Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

Qiao Jiuyin's chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe.

She finally realized that Fang Mu today was extremely abnormal.

With uneasy eyes, Qiao Jiuyin quietly peeped at Fang Mu who was driving.

The man stared at the front of the car with a calm face, the car was driving fast. Since pregnancy, when Qiao Jiuyin was sitting in the car, Fang Mu hadn't driven the car to more than 100 yards, but now, the speed is 110 yards.

What happened to him?

Did you notice something?

Qiao Jiuyin's heart was in a mess.

When Qiao Jiuyin looked at Fang Mu, Fang Mu was also observing her reaction.

Her delicate face sometimes frowned, and sometimes her eyes narrowed slightly. If Fang Mu saw her expressions before, she would only think that she was uncomfortable. But now, he really understood that she was in a guilty conscience and was terrified.

There are four cemeteries in Binjiang City, and "Qiao Jiuyin" is buried in Dongwan Cemetery, the first of the four cemeteries.

The cemetery where she was buried was still an auspicious treasure that Fang Mu personally found out by Feng Shui. At that time, it was just to make Xiao Sheng feel at ease, but Fang Mu didn't expect that the cemetery he had personally selected would become Xiao Sheng's burial place.

There is nothing more ridiculous than this, and it hurts Fang Mu's heart even more.

The car drove into the cemetery parking lot. After stopping, Fang Mu took the handful of white daisies on the co-pilot, pushed the door and walked down.

Qiao Jiuyin sat in the back row. She glanced at the daisy in Fangmu's hand, pretending to be calm, and asked with a puzzled face, "Brother Mu, worship the dead, it's not suitable to use daisies."

Fang Mu looked down at the daisy.

The flower language of daisies is the love that is deeply buried in the heart, and chrysanthemums are generally used to worship the dead, and daisies are rare. After all, there are not many people who bury their love deeply in their hearts, who is a dead person.

Without further explanation, he took the daisy and walked up the cement stone stairs step by step.

Qiao Jiuyin stood there for a while before trotting to follow.

The cemetery is in the middle and upper part of the cemetery. Today is not a holiday, and there are only a handful of people who come to sweep the cemetery. With each step up and one inch closer to the tomb, Fang Mu's legs heavier. He didn't know what mood he was holding and how heavy he dragged his body to walk to Qiao Jiusheng's tombstone.

There are other people’s tombstones on the left and right of the tombstones. In front of a row of tombstones, Qiao Jiusheng’s tombstone is empty, not even a flower, a fruit, a little paper money. Fang Mu stared at the tombstone, heartache like a knife.

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

His voice was very soft, and Qiao Jiu's voice behind him could not be heard clearly.

When he looked up, Fang Mu caught a shy smile on the tombstone.

That photo is by Qiao Jiuyin.

Seeing that face, Fang Mu's mind flashed the look of Qiao Jiusheng when he was smiling.

My heart throbbed.

Boundless remorse, like a tide rushing in from all directions, enveloped him and suppressed his breath.

boom--

Fang Mu's legs were kneeling down in front of the tombstone.

"Brother Mu!"

Qiao Jiuyin was shocked and ran up quickly, trying to hold him.

When her hand was about to touch Fang Mu's arm, the kneeling man suddenly raised his hand and pushed Qiao Jiuyin behind him. "Don't touch me!" he scolded her angrily.

Qiao Jiuyin was pushed back by him a few steps back and forth, and this was dangerously stable.

Qiao Jiuyin was stunned, she clutched her chest and glanced back.

Behind her, there are dozens of slate stairs.

If you fell from here just now...

Thinking of that scene, Qiao Jiuyin felt scared for a while.