Joey's chest is tight, breathing is a little difficult.

She finally realized that today's Fang Mu is very abnormal.

Joey took the uneasy look at the look of the car, quietly peeping into the car's mou.

The man looked at the front of the car with a calm face, and the car was driving very fast.Since the pregnancy, when Joe Jiu was sitting in the car, Fang Mu did not drive the car more than 100 yards, but now, this speed is less said to have 110 yards.

What happened to him?

Did you know anything?

Joey’s heart is in a mess.

When Qiao Wei's voice was measured, Fang Mu was also observing her reaction.

Her delicate little face sometimes frowned, sometimes squint slightly, if Fang Mu saw her expression in the past, will only think that she is not comfortable.But now, he really understood that she was in a state of disenance and fear.

There are four mausoleums in Binjiang City, and "Joe's voice" is buried in the East Bay Mausoleum at the head of the four mausoleums.

The cemetery where she was buried was also a good-humus treasure that Fang Mu personally found out by Mr. Feng Shui.At that time, only to make Xiao Xi feel at ease, but Fang Mu did not expect that the cemetery he had chosen by his own hand had become the burial place of Xiaosheng.

Nothing is more ridiculous than this, and it hurts more.

The car entered the cemetery parking lot, and after it was stopped, Fang Mu took the co-pilot on the white daisy and pushed the car door and went down.

She glanced at the daisy in her eyes, calmed down, and asked, "Brother Mu, worship the dead, it's not suitable for daisies."

Fang Mu looked down at the daisies.

The flower language of daisies is the deep love of the heart, and the worship of the dead is generally with chrysanthemums, and it is rare to use daisies.After all, the person who is deeply loved by few people is a dead man.

He did not explain much, took the daisy, along the cement slate ladder, step by step up.

Joey stood there for a while, and then he ran to keep up.

The cemetery is in the middle of the cemetery, today is not a holiday, and there are only a handful of people who come to sweep the tomb.Every step up, closer to the grave an inch, Fang Mu's legs are heavier.He did not know what kind of mood he was holding, dragging how heavy his body, and walking to the tombstone of Qiao Xixian.

The tombstones are on the left and right of others, a row of many tombstones, before the tombstones of Qiao Weixi are empty, not even a flower a fruit paper money accumulation of ash.He looked at the tombstone, and his heart hurt like a knife.

Put the daisy in front of the tombstone, Fang Mu bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry."

His voice was very light, and the voice behind him was not heard.

When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the shy smile on the tombstone.

This photo is of Joey.

Seeing that face, Fang Mu’s mind flashed the look of Joe’s smile.

Hearts are twitching.

The boundless remorse, like the tide coming quickly from all sides, wrapped the whole person, crushed him breathless.

Bump –

Fang Mu's legs, solidly kneeled in front of the tombstone.

“Brother Mu!”

Joey rushed up to him, trying to hold him.

Her hand was about to be next to the arm of Fang Mu, and the kneeling man suddenly raised her hand and pushed the whole person behind him.“Don’t touch me!”He irritated her.

Joey was pushed back by him a few steps back, which was the risk of stability.

She covered her chest and looked back.

Behind her is a ten-story slate staircase.

If it had just fallen from here...

Thinking of that scene, Joey was afraid for a while.