Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Song Hui pulled her up and went with her to the next room. Yan Hui and Ling Yue in the room reluctantly separated when they heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey Lingyue!" Xuanxuan greeted Lingyue with a smile, and in a blink of an eye she saw Yan Hui standing beside Lingyue, her eyes showed a questioning look: "This is?"

Ling Yue smiled and introduced, "This is my wife, Yan Hui."

Xuanxuan was surprised: "I didn't expect that such a big iceberg like you would get married? I thought you would be alone for the rest of your life!"

Out of curiosity, Xuanxuan couldn't help but look at Yan Hui a few more times.

Yan Hui had a good impression of the couple in her heart, Xuanxuan looked at her, she smiled and let her look at her, followed Ling Yue, and called "Sister Xuanxuan".

Xuanxuan is a beautiful woman in her own right. She is a music student, so she naturally has high requirements for her body. Over the years, her temperament has an inexplicable charm, uniqueness and charm.

However, Yan Hui also has a unique aura, different from Xuanxuan's delicate and delicate facial features, Yan Hui belongs to the type of large facial features, gorgeous and charming, bright and glamorous, just like a rich flower in the world.

Two people standing together, although they have their own charms, they are different types of beauties, but undoubtedly, the rich and noble flowers in the world are more eye-catching.

Hearing Xuanxuan's complaints, Ling Yue was noncommittal. He really never thought that he could meet someone who is compatible with each other. He used to just think that when he was old, he would marry someone who was similar.

However, Yan Hui's appearance was really the biggest accident in his life.

Or, it is not appropriate to describe it as an accident, and it should be described as a "gift".

Thinking of this, Ling Yue couldn't help but tighten Yan Hui's hand.

Yan Hui glanced at Ling Yue with a smile. Xuan Xuan's words were actually exactly what she had in mind at the beginning, and the two of them had surprisingly the same thoughts. They both felt that Ling Yue's appearance was really suitable for a lonely end.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Xuanxuan frantically set the table and chopsticks, while Song Hui went to the kitchen to serve things.

He was still talking about Ling Yue's favorite food back then, thinking about letting Ling Yue taste his cooking.

Only then did Ling Yue recall a question that had been ignored just now, and he asked, "Brother Song, where is Grandpa Song?"

Song Hui's back froze, and Xuanxuan's expression became depressed. Turning her back to Ling Yue, Song Hui took a deep breath, then adjusted her voice, and said to Ling Yue as calmly as possible: "Grandpa passed away two years ago."

Many years later, the saddest thing is to hear the news of the death of an old man!
After all, when we parted, no one would have thought that this would be the last time we saw each other.

When everyone is parting, they must think about when they will meet again, not never see each other again. Therefore, when you hear that you and that person have been separated forever, you will know the pain of death.

Ling Yue didn't expect that the only thing he could hear was Song Hui's death. He was silent for a while, "I'm sorry, I don't know, otherwise I would..."

Before Ling Yue could finish expressing the guilt in his heart, Song Hui had already put on a relaxed expression: "Needless to say this, the matter is over, the living must be happy to be worthy of the dead."

"Just wait, I'll go get some food right now, if you delay any longer, it's time for lunch."

Song Hui raised the curtain and strode over, Xuanxuan explained at the side: "Ling Yue, your brother Song was brought up by the old man since he was a child, and he has deep feelings, so even now he still can't get out, I don't Dare to mention the old man in front of him..."

Xuanxuan was afraid that Ling Yue would think Song Hui was too blunt, so she explained a lot, Ling Yue listened quietly, and did not appease until Xuanxuan stopped talking:
"Sister Xuanxuan, I know, I know the relationship between Brother Song and Grandpa Song, but I didn't expect Grandpa Song to be in such good health that he would leave just as soon as he said it."

The old man's voice and smile was still in front of his eyes, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to see him again, Ling Yue felt sad.

Although Yan Hui didn't know the relationship between them, she could feel Ling Yue's depression. She held Ling Yue's hand tightly, wanting to convey warmth to him.

Xuanxuan sighed: "It is impossible for a person to eat whole grains without getting sick, and grandpa is getting old. No matter how good his health is, he cannot escape the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death."

"Grandpa, he died of stomach cancer." Xuanxuan said in a low voice. She said that Song Hui couldn't get out, and she felt sad when she mentioned it. Why didn't she?

Xuanxuan and Song Hui are childhood sweethearts, and the relationship between her and Mr. Song is also deep, but she can restrain herself on the surface, and the pain is hidden in her heart.

Ling Yue sighed, "Where is Grandpa Song buried? When is convenient, take me to worship."

Xuanxuan nodded, and readily agreed: "That's no problem, you and Brother Song can do it anytime, it just depends on your time."

While several people were talking, Song Hui's voice came from far away: "Honey, lift the curtain, something is coming."

Xuanxuan responded, stepped forward and raised the curtain, and Ling Yue pushed the table into the middle of the room.

Looking at his movements, he is very familiar, and one can tell that he must have eaten here a lot in the past.

Song Hui took a large boxy tray, which was filled with casseroles, dishes, steamers and the like.

He put these on the table and greeted everyone: "Okay, you can eat."

Ling Yue found a chair for Yan Hui to sit down first.Take the bowls and chopsticks and give them to Yan Hui first, Yan Hui originally wanted to help, but Ling Yue thought of it before her.

This thoughtful style really made Xuanxuan on the side envious: "Song Hui, look how considerate Ling Yue is, you should learn from him!"

The deep pain on Song Hui's face had disappeared, and he returned to that carefree look.

"I'm an old couple, how can I be more considerate! Do you know how to find a chair or hold chopsticks?"

Yan Hui just wanted to laugh, but seeing Xuan Xuan's face was dark, she suppressed her smile.

Not only did she have to hold back her laughter, but she also had to act nonchalantly. Yan Hui endured it very hard, so she had to lower her head and listen to Xuanxuan's reply to Song Hui's straight-forward words.

Xuanxuan took the bowl and put it down heavily, and she didn't know whether it happened to hit Song Hui's finger on purpose or not.

"Ouch!" Song Hui immediately raised his hand and shook it with grinning teeth: "You woman, why are you so vicious? If there is something wrong with my hand, how can I do my job!"

Xuanxuan chuckled, rolled her eyes at him, and sat down on her own, not bothering to talk to him.