Chatper 89 (1/2)

mortuary.

Ning Fang was still stitching together the corpses of the dead lying on the rails. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Yiyue coming in, and asked through the mask, "What are you doing here again?"

Qin Yiyue asked without answering, "When will you finish your work?"

"It's coming soon. It can be sent to the funeral home after a few more touch-ups."

"Yeah." Qin Yiyue replied listlessly, and sat aside.

Ning Fang squinted at her and quickened his movements.

Half an hour later, Ning Fang and Qin Yiyue sent the body to the pick-up car driven by the funeral home.

Seeing that the car was gone, Ning Fang asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel uncomfortable, and I want to talk to you."

"I can only talk about dead people. I have experience with this."

Qin Yiyue: "..."

**

Ning Fang took Qin Yiyue home.

He himself has a piece of land on the outskirts of the city, where he built a three-story house and a garden.

The income of an embalmer is not low, and people are willing to spend money on funeral affairs, so Ning Fang is not short of money, and takes care of his place well.

The flowers in the garden are blooming brilliantly, and the fragrance of flowers can be smelled from a distance.

Qin Yiyue nestled on the circular swing in the garden and didn't want to move anymore.

Ning Fang rolled his eyes, opened the door and went in to get a bunch of food to serve the little ancestor.

Qin Yiyue stared blankly at the flowers in front of her, rubbed her face to cheer up, but her mood was still low.

Ning warmed up the fast food he brought back from outside just now, and brought a glass of beer and milk, "Let's eat, drink a glass of milk after eating, and then do what we should do."

"I want a beer."

"Think beautifully."

Ning Fang took a sip of beer as he spoke, and then looked at Qin Yiyue provocatively.

Qin Yiyue silently turned her head and went to eat.

After the two had finished eating, Ning Fang said, "Tell me, what's going on again?"

"It's just a sudden girlish heart. Brother Ning, why do you think people have to get married?"

"There's no need, why don't I just be single?"

"You really don't want to get married?"

Ning Fang looked at her lazily, "Which girl is willing to marry me? She doesn't think it's bad luck, and her family doesn't like it either."

"What's your job? Everyone will die. How desolate it is to die without an embalmer."

"Tch, you think everyone thinks like you, so let's drink your milk."

Qin Yiyue sighed, "I'm in a bad mood today, Brother Ning, don't laugh at me."

"Don't laugh, you continue."

Qin Yiyue drank the milk without a sip, chatted with Ning Fang occasionally, very relaxed and at ease.

It seemed that she was always like this when she was with Ning Fang.

**

Qin Yiyue stayed at Ning Fang's house until nine o'clock in the evening before driving home slowly.

In fact, she didn't know what to do with the words she heard today.

She knew before that He Qiaoyan married her because of Xiaobao, but after getting along with her for a while, she gradually forgot about this, and imagined that maybe He Qiaoyan would also like her a little bit.

Today she realized why He Qiaoyan would like her.

This frustrates her.

If it was an equal marriage, she would roll up her sleeves and have a fight with He Qiaoyan.