Han Yichen is dead? Li Simeng's mind suddenly went blank.

Impossible, impossible! He was fine a year ago, how could he have died.

Although Li Simeng hates the Qiao family, he hates the cold and dust. But when she heard the news that Han Yichen was dead, the whole person also fell into a sluggish state.

"You're kidding." Li Simeng was reluctant to admit the facts, with an ugly smile on her face.

He Zheng knew that Li Simeng needed to digest this fact, so he didn't answer Li Simeng's question, but just gave Li Simeng a sad look.

Li Simeng really needs to digest this fact, the lawyers present and Qiao Wei's performance are telling her that Han Yichen is dead!

The man she had hated, liked, loved, and hated was no longer alive when she heard the news again a year later.

He used to be like a little white face, surrounding her, no matter how much she disliked it, he was a flattering look.

Once he returned after a long absence, protecting her, no matter how deeply she hurt him, he still had a deep affection.

The former him will never appear in front of her again, she and he have never said goodbye, but they have said goodbye forever.

Li Simeng's eyes turned red, and no matter how big the hatred was, he couldn't hide the love he once had. After the hatred of death is gone, the former feelings begin to come out and make trouble.

A group of people are very patient, waiting for Li Simeng to ease her emotions, but where can Li Simeng ease up, she has a bunch of questions she wants to know.

"How did he go?"

"When I went to sea, I encountered a storm, and Mr. Han couldn't avoid it." He Zheng explained as calmly as possible in a heavy tone.

"Why did he go to sea?" Li Simeng thought about Han Yichen, why do you bastard go to sea.

"Miss Li, we don't know the details, you can ask Miss Qiao later. Here are Mr. Han's wills, and we need to confirm them with you. ”

"I don't want it."

Li Simeng's mood is very complicated now, the love-hate entanglement makes her almost breathless, what a will, she doesn't want a will, she wants Han Yichen to live.

"This is Mr. Han's last wish, and please respect Mr. Han's last wish."

"What do you want, you let him come to me and say, why do I want these documents, you all go!"

"Miss Li!"

"Let's go." Li Simeng couldn't hold back any longer, her tears rushed out of her eyes at this moment, she didn't expect that after a year, Han Yichen would be gone.

Although she doesn't want to face Han Yichen's identity, it is true that Han Yichen loves her. Now the man who loved him is gone.

Several lawyers glanced at each other and put away the papers, and this may not be the time to talk about wills. It's just that Miss Qiao confessed that her brother's wish would be fulfilled for him no matter what.

"Let Miss Joe in." After He Zheng finished packing up the documents, he heard Li Simeng's crying voice.

He Zheng, who walked out, came to Qiao Wei and shook his head: "She wants to see you." ”

When Qiao Wei, whose red eyes had not yet dried, walked into the room, she saw Li Simeng's moist eyes and tear stains on her sleeves, and felt a little comforted.

The woman my brother fell in love with was still willing to shed tears for him. My brother can be comforted by the spirit of heaven.

"What did he say when he left?" Li Simeng controlled her emotions and tried her best not to let herself burst into tears.

"The situation was so urgent at that time, and the last thing my brother said to me was: 'Help me take good care of her', I believe you know who she is." Qiao Wei's tears slid down her face again: "He is here to save me, Cai, Cai, ......Cai"

At the last moment of her life, she was still worried about herself, Li Simeng suddenly hated herself, why did she want to hurt such a man, even if it was Qiao Haisheng's fault, why did she count it all on Han Yichen's head.

"Tomorrow is his day, can you give him a ride."

"Okay."

Li Simeng agreed.

Walking out of the office, Zhou Shanghua saw Li Simeng's red eyes, and stepped forward worriedly and asked, "Xiaomeng, are you okay?" Did they bully you? ”

Zhou Shanghua pulled Li Simeng behind him and looked at Qiao Wei and those lawyers vigilantly.

"Uncle, I'm fine, I'm going to Haicheng."

"What are you doing in Haicheng, are they threatening you or something?" Zhou Shanghua was still uneasy to stop.

"Uncle, Han Yichen is gone." Li Simeng's tears began to fall again.

"He's gone, he's gone, and it's none of your business where he goes."

"He's dead." Li Simeng spit out these three words with difficulty, and Zhou Shanghua was stunned for a moment.

The kid is gone? It's healthy, so I'll just go. However, he didn't stop Li Simeng again, but said to her gently: "Don't cry, go early and return early." ”

Li Simeng nodded, and followed Qiao Wei back to Haicheng in the helicopter.

The sky is a little heavy, the clouds are a little low,

Li Simeng did not enter Qiao's house, in the cemetery, she stood in the distance, watching the funeral presided over by Qiao's family.

The people around were gloomy, and only one person stood out the most.

When the black coffin was placed in the mausoleum, she immediately broke out and wept bitterly, and the cry shook everyone, and many people covered their mouths and sobbed quietly.

Qiao Zhenbang was supported by others, he was no longer the awe-inspiring old man in Haicheng, at this moment he was just an ordinary person who would fall down as soon as the wind blew.

Li Simeng never came to the tomb, she couldn't see those sad people, she couldn't even see Qiao Haisheng, who she hated to the bone, she only had the black coffin that was gradually buried in her eyes.

The person who lies quietly inside is the person who has walked through six autumns and winters in her life. Now he is gone, under the loess, in the darkness, she will never see him again in this life.

"You're here."

A man dressed in black walked up to Li Simeng's side.

Li Simeng nodded, and it still fell on the place where the coffin was buried.

"He must be glad that you can come," the man's words were calm, a calm of sadness diluted by relief.

Li Simeng didn't speak, and at the moment in her world, there is no function of language.

The man knew Li Simeng's sadness, and also looked at the place of the mausoleum: "If I were asked to write an epitaph on his monument, I think three words would be enough." ”

"Guard, love, hide."

Hearing these three words, Li Simeng put his eyes back on the somewhat fat man beside him, only to find that the fat man's eyes were also slightly moist and red.

"Fat Hu, do you know him?"

Hu Fatzi squeezed out a smile, and his eyes looked fluttering, as if he was reminiscing about the past: "That guy is very good at hiding, I think even he himself may not know himself." ”

"I've known him for ten years, and I remember the first time I met him, it was because you had a fight, and now I think about it, I really miss it."

"Because I'm fighting?" Li Simeng finally spoke the first sentence, and her voice was low and hoarse.

Hu Fatzi was not surprised, Li Simeng would be surprised: "If you have time, you can invite me to dinner, maybe one day you will spell out a complete him." ”

After speaking, Hu Fatzi straightened his clothes and walked towards the crowd with a heavy expression, he wanted to say the best goodbye to Han Yichen.

Ten years ago, Han Yichen fought with Hu Fatzi for her?

Li Simeng couldn't figure it out, but knew that she must have missed something very important.