The blue sky and white clouds, the green grass and green trees, and the cemetery full of colorful flowers are so quiet that there are birdsong one after another.

Lei Ming and Qian Xiaomo stepped on the soft grass hand in hand, standing straight in front of the tombstone of Old Man Lian.

"Mr. Lian, we're here to see you."

Qian Xiaomo whispered, squatted down and put the flowers in her hand on the tombstone.

Lei Ming stood beside her without saying a word, looking at the surrounding tombstones were full of flowers offered by relatives and friends, but even the old man's tombstone was desolate. Thinking of all the past events of fighting with the old man Lian in the past, he couldn't help but sigh that the shopping mall has been in the world for most of his life, and it will be just a square cemetery under his feet a hundred years later. Money and fame have become a thing of the past.

In this life, what people are looking for is still ethereal things after all.

"What are you thinking?" Qian Xiaomo looked back at Lei Ming.

He smiled lightly and clenched Qian Xiaomo's hand, "I'm thinking, I am more fortunate to have you in this life than to have money and status..."

"Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

"Because love, family affection and friendship are the priceless treasures in the world, and they are the treasures that people should pursue and cherish in this life."

Qian Xiaomo pouted, and smashed a pink fist on Lei Ming's shoulder, "It's not romantic to say these love words here..."

Lei Ming smiled and hugged her into his arms, and said meaningfully: "Being able to have you makes me luckier than Mr. Lian after a hundred years." ”

Qian Xiaomo raised her eyes and looked at him, half understood, half didn't understand, in short, her heart was warm.

"It's almost time, it's time for us to go to the airport."

Lei Ming glanced at the time, Qian Xiaomo was a little hesitant but still nodded, and left holding hands with Lei Ming.

Along the way, Qian Xiaomo couldn't stop looking back, until she was about to walk out of the cemetery, she finally grabbed Lei Ming.

“…… Mr. Lian still doesn't know about Lian Ronglin, I have to sue him, otherwise Mr. Lian will misunderstand......"

"Do you think even the old gentleman can still be misunderstood?"

Qian Xiaomo's face was full of black lines, and her eyelids were lowered, "I know he's ...... However, there are some things that I always feel like I have to say before I ......."

"Let's go, I'll accompany you." Lei Ming understood that she wanted to say goodbye.

"I want to talk to Mr. Lian privately, just wait for me here." Qian Xiaomo said anxiously, "Lian Rongxiang has already got what he wants, so he won't send anyone to harm me again." I'll be back soon..."

Without allowing Lei Ming to speak, Qian Xiaomo turned around and ran towards Mr. Lian's grave.

The cemetery was very large, and by the time Qian Xiaomo saw that she was about to run, she was so tired that she was out of breath and could only pace slowly.

But what she didn't expect was that just after they left, another person was already standing in front of Old Man Lian's grave at this moment.

Qian Xiaomo saw someone from a distance, so she stopped, standing under a low tree with a surprisingly large crown, the rich shadow of the tree poured over her, the sun mottled and jumped on her flying white dress, her short black hair and the grass under her feet swayed in the wind, Qian Xiaomo's eyes looked at the white back with clear eyes, and the light brown pupils flashed like a dreamlike light.

Time seems to be traveling quickly, and the space is also changing dramatically, Qian Xiaomo only feels as if she is standing on the main road, there has just been a car accident here, a man politely walked down from the back of the car, the gentleman asked her if she was injured, at that time, his eyes were as bright as the sun, making it impossible to look directly......

Qian Xiaomo's eyelashes trembled, staring at the white back in front of her, her heartbeat accelerated sharply, and she walked up cautiously, she wanted to see his appearance, his eyes, but she was afraid that this was a dream of glass, and she couldn't bear her anxious expectations.

The man in front of the tombstone didn't seem to notice that someone was coming behind him, he was wearing a white suit, white British leather shoes, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which was placed on the tombstone of the old man Lian, next to Qian Xiaomo's bouquet of flowers.

His hands were beautiful, well-proportioned and slender, with well-defined bones, more beautiful than any woman's hands.

Qian Xiaomo had already walked to his side from a distance, and he couldn't see his face clearly because of the shadow of the tree. But she could see the man's hand hanging beside him, it must be a pair of pianist's hands, not a pair of hands that are busy for life, so beautiful that they are not worldly.

She slowed her pace more and more, her gaze followed his hand little by little, perfectly proportioned arms, broad, strong shoulders, short hair messy in the wind, angular ...... Qian Xiaomo's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, and in the blink of an eye, she was suddenly suffocated...

The man, this man, turned his head and met Qian Xiaomo's gaze.

His eyes, deep but bright, were not as hot and dazzling as the sun, but as tender and delicate as moonlight.

Qian Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, not disappointed or surprised.

The man's gaze skimmed over her face and turned to leave.

Qian Xiaomo came back to her senses and hurriedly strode two steps towards him, "That...... You ......"

The man paused, his head sideways, his well-defined face flawless.

"You...... Are you a relative of Mr. Lian? ”

The man didn't answer.

"Are you an employee of Mr. Lian? Friend? Descendants of a family? ”

The man was silent, but he didn't leave.

It was quiet all around, except for the rustle of the dancing leaves.

Qian Xiaomo pouted and looked at his back, since he stayed to listen to himself, why didn't he answer?

"That...... It's a bit abrupt, but, you're ...... Well, there's no way to talk? ”

Qian Xiaomo thought that what she said was very tactful and subtle, but the man still didn't move and didn't speak.

Unable to hold back the doubts in his heart, Qian Xiaomo strode forward, and the man did not dodge.

If Lei Ming is a piece of ice, then Lian Ronglin is the sun in the sky, and now this man is neither ice nor the sun. He was not as cold as ice, but as strong as the moon, he had the faint warmth of the sun, and the tenderness of the moonlight brushing through the leaves; He is not as hot as the sun, so passionate, but he also has eye-catching charm and a strong melancholy aristocratic temperament.

This person made Qian Xiaomo very curious.

“…… Have we seen it somewhere? ”

At that time in Times Square, was the person she saw him?

The man didn't answer, and Qian Xiaomo was already standing beside him.

The man slowly withdrew his gaze, and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of another man standing in front of him, Lei Ming.

Lei Ming was wearing a black and gray business suit, standing in the sun, looking the man up and down, frowning slightly.

He didn't know the man, but he was sure that the man he met in Times Square was the man in front of him.

This man's height and figure, and even his walking posture are very similar to Lian Ronglin, but he doesn't look like him.

The man seemed to have made up his mind not to pay attention to Qian Xiaomo and Lei Ming, and walked forward, Qian Xiaomo followed him towards Lei Ming. When the man was rubbing Lei Ming's shoulder, Qian Xiaomo couldn't help but shout: "Hey, what's your name?" ”

The man still didn't answer, and walked straight over.

"Wait." It was Lei Ming who stopped him.

The man still stopped.

Lei Ming turned to look at him, "What is the relationship between you and Lian Ronglin?" ”

The man didn't answer as expected, and left.

Qian Xiaomo stood beside Lei Ming in confusion, both of them looked at his back in confusion, and in a trance, it seemed that Lian Ronglin had walked in front of them. Qian Xiaomo wanted to ask what his name was, but was stopped by Lei Ming, "It must be just the son of a friend of Mr. Lian's life, don't be in such a hurry." ”

"But why does his back look so much like ......"

"The world is so big, and there are many people who are like it, aren't they?" Lei Ming stroked Qian Xiaomo's windswept hair, held her hand, and said with a light smile, "Let's go, if you don't go to the airport again, it's really too late." ”

Qian Xiaomo looked at the direction where the man disappeared, pursed her lips, and left with Lei Ming.

Before leaving, Qian Xiaomo looked back at the two bouquets of flowers in front of the old man's tombstone.

A bunch of lilies belongs to Qian Xiaomo.

A bouquet of forget-me-nots, belongs to the man.

Forget-me-not...... Forget-me-not......

Who should not forget him?

Is it even the old man, or, Qian Xiaomo?

Who is this man?

……

Thinking and thinking, Qian Xiaomo got on the plane back to China.

When she was awake, Qian Xiaomo was still thinking about the man, and even when she was dreaming, she was asking what the man was called. In the dream, Qian Xiaomo vaguely remembered that the man answered her, but when she woke up, Qian Xiaomo forgot everything.

Lei Ming had already handed over the matter to Jacqueline to investigate before he got on the plane.

Although he comforted Qian Xiaomo on the surface, in fact, he was also angry with this man in his heart.

I can't tell why, Lei Ming always has a hunch that the appearance of this man is not a good thing.

Moreover, Lei Ming always felt that he would meet that man again in the future.

Lei Ming glanced at Qian Xiaomo, who was leaning on her shoulder, she was already asleep, but her brows did not loosen, and they tightened into a slit. Lei Ming leaned over and kissed her forehead, and clenched her hand more and more. If that man meant bad luck, then Lei Ming would definitely not let him take another step closer to Qian Xiaomo...

No, not even half a step...

The first-class flight attendant came over with a dining cart, cordially asked Lei Ming if he needed it, and then walked slowly forward.

In the economy class through a curtain, the flight attendants also pushed the dining car and asked one by one.

"A glass of wine, a sandwich."

His extremely muddy and hoarse voice does not match his handsome appearance.

The stewardess came to her senses with a slight dullness and placed the meal he needed on his table.

The man nodded in thanks, and the stewardess smiled politely and left.

The man folded his legs, and the British white leather shoes were exceptionally clean.

Just when the curtains of the first class and economy class were opened, the man caught a glimpse of the location of Lei Ming and Qian Xiaomo.

He was expressionless, took a sip of red wine and looked out the window, his expression was solemn and solemn.

After an unknown number of hours, the plane finally landed at the airport in Shenhai City.

As soon as he got off the plane, Lei Ming's mobile phone rang impatiently, it was Erin.

"BOSS, there are a lot of reporters at the airport, and they block every exit. I can't get in right now......"

"I see."

Lei Ming's face did not change, holding Qian Xiaomo's hand, but she was very uneasy, "Is there something wrong with Kaisheng?" ”

"No, you wait for me, I'll go get the luggage."

With that, Lei Ming walked away first.

Qian Xiaomo followed him at a loss, and suddenly heard the people next to him talking......

"I just watched the news and heard that Kaisheng Group was acquired by Jinlin Real Estate?"

What the? Qian Xiaomo's brain buzzed, and he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the person next to him, and couldn't wait to ask, "What do you say?" What were you talking about......"

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