Zhao Siqing's eyes were red, and he looked at Yang Jingqiu and choked up: "Mom, Huo Jingchen ...... him"

On the other side, Li Feihuan's figure was drowned in the crowd, and he looked at Zhao Siqing who rushed forward from a distance and didn't make a sound.

The woman who had gone to Zhao Siqing's office with him before slowly walked to his side and said coldly: "Look, she is not worthy of you being so good to her, nor is she worthy of you being so kind to her, she has only had Huo Jingchen as a man in her heart from beginning to end." ”

Li Feihuan's expression remained unchanged, and he said slowly: "I don't know when you have said so much." ”

The woman was obviously a little unwilling, and seemed to want to say something more.

Li Feihuan turned to look at her and said lightly: "The stand-in must do what the stand-in should do, after all, there can be thousands of fakes." ”

Hearing the warning in his words, the woman's face turned a little pale.

Li Feihuan turned around and changed his position, but he did not leave, but kept watching the whole memorial service in the dark.

Zhao Siqing and Yang Jingqiu said a few words, and then slowly walked to Huo Jingchen's tombstone, a little in a trance.

"I won't believe it... I won't believe it, you said I wouldn't give up. Zhao Siqing spoke softly, tears rolling down uncontrollably.

She turned her head to look around and shouted, "Huo Jingchen, come out!" I know you're not dead, you're out! ”

She eagerly searched for him towards the crowd around her, and the sky swirled and drizzled.

Why hasn't he come out yet......

"Grandma, where is Huo Jingchen? Why hasn't he come out yet! Zhao Siqing's hair was wet, and he choked up as he grabbed Mrs. An's hand.

Old Madam Huo looked at her and sighed lightly, shook her head and didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing shouted at the top of her voice for a long time, but there was still no Huo Jingchen around, she couldn't help but slowly sit on the ground and cried bitterly.

"You're a liar! You bastard! You promised me ......"

“我明天就把你忘了，我去和别的男人生生世世……”

Zhao Siqing choked up, still not believing that he would die like this.

At this moment, a pair of dark brown leather shoes slowly stopped in front of her, and a familiar low voice sounded above her head: "Who else do you want to live with?" ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and as soon as he raised his head, he crashed into a pair of deep black eyes.

At this moment, the man on the tombstone happened to be standing in front of her, his eyes were deep, and her figure was reflected in his dark pupils.

Zhao Siqing looked at him blankly with his head up, forgetting to react.

Huo Jingchen sighed lightly, put his coat on her shoulders, helped her up, and said in a deep voice: "It's cold on the ground." ”

Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and threw herself into his arms and burst into tears: "You're not dead, are you?" I knew you weren't going to die! ”

Huo Jingchen also hugged her very tightly, leaned his chin on her shoulder and whispered: "You are still alive, how can I be willing to die." ”

赵思卿的眼泪越流越凶，吐字都有些不大清晰：“那你看我喊你那么久，却不肯出来……”

Huo Jingchen lifted her chin and kissed her fiercely.

He was afraid that after she knew that he was alive, he still couldn't let go of his past life and was unwilling to forgive her.

So after hesitating for a while, I was finally reluctant to look at her and be frightened, so I dared to come out.

There was a lot of discussion around, but Zhao Siqing couldn't hear anything at the moment, she hugged Huo Jingchen's waist tightly and responded eagerly to his kiss.

Huo Jingchen also hugged her very tightly, and no one knew how he came over these days.

He was even more afraid that she would not appear, and he was even more afraid that Li Feihuan would take her away, and there would be no trace of her again.