Because Gu Qingshan walked too suddenly, he didn't buy a good cemetery at all. His ashes could only be stored in the funeral home first, and then buried them in the cemetery after buying the cemetery.

After all this was done, Ding Changsheng sent Yang Xiao and Gu Xiaomeng home. In the past few days, Gu Xiaomeng didn't say a word, and didn't even look at Ding Changsheng, which made Ding Changsheng very worried.

Yang Xiao took all this in his eyes. After arriving at home, Gu Xiaomeng went directly to his room. Looking at Gu Xiaomeng's back, Ding Changsheng felt helpless.

"Changsheng, don't be angry or blame her. Your godfather's affairs have indeed hit her a big blow. She has had a good relationship with her father since she was a child. Now that Qingshan has passed away, can she not feel uncomfortable? Be more responsible," Yang Xiao comforted.

"Godmom, I know, I don't blame her."

"Well, it will be fine after a while. You haven't had a rest these days. You can go back and rest first." Yang Xiao said.

"Okay, godmother, if there is anything, call me. No matter when, you are my godmother, I will always take care of you, and Xiaomeng." Ding Changsheng said that, and turned around and left. He was afraid that he would not be able to help crying again. For some reason, he thought that after his parents passed away, he would no longer cry, but he did not expect that he would still be very sad these days. This kind of sadness cannot be described in words, but it is really hurt in his heart.

When I returned to my home, I sat on the sofa and was no longer willing to move. Maybe I was very sleepy and lay on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

He slept for more than ten hours until he was awakened by a nightmare. He dreamed that Gu Xiaomeng chased him with a kitchen knife, and insisted that Gu Qingshan was killed by him and asked Ding Changsheng to compensate her father. Ding Changsheng wanted to run away, but he couldn't run and woke up in a hurry.

When I woke up, I saw that I was still asleep on the sofa, but I was covered with a quilt. I opened my eyes sleepyly. I saw Zhao Xinya sitting on the other end of the sofa, tilting, and it seemed that she was asleep. At this time, I saw the lights in the living room on, and it was still daytime when I came back, but now it was dark, and I had been sleeping for so long.

"Are you awake? Is it okay? Are you drinking water?" Ding Changsheng's movement on the sofa woke Zhao Xinya up. She quickly sat up and asked.

"What time is it?" Ding Changsheng took a sip of the water handed over by Zhao Xinya and asked.

"It's almost twelve o'clock. Do you want to eat? I'll make some," Zhao Xinya stood up and said.

"If you don't eat, you won't be hungry, you won't want to eat anything." Ding Changsheng sighed.

Looking at Ding Changsheng's haggardness, Zhao Xinya guessed that something must have happened to Ding Changsheng, otherwise he would not have been like this. He didn't wake him up even when he opened the door and came in. It seemed that he was really tired.

"Changsheng, is something wrong?" Zhao Xinya washed a towel with hot water from the bathroom, took it out and handed it to Ding Changsheng, and asked him to wipe his face.

"My godfather is dead. I've been dealing with the funeral these days. I'm a little tired." Ding Changsheng wrapped in a quilt, as if he was very cold, but there was obviously sweat on his face.

"Ah, when is it happening? Why don't I know? Why don't you tell me, I'll go see him too," Zhao Xinya whispered.

"Oh, people cannot be resurrected after death, and it is uncomfortable to go there. It's better not to go." Ding Changsheng shrank in the sofa, wrapped in a quilt, but he was still trembling.

"You, are you sick?" Zhao Xinya walked over after saying that, then stretched out her hand and touched Ding Changsheng's brow. It was so hot that it seemed that she was really sick.

"Oh, it's so hot, hurry up and go to the hospital for injection. If this continues, it won't work, it will burn your lungs." Zhao Xinya said as she was about to get up to take Ding Changsheng to the hospital.

"No, I have medicine in the drawer. Give me some cold medicine and take it for a night's sleep." Ding Changsheng said gritting his teeth.

Zhao Xinya served Ding Changsheng and took medicine, and helped Ding Changsheng to lie down.

"Sister Xinya, go, I'm fine. Yingying will be scared by herself at home. You should go back quickly." Ding Changsheng tightened his quilt and said.

"You go to bed, I'll leave later." Zhao Xinya smiled and turned off the light at the head of the bed, but the bedroom door was not closed. She sat on the sofa and drank a sip of water, and kept looking at Ding Changsheng's bedroom. Although Ding Changsheng asked her to leave, how could she leave with confidence in his appearance?

Looking at that room and thinking about what happened that night, she never knew whether Ding Changsheng knew what happened that night, whether she knew that she had a relationship with him that transcends human relations, and wondered in her heart what would happen if Ding Changsheng knew?

This was a problem she had always been worried about. When she was in Haiyang, she knew Ding Changsheng’s thoughts at that time, but she had a husband at that time, and Ding Changsheng called him all the time, how could he have anything to do with him?

But since she committed suicide, Ding Changsheng transferred her to Huzhou and returned to the podium. This is her new life. But for some reason, Ding Changsheng has always stayed away from him. At first, he thought it was Ding Changsheng who did it on purpose, but after that night, he was confused about what should not have happened, he actually longed for such a thing to happen again.

Although she feels so hot when she thinks of these things, she can’t help thinking this in her heart, especially when she can’t sleep at night at home, she will think, what Ding Changsheng is doing now, where is he now?

Moreover, in order to find that feeling, she often found all the quilts in her house, covering her bed one by one, but she still couldn't find the feeling of being pressed by a man. This feeling was like *, which made people addicted. As long as she had eaten it, she would never forget the taste. The feeling of eating people's hearts and lungs makes people unable to stop. Sometimes she thought, once, I was satisfied. Although this was a feeling of deceiving herself, she kept deceiving herself.

She is only in her thirties and is less than forty years old. This is the age when a woman has the strongest desires, but often men are on the decline at this time, and Zhao Xinya is even more thorough. She has no men anymore. It is Ding Changsheng who let her know the joy of being a woman. Although it was only one night, she never forgets this night.
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