Leng Mingxian couldn't remember how long ago it was a long time ago when he drove out alone, since he took over the Wu family, he was busy spinning like a spinning top, and he didn't have time to take a good look at the changing scenery on the street.

It's spring again, and the pedestrians on the street have changed into spring clothes, and his outfits are all taken care of by Sister He, and he doesn't have time to care about what to wear, but fortunately, Sister He understands him, and the house is well organized, and she takes care of him meticulously.

I bought a bouquet of flowers in the flower shop, drove away from the city center, turned onto the ring highway, and within half an hour, the destination was close at hand, got off the highway, drove on the wide road for more than ten minutes, turned into the cement road leading to the Jiugongshan cemetery, and glanced at the bouquet placed on the passenger seat.

The Qingming Festival has passed, and when he came to the cemetery at this time, he was afraid that someone in his family had just passed away to be buried, so when he got out of the car, he glanced at the silver-gray BMW parked not far away and didn't pay much attention to it.

Walking up the steps, the cemetery of the Wu family is halfway up the mountain with the best feng shui in the east, no matter how much he hates Wu Qihao, the funeral is extremely beautiful, and some things have to be done.

For example, in the first two years, when he came to worship on the day of Qingming, even if he did not want to, he had to attend, and he could not give it to others.

This year, it was originally going to come on the day of Qingming, and it was going to take three years to do the play, the customs of Ningjiang, the new tomb must be worshiped during the Qingming Festival for three years, who knew that something big happened in Shanghai, he went to deal with it, and the last year was because of this reason he did not come.

In fact, when he encounters problems, he often asks the driver to drive here, standing in front of Wu Qihao's tomb, looking at the photos on Wu Qihao's tombstone, he will have countless unwillingness in his heart, it is these unwillingness that make him stand up again to face difficulties, what Wu Qihao can do, he can do as well as Leng Mingxian.

Every time he comes here, he brings a bouquet of flowers, and he doesn't know why he did it, there is no reason, and he doesn't bother to find a reason, just like Sister He said, the dead are the greatest.

Halfway up the mountain, the cemetery of the Wu family was in full view, a blue figure stood in front of Wu Qihao's tomb, he stopped in surprise, it was Wu Yue, he recognized it at a glance.

He didn't expect to meet her here, he just felt his brain heat up, his heart beat faster, and he quickened his pace and walked towards her.

God sent a ghost, he originally wanted to come to Wu Qihao's tomb to be quiet, and think about what to do after seeing Wu Yue, but he didn't expect her to be here, or perhaps, he thought about it, so he drove over on a whim, after all, in this world, the person who knows Wu Yue best is him.

On the plane back to Ningjiang, Wu Yue thought countless times that she would meet Leng Mingxian, but she definitely didn't think that she would reunite with him at her father's grave, and the best result was that during the days when she returned to Ningjiang, she would not meet Leng Mingxian, but the world was not what she wanted.

The moment he turned around, the tall figure was in front of him, the familiar face, the knife carved out of the resolute form, and the unruly eyes were the figure of himself subconsciously retreating.

At that moment, she forgot to breathe, her mind was blank, and she had said to herself countless times, I had let go, but when the person who had let go was really standing in front of her, she understood that she hadn't let go yet.

He has a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and he has passed the Qingming Dynasty, and has come to worship his enemy?

"Yue'er, we are husband and wife after all, so tacitly understood."

With a cold look in his light smile, Leng Mingxian's heart began to move, and his belated sense of revenge became stronger and stronger, "Where have you been hiding in the past three years, I have been looking for you very hard for three years." ”

Wu Yue saw the strong hatred in his eyes three years ago, took a step back again, scared in his heart, didn't know how to face it, what to say, what to do, all expectations disappeared, she just wanted to escape.

Leng Mingxian quickly grabbed her hand the moment she turned to run away, his cold fingers were held in the palm of his hand, and memories flooded into his mind.

Wu Yue's escape stopped the moment he grabbed her, not because he was caught and forced to stop, but because the warmth from the hand she was holding made her stop.

turned around and smiled lightly, "Leng Mingxian, I can be sure that I have let you go." ”

Her heart is no longer beating wildly, and his warmth can no longer be transmitted to her heart, "We were divorced three years ago, and since then we have been like passers-by, and we have nothing to do with each other." ”

She struggled to break free from his fingers, dissociating herself.

She is a cold-blooded physique, all year round, her fingers will not be hot, Wu Yue, who loves Leng Mingxian, loves to do the most in winter, is to let his big hand wrap her, absorb his warmth, listen to his heartbeat, and count how many words he said I love you.

Looking at the calm smile, Leng Mingxian's heart couldn't help but ignite a burst of anger, let him go, did he allow it?

"You're living so well, I'm really disappointed."

Sneered and turned around and walked to Wu Qihao's tomb, put the flowers in the bottle in front of the tombstone, and turned back mockingly, "If you want to be like a passerby from now on, I'm afraid it's not that simple, what your father owes me is not what those properties can offset." ”