Leng Zimo, in fact, I have always been by your side and have never left.

- Luo Xiaoqian.

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Qingdao.

Chang'an cemetery.

Yesterday was the Qingming Festival, and many graves in the cemetery have been added with new soil, which is different from yesterday's overcrowding in the cemetery.

Today's cemetery is very quiet, and only a few late mourners come up with bouquets of flowers.

A small boy walked up from the mountain road with a large handful of yellow chrysanthemums, a large bouquet of flowers covered his face, but the small hands holding the flowers were white and slender.

Stopping in front of a tombstone, the boy stepped forward and leaned the bouquet in his hand against the stone.

The little face, which had been blocked by the bouquet, immediately revealed its clues.

He is very tall, obviously only four years old, and he seems to be a big boy of five or six years old, with a small face and some cute baby fat, a small black coat, which reflects his face more and more as white as jade, delicate eyebrows and eyes, pink lips slightly pursed, revealing a slightly calmer expression than ordinary children of the same age.

"Grandma, my mother and I came to see you again, don't you think I do?" Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, the little one carefully wiped the dust from the tombstone, "I'll wipe it for you, your door is so dirty." ”

The heels of his high heels made a crisp sound as he stepped across the stone pavement, and a young woman walked slowly.

Five-inch heels, slender as nails, but extremely stable and calm.

The young woman is tall, with a simple white shirt, black skirt and black coat, outlining her delicate figure, and under her long hair, a wide sunglasses covers her face, revealing the unique bewitching of a woman.

"Mom, I'm helping my grandmother clean the door." The little boy raised his face and shook the dirty handkerchief in his hand at the people who walked by, "Look ......"

"Good!" The woman bent down, stretched out her slender palm, and touched the little boy's head, "Be sure to help Grandma clean it." ”

"Yes." The little boy nodded solemnly, wiping it more and more intently.

The woman also squatted down with him, her fingers gently touching the tombstone, "Mom, I'm coming to see you!" ”

Two men dressed in black stood not far away, carefully guarding their surroundings.

In the distance, a young white man in a light-colored suit hurried up the hill, and when he saw him, the two bodyguards stepped back and got out of the way.

"Miss Luo!" The man in light clothes stopped behind the woman in front of the tombstone and said in English, "The information you want has arrived." ”

The young woman stood up, raised her hand and took off her sunglasses from her face, and the glasses were removed, revealing a delicate face, very young, if you only looked at that face, you would think that she was only twenty-one or twelve years old, but the temperament was by no means that of a girl of that age could walk.

A twenty-year-old girl is like a blooming flower, but a twenty-five-year-old woman is already in full bloom, which is the most beautiful time in a woman's life.

This woman is Luo Xiaoqian.

"The result?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.

"Now it's certain that this woman is the one you've been looking for." The assistant sent the photo in his hand to Luo Xiaoqian.

In the photo, a beautiful woman is walking in the crowd with a cup of coffee in her hand, seemingly ready to go to work.

"Where is she now?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.

"I just returned to Beijing from Chicago a month ago, and now I am working at Dishi Group as the assistant to the president." The assistant replied.

Luo Xiaoqian raised the corners of her lips, "I knew that you wouldn't give up on Zimo, this day, I finally waited!" ”

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Good afternoon.