President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 64: Longing for Love: Looking Forward
When Chang Yihuan received the call, it was already the afternoon of the next day. It was a cleaning worker who found Chang Banchun who had passed out of breath.

The public/security personnel were busy checking the scene, and no one could tell what happened to Chang Yihuan. The only thing that was certain was that Chang Banchun died.

He was hit to death by a car, but there was no news about the person who hit him, as if the world had evaporated, and there was no trace of it.

For the first time, many people gathered on the street with few pedestrians.

Yihuan and Tang Jiyao were surrounded by the crowd. She hugged Chang Banchun's body and wiped off the blood bit by bit.

Tang Jiyao stayed by her side throughout the whole process, silently helping her change Chang Banchun's clothes.

Chang Banchun's internal organs were crushed and deformed, and his body was severely distorted. Yihuan could only ask Tang Jiyao for help.

She powdered him carefully, trying her best to dress him up as before.

Chang Yihuan's tears never stopped. Although that person was not her biological father, that person had raised her for more than ten years, and even though that person treated her badly, that person had never hit her.

She pushed him into the furnace with her own hands, watched him turn into ashes little by little, and then came out with the small bottle in her hands.

She buried him in the cemetery with his favorite wine.

Standing in front of Chang Banchun's grave, Chang Yihuan was exceptionally calm. She turned around and looked at Tang Jiyao.

"Tang Jiyao, if you help me find out who killed my father, I will marry you!"

Tang Jiyao's face twitched, and then he became quiet again. His deep eyes fixed on hers, "Yihuan, don't you regret this decision?"

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded firmly, "I will never regret it!"

Tang Jiyao put a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums in front of Chang Banchun's tomb, "I will try my best..."

"Tang Jiyao, I'm afraid you can't find it?"

A familiar voice suddenly appeared behind Yihuan like an Asura. The collar of the khaki windbreaker stood up high, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes. The weather was even more dire.

Su Yaoyang's eyes fell on Yihuan's hand that Tang Jiyao was holding.

Surprised, Yihuan quickly withdrew her hand.

Tang Jiyao clenched her tightly, but did not let go. He grabbed Yihuan's waist, put his arms around her, and looked at Su Yaoyang, "Su Yaoyang, don't you think you are too redundant?"

Su Yaoyang smiled and grabbed Yihuan's other hand, "In a relationship, the one who is not loved is superfluous. Chang Yihuan loves me so much, obviously, among the three of us, you are the most superfluous." Yes, a veritable third party!"

Tang Jiyao brought Yihuan to his side, "Su Yaoyang, you are going to marry Bai Xinzhe next month, do you want Yihuan to be the third party?"

When Tang Jiyao mentioned Bai Xinzhe, Yihuan felt his heart was stabbed hard by something, and his eyes were swollen with choking. She turned her face away and took her hand back from Su Yaoyang's hand, "Mr. Su, I have already agreed to Yao's marriage proposal. So, now you are the third party, please let go of my hand..."

"Yao?!" Su Yaoyang stared at the empty hand, stunned, "Since when did you get so close?"

Not long after, Su Yaoyang seemed to think of something again, and he smiled strangely at Yihuan, "Oh, dear Mr. Yao, I don't know if your fiancée told you one thing, that is, the night of Mr. Bai's birthday last time... "

"Su Yaoyang, what do you want?" Chang Yihuan was afraid that he would tell what happened in the bathroom that day.

That was the most embarrassing and embarrassing thing in her life. She remembered that it was clear in her mind at that time, but physically she couldn't forget the feeling of wanting to die. Sometimes, she even went blank in her mind. Time to relive that wonderful feeling.

Su Yaoyang struck a match, lit a cigarette, looked at Yihuan, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple, come back with me!"

His hand reached out to Yihuan again.

With Tang Jiyao's strength, Yihuan dodged Su Yaoyang's hand, and he hid Yihuan behind him, "Su Yaoyang, you don't need to threaten Yihuan, I know what you want to say."

"Now, I just want to tell you that I love Yihuan, and I will love her with my life!"

Su Yaoyang blew out a piece of shredded tobacco and winked at Tang Jiyao, "Tang Jiyao, you can really bear it. Since you know what she and I are doing, why don't you even have the courage to rush in?"

"You really have no seed!"

"Su Yaoyang, Yihuan's father just passed away. She is in a bad mood now, so I am also in a bad mood. Now, I don't want to talk to you. Please leave Yihuan's father's grave and let him be quiet!" Tang Jiyao He looked at Su Yaoyang coldly.

He really wants to beat him up now, that nasty man, why can he get Yihuan's love, but Tang Jiyao can't?

What's so good about him? !
Su Yaoyang crossed his arms, "I just won't leave! Just keep your mouth shut, and Chang Banchun will be at peace!"

"You don't go, let's go!" Tang Jiyao's attitude was very firm, he took Yihuan's hand and left the cemetery directly, ignoring Su Yaoyang's various ridicules behind him.

That guy who doesn't know how to cherish is not worthy of Yi Huan to love him at all!
After finally waiting for the opportunity Yihuan gave him, how could he let go of this great opportunity?

No matter what Su Yaoyang said, no matter how many obstacles there are between him and Yihuan, as long as he loves her, that's enough. He believes that the power of love is great. One day, he will move Chang Yihuan and marry her willingly. give him.

Su Yaoyang looked at Tang Jiyao and Yihuan who left in a hurry, and narrowed his eyes. He didn't know why Chang Yihuan, who had never dared to say "no", resisted him. He only knew that she agreed to Tang Jiyao's marriage proposal.

Thinking of that scene, he felt like scratching his heart with claws, wishing he could tear Tang Jiyao apart.

He was so anxious that he couldn't sleep, he came here to see Chang Yihuan, he wanted to take her back, but she didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Thinking of Chang Yihuan's cold eyes, he felt sad. In the past, her eyes were so warm, and just one look made his heart feel warm, but now, he can't feel that kind of eyes anymore.

He stood in front of Chang Banchun's tomb, smoking countless cigarettes.

After Tang Jiyao sent Yihuan back to his private apartment, he returned to work in the company. He had to find out the cause of Chang Banchun's death as soon as possible, give Yihuan an explanation, and give his love a turnaround.

Yihuan was sitting on the light green sofa. Although the hyacinths were blooming well, she was not in the mood to appreciate them. She hugged Chang Banchun's portrait and looked at it again and again.

Since she wasn't born by Chang Banchun, who gave birth to her?
Who is your own mother?
Who is the father?
All of this troubled Yihuan, she couldn't calm down, and Yihuan returned to his cabin with Chang Banchun's key.

She still has many questions that have not been clarified, especially about her life experience.

Now that Chang Banchun is dead, she can only look in his belongings to see if there are any clues.

She didn't close the door, at this time a tall figure quietly entered, but she didn't notice it at all.

(End of this chapter)