It has been raining lightly in City A since yesterday, and the raindrops hit the tombstones, indescribably bleak, and a thin but arrogant background stood upright, like pine and bamboo in the cold winter. Holding a black umbrella in one hand, and holding a bunch of begonias in the other hand, there is still a little dew on the begonia petals, I don't know if it is dew or rain, sliding down the petals, scorching and bewitching.

Approaching the cemetery located in the center, Ye Muting looked at the photo of the woman on the tombstone, and a smile appeared on her cold face,

couldn't help but stunned Li Bing, the secretary next to him. It turns out that their president will laugh too. No, it seems that only when you come here and see that person, the president will laugh.

As if noticing the secretary's eager gaze, Ye Muting frowned slightly, regained his coldness as before, and spit out from the beautiful shape of his lips: "You go down first, I'll call you if there's something." ”

"Ah, yes, Mr. Ye. Li Bing came back to his senses. The moment he turned around, he bit his handkerchief like a shy little woman, oh my God, how can the president be so handsome?

Of course, this is what Ye Muting doesn't know, if he sees that his usually shrewd secretary actually "covets" his beauty, he must not hesitate to fire him.

Ye Muting glanced at his secretary who was full of inner drama, then ignored him, and walked straight to the cemetery, the pair of slender and white hands put down the beautifully packaged begonia flowers, and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone with the tip of his hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked upward: "Sheng'er, I...... I miss you......" followed by a wordless silence.

The girl on the tombstone is about 20 years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, willow leaves and curved eyebrows. It's a pity that she is in her prime but is no longer alive, and the tombstone reads: Mo Lusheng, the position of his beloved wife. He really wanted to give her the title of a wife like this, but he was afraid, afraid that Mo Lusheng would no longer love him, and he only had ...... Hate.

At this time, Li Bing, who had recovered his seriousness and shrewdness, answered a phone call and stepped forward: "Mr. Ye, your plane tomorrow is ready for country F." ”

"Well, let's go back. Ye Muting's eyes were still staring at the photo on the tombstone, his eyes were full of love and reluctance, Li Bing didn't understand why his president went to country F in person, why so many industries and companies of the Ye family went in person for the opening of a small branch. Ye Muting rubbed his temples, in fact, he didn't understand why he went, but he always felt that he had forgotten something there. He finally looked at Mo Lusheng's tombstone again, put down the black umbrella in his hand to cover the rain and prevent them from falling on Mo Lusheng's tombstone, and then turned to leave.

The Ye family, after Song Yu came back from shopping, he saw that his son was not there, so he asked the nanny Aunt Li: "Aunt Li, where did Mu Ting go?" Song Yu, who is nearly 50 years old, still looks in her 30s because of proper maintenance, and her body exudes the charm of a mature woman, and her soft voice makes people unconsciously close.

"Madam, today... It's May 21st. Hearing Aunt Li's answer, Song Yu was slightly stunned, suddenly understood, lowered her head slightly, and her lonely eyebrows and eyes were full of longing and distress: "Sheng'er's death day, I forgot it...... Alas, Aunt Li, prepare something delicious tomorrow, and come with me to see Sheng'er. When he turned his head and left, he sighed in his heart: Son, it's been five years, and you still can't let go of her!"