When walking out, as if to break the awkward atmosphere, Nan Song took the initiative to find a topic and said: "He Zhao will come to pick us up later. Do you want to put on a mask first to prevent him from fainting from fright?"

"Well, I'll put it on."

Yu Jinwen listened to her words very much, put on a black mask, and said: "Actually, it's a trivial matter to faint from being scared. Just don't cry."

"Well, he loves to cry."

Nan Song recalled the days when Yu Jinwen was "buried". Assistant He looked like her husband had died, crying every day, and looked more like a little widow than a little widow.

When we walked to the exit of the station, He Zhao was already waiting there, waving to Nan Song from a distance.

But the moment he waved his hand into the air, he froze.

The smile on his face also froze at the corner of his mouth.

Why does that man wearing a mask look so much like...their Mr. Yu?

Was he dazzled?

But this familiar half of the face and these straight long legs completely overlapped with their Mr. Yu!

Is it possible that Mr. Nan found a substitute for Mr. Yu?

He Zhao had already imagined a bloody stand-in game in his mind. The figure got closer and closer, until it walked in front of him, and those extremely familiar narrow eyes looked at him like this.

"He Zhu." A familiar low voice.

He was completely petrified, "Yu...Mr. Yu."

Nan Song raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, much calmer than I thought..."

Before he finished speaking, the moment Yu Jinwen took off his mask, He Zhao pounced towards Yu Jinwen with a bear pounce, followed by howling, "Mr. Yu! You're not dead!"

"..." Nan Song: Yes, it's too early to talk.

It was Yu Jinwen who knew his personal assistant better.

"Mr. Yu! Is it really you? You're still alive! I knew it! I knew you lied to me, how could you die so easily! Woohoo... I'm so sad!"

This cries of ghosts and howls caused all the pedestrians coming and going at the airport to look this way.

Many people recognized Nan Song and called "little sister"!

Nan Song quickly put on his mask and said to Yu Jinwen: "Let's go first, otherwise we will be blocked!"

"Okay." Yu Jinwen responded, and said to He Zhao, who was still lying in his arms and howling: "Control it, and don't cry until you get in the car."

"Yeah...but I, I can't move." He Zhao said with a cry.

Yu Jinwen felt helpless and half dragged and half dragged him into the car.

Finally getting in the car, He Zhao hadn't finished crying yet. He wiped his tears and looked at Yu Jinwen, "Oh my God, am I dreaming? I'm really not dreaming, am I?"

Like Mrs. Xianglin, he repeated this sentence over and over again.

Nan Song couldn't bear it anymore, "I prove that you are not dreaming. Are you sorry that you are crying like this?"

He Zhao sobbed, "This has nothing to do with old men or not. If a person dies and lives again, no one should be shocked. I think it's okay."

Yu Jinwen couldn't help but laugh and joked: "I'm really happy that He Zhu still remembers me. I thought you should forget about me since you have a new boss."

"That won't happen. I have a broad mind."

He Zhao blew his nose, causing Nan Song and Yu Jinwen to look at him with disgust.

The driver curled his lips in disgust.

Seeing that He Zhao calmed down, Nan Song said to Yu Jinwen: "We are almost at the old house. Do you want to call Aunt Yu first?"

"Um."

Yu Jinwen nodded, took out his newly purchased mobile phone, and dialed the familiar number. However, he felt nervous in his heart and secretly clenched his hands.

Nan Song looked at his clenched hand and knew the tension and struggle in his heart. She didn't think much, lowered her head and gently held his hand.

The moment her warm palm touched the back of his cold hand, Yu Jinwen's heart shrank heavily and he turned to look at her.
Chapter completed!