The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 295 The Indifferent Mo Chiwei
Tang Xinyan bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums at the entrance of the cemetery, and she walked up the stairs step by step.

Mo Chiwei has been following her at a leisurely pace.

Walking to his father's tomb, Tang Xinyan put down the white chrysanthemum and knelt down.

Looking at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, she stroked it lightly with her slender fingers, "Dad, Xinyan came to see you. It's been a long time since you came. Are you angry with your daughter?"

Looking at her father's extremely handsome facial features and facial features when he was young, Tang Xinyan recalled the happy childhood memories, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips, "Dad, Mom's surgery was successful, and her mental condition is improving now, it won't be long before , Mom can be the same as before!"

Tang Xinyan talked to herself for a long time in front of the tombstone, and suddenly seemed to think of something, she turned her head and looked at the man standing on the steps smoking non-stop.

He turned his back to her, she couldn't see his face clearly, and she didn't know his current expression.

But she was a little angry.

No matter how much she quarrels with him, even if there is no love, they are still husband and wife.He followed her to her father's grave, why couldn't he come and kowtow to her father?

Still facing her with an indifferent back?
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the dissatisfaction in her heart, she called him, "Mo Chiwei."

He didn't seem to hear her voice, standing there motionless like a statue, if it wasn't for the rising smoke, she would have wondered if he fell asleep standing up.

After waiting for nearly a minute, Tang Xinyan stopped calling him when she saw him standing there indifferently. After kowtowing three times to her father, she got up.

When she passed by Mo Chiwei, she didn't look at him, and left with a tight face.

It wasn't until she was about to finish going down the steps, and until the cigarette butt at his fingertips burned his skin, that he recovered from the turbulent thoughts.

Glancing at Tang Xinyan's figure, he walked to Tang's father's tomb again. When he saw the bunch of white chrysanthemums, he bent down and picked them up.

The big and thin palm crushed the white chrysanthemum petals bit by bit in the palm, and then, with a wave of the big hand, countless petals fluttered in the air.

Leaving the stalk behind, he turned around with a sullen expression, and strode away.

Tang Xinyan left the cemetery, only then did she realize that it was already 09:30, and the last bus left for get off work.

A gust of cool wind blew, and she shivered suddenly.

A girl who ran to a cemetery felt terrified even if she was daring.

Thinking of the man who followed her all the way, but made her angry all the way, she couldn't help but turn her head and look into the cemetery.

He didn't follow her out.

What is he doing?
Did he accidentally panic when he was dawdling in the cemetery at night?

I was angry with him in my heart, but there was no bus, and I couldn't get a taxi. If I called a taxi, those drivers would never come.

Now the only one who can take her out of here seems to be that man.

After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, he came out slowly.

The body shrouded in darkness was covered with a faint layer of frost.

As soon as Mo Chiwei came out of the cemetery, he saw a slender figure standing under the bus stop. The late autumn night was extremely cool. She rubbed her arms with her hands and jumped off her feet from time to time. Her pointed jaw was tucked into the sweater. Her apricot eyes were moist and eye-catching.

Mo Chiwei strode over.

When he came to her side, he took off his black coat and wrapped it around her slender shoulders.

Tang Xinyan thought of how indifferent he was in the cemetery, ignoring her, so she tore off her coat and threw it back on him.

(End of this chapter)