng Qingge went to the master bedroom on the second floor, took a blanket and covered it on the body of Ji Wanzhou.
As soon as the blanket fell on him, Ji Wanzhou woke up and opened his eyes to see Meng Qingge covering him with a smile on his face.
Meng Qingge quickly closed her hand and picked her eyebrows. "Wang Ma doesn''t know where she went."
Turn around to go, but was Ji Wanzhou get up, hold the wrist, drag into the arms.
Meng Qingge slightly twisted eyebrows, some unhappy, about to break out, but heard the faint voice of the season evening boat in the ear.
"What''s up tomorrow morning?"
Meng Qingge Leng Leng, this tone how to sound, a little sad? "There are no plans at the moment."
"Then go with me to a place." Ji Wanzhou hugged her and smelled her.
"No Meng Qingge''s eyebrows twisted again, holding too tight ah, "loose, I''m going upstairs."
Season evening boat does not loosen, also does not speak, so will her in the arms.
The more she struggled, the tighter he held.
"Is that enough?" Meng Qingge''s face sank.
But this time, season evening boat is not as usual, Meng Qingge a angry, he will obediently let her go.
The two of them were in a standoff.
Finally, Meng Qingge was defeated and sighed, "where to go?"
"Sweep the graves of my mother and brother." Season evening boat''s voice this just rang up again, "tomorrow is their death day."
Meng Qingge Leng Leng, "you still have a brother?"
Ji Wanzhou buried her head in her neck socket, closed her eyes, and her tone was full of sadness, "when my mother died, my brother was in her stomach."
Meng Qingge pursed her lips. After a while, she said, "I''m sorry."
Ji Wanzhou wryly laughed, "it''s not you who killed them. What kind of apology do you say?"
Meng Qingge immediately turned a white eye in his heart, "what time in the morning?"
"Eight o''clock!" Ji Wanzhou said, "it''s more than half an hour''s drive. I have a meeting to be held at 10 o''clock."
In the evening, Ji Wanzhou sent a wechat message to Meng Qingge.
Ji Wanzhou: "did you sleep?"
One minute, Meng Qingge did not reply, Ji Wanzhou quickly withdrew the message just sent, the quilt was lifted, got out of bed and went to the third floor.
I knocked at the door first, but I didn''t hear Meng Qingge answer.
Then he opened the door with the key and lay on the bed with his hands and feet. He took the sleeping Meng Qingge into his arms and slept in his arms.
At six o''clock, he woke up naturally, put on his nightgown, went out of the bedroom, locked the door, and returned to the master bedroom on the second floor.
To the cemetery, looking at Liu Yunjuan''s tomb in front of the neat things, Ji Wanzhou slightly frowned.
Cake and fruit are mother love to eat, there is a half burning incense.
"Did someone come?" Meng Qingge asked.
"It seems." Ji Wanzhou replied, kneeling down, will bring things, placed in front of the tomb.
Every year, it is Ji Wanzhou who comes to visit his mother''s grave.
For the first time in 15 years, I saw someone sweeping the tomb in front of him.
Who could it be? Ji Wanzhou frowned. For 15 years, apart from his own son, who would remember his mother''s death day and visit the tomb so early?
"Young lady, how long will it take to go back?" Said the housekeeper, bowing.
Sandra''s eyes fall on Ji Wanzhou who kneels on the ground not far away. The girl beside him is Meng Qingge.
"Tell granddad, I''ll be right back." Sandra withdrew her eyes, then turned to get in the car and closed the door.