Chapter 2025: She cried (5)

Mu Xiaochen was silent. He put the mobile phone away and put it on the table next to it. He held the table corner with one hand and turned around. He silently looked outside the floor-to-ceiling window and took a deep breath.
"how about it?"
Xi Xia night took advantage of his reaction, apparently also anxious, and quickly asked.
"Orient Schumann went, and Qi Lei got a gun and his whereabouts are unknown."
Mu Xiaochen replied simply, and the voice was a little hoarse. "Before he left, he told me that he thinks his future is in the East. If she is good, he will be good. I never thought about it." He will have such a day in Qi Lei."
Xi Xia night's face stagnate, and my heart is also tight -
Did Oriental Schumann go?
Qi Lei shot, the whereabouts unknown?
This is what they have been waiting for for so many days?
Moreover, there is still an oriental dung in the hospital. The Oriental Group is like a lone leaf floating in the wind and rain. Taiyu Huabang has just stabilized. Why is this?
"how come……"
Xi Xia night is a little slow, but he said, "How can this be..."
"The fact is that, I think that before Qi Lei should find something, in addition to trying to find the East, but also want to make things clear, so he only found the past."
Mu Xiaochen’s tone is full of affirmation.
"If it is because of the flow of clouds, he will definitely do that."
Xi Xia night was also a little surprised that Qi Lei was so deeply interested in the oriental stream.
However, this is the case now, how can the East Flow Cloud survive?
"What can we do for them?"
After thinking about it, Xi Xia night can only sigh and ask.
"I know that I can do something for them, I won't be so upset."
Mu Xiaochen said with some helplessness, and his look was a bit lonely.
"You used to look at the clouds. In the past two days, spend more time with her. You may know more about comforting between your women. I am looking for Su Chen and Zimo."
After leaving such a few words, Mu Xiaochen immediately turned and walked toward the door.
"Well, that son..."
"People send them to the grandfather."
Mu Yuchen left such a sentence, and the tall and straight figure quickly disappeared outside the door...
......
Eastern Schumann's aftermath is relatively low-key, but when the memorial service is held, there are still many people who come to rely on it.
Oriental Schumann is a celebrity in the circle. He is also a highly respected person in the upper class. There are quite a lot of people who come and talk with her. Even the Mt.
In a few days, the whole stream of the East has been a big circle. Before I was able to raise my energy, I was squandered all the time, especially when she was wearing such a solemn black dress. It is even more pale than the whole person.
......
It is already at night, and more and more people come to participate in the memorial service of Oriental Schumann.
The oriental stream is not seen in such an occasion.
Three trees under the tree stalls.
"Boss, come for a dozen ice beer."
After watching the boss pick up the dishes, the oriental stream suddenly came out.
"Okay, Miss Oriental!"
The boss quickly sent a dozen beers.
So a big table, the Oriental Liuyun is sitting alone, and she is very impressed. Almost every time, Qi Lei is sitting across from her, every time she comes, almost all of this. The table, right now, her opposite position.
However, now, the opposite position is empty.
She couldn't remember a bit. The last time, when they came over to drink like this, it was time.
A while ago, I always felt that he was there, and there was nothing to grasp, because she had long taken it for granted that he would always be there anyway.
The news from the other side of Myanmar still can't find anyone.
This morning, the East of the hospital woke up for a while. The first sentence was to save Qi Lei. However, he did not wait for any news, and he was once again in a coma.
Today is still the memorial service of Oriental Schumann. She seems to be like this in the past few days, and she has always been successful.
Dongfang Liuyun Trail opened a bottle of wine and poured it on the cup before him. A full cup was picked up and a few mouthfuls were drunk.
After a few cups, she took a breath and was about to continue. There was a sound of a car stopping behind her. She turned her head subconsciously and found that the car's door had been opened.
Fujiwara had walked down from the car indifferently.
This kind of cold night is naturally very cold, and Fujiwara's shoulders are still covered with such a cold windbreaker, and a few big steps have come to the side of the oriental stream.
Some of the condescending look at the eastern stream, and the eastern stream of the cloud is also holding wine, but also looked up, watching him in a blink of an instant, after a while, she hung down and drank a glass of wine.
Fujiwara wild squatting, black scorpion can not pass a painful pass, deeply took a breath, removed the windbreaker on his body, and directly draped over her shoulder.
"You want to abuse yourself. I have a knife there, which can kill people."
Seeing her struggle to refuse, Fujiwara wildly stretched her hand to press her shoulder, the strength of the big, so that the eastern stream can feel the pain of a burst of pain, and later, they also gave up the struggle.
Fujiwara looked at her and saw her silence. Then she sat down on her opposite side. She took the empty cup and took the wine.
"Things, I have heard of it, I know that you are very upset."
The tone of Fujiwara's wilderness eased.
"Your grandmother is dead, your husband's whereabouts are unknown, and your father is still lying in the hospital. It is not good to change someone, isn't it?"
The eastern stream cloud said coldly and faintly, there are some sorrows in the stars, but more are also forbearance.
She poured herself another cup, silently picked it up, sprinkled a large cup on the ground, and then drank a glass of wine.
"What are you doing over?"
The tone is naturally alienated.
"In the past, when I saw you in the past, I guess you might be here, so come and see. Grandma is a good person, she will meet Grandpa in the Western Paradise."
Fujiwara does not know how to comfort her, and can only say so.
"Ah!"
The eastern stream cloud listened, but it was a sneer. "Ghosts will believe that there is a Western world of bliss. After death, at most, it is turned into a touch of ash."
"Since you look so open, why do you still need to be upset?"
Asked Fujiwara.
"Is it not sad? It is not difficult for you to resurrect her. Can you help me find Qi Lei?"
The Oriental Yunyun said, and he was fixedly watching him. In the scorpion, it was full of bitterness.