When Lin Yan came to pick up Lin Qingqing, she was still standing at the gate of the community like a stake. It wasn't until the car stopped in front of her that she woke up.

"Come on." This was the first time that Lin Yan didn't smile when he saw her.

got into the car without saying a word, Lin Qingqing still didn't have any expression. "Why?" She asked suddenly.

There was no need to explain more, and Lin Yan knew what Lin Qingqing was asking at this time. "More on that later." He turned the steering wheel to the left, avoiding the oncoming truck.

"Then why are you telling me now?" She turned her head to look at Lin Yan, her eyes full of questions and inquiry.

Why do these people always come out and disturb her when her life is quiet? Why do they have to be involved when it's just impossible?

Lin Qingqing didn't understand, and she didn't want to have anything to do with the Lin family. If she could, she would rather have no father or mother than accept the fact that Lin Huaizhi was her father.

In the face of Lin Qingqing's anger, Lin Yan's hand holding the steering wheel was a little harder. "Qingqing!" He roared under his breath. "Now is not the time to talk about this!"

"Huh." Lin Qingqing snorted coldly. "Your Lin family is like this, you always feel justified." She said contemptuously.

A sentence from the Lin family made her and the Lin family distinct. If one day she has to put a new surname on her name, that surname can only be Ou, and it must not be Lin.

Even though Lin Yan wanted to explain something now, he knew that now was the wrong time. He could only watch Lin Qingqing go crazy in silence, and silently respond to her words like a sword.

Along the way, the two looked at each other without saying a word. Lin Yan knew that this was the result he wanted to see, and everyone in the Lin family would not be happy. But really watching them suffer in front of his eyes, his heart suddenly felt like a big stone was not easy.

When he arrived at Lin's house, Lin Qingqing just followed Lin Yan into the room with a cold face. In the room, Liu Wanqing and Lin Yu's mother and daughter were wiping their tears.

Looking at their red eyes, Lin Qingqing had an indescribable feeling. She didn't know if the two of them were really sad to the point of shedding tears, and she didn't know how much of the tears were true or false.

It is also sad that these rich people have been running for money all their lives, but on the day they die, they realize how ethereal those things are.

She sneered and swept over the mother and daughter, then looked back at the sickbed. Lin Huaizhi was already on a ventilator at this moment, his face was covered by a large oxygen mask, and he couldn't see any expression.

Staring at the person who described the withered tree, Lin Qingqing didn't know what he was feeling in his heart. There was a warm sensation in her fingertips, and a fresh heart was beating in her chest.

The blood that flows from the thin veins to the internal organs comes from the beating heart, but also from the dying man.

In fact, when she bumped into the adultery between her mother and Lin Huaizhi, she knew a very difficult word, called mistress.

She has no memory of many things in the past, but she only knows that before she was brought to the Lin family by her mother, they were not actually living a bad life, and it can even be said that they are clothed and fed.

However, this is such a life, but it can't make that woman miss it at all. As if she was crazy, she knelt down and begged Lin Huaizhi, begging him to let her stay with him. So later, Lin Qingqing lived in the Lin family as a matter of course and became a servant's daughter.

When Lin Qingqing was still immersed in memories, Lin Huaizhi on the sickbed beckoned to her. Her thoughts were interrupted, and her gaze returned to the person in front of her.

For Lin Huaizhi's call, she just turned a blind eye and still stood by the door and watched coldly. In fact, today's scene is like a joke for her, a joke about herself.

On the side, Liu Wanqing glanced at Lin Qingqing fiercely with her eyes, and finally walked to the bedside. She helped Lin Huaizhi take off the oxygen mask, and then sat up against the bed with him in her arms.

After all, it was love, how could it be like a stranger. Seeing Liu Wanqing finish all this, Lin Qingqing suddenly felt that she was not so annoying, at least not all annoying.

She also loves Lin Huaizhi, and Lin Qingqing came up with this answer very certainly. Although she is always snarky and always wants to show her happiness by inflicting pain on others, there is nothing wrong with love itself.

How could Lin Qingqing not remember that when her mother died, Liu Wanqing had a hint of joy in her panicked eyes.

"Qingqing...... I ......" Lin Huaizhi was already angry. He spoke intermittently, gasping for air with each word he spat out. "I'm right...... I'm sorry for you......" He finally finished the sentence.

Although this sentence was not loud, it was enough to reach Lin Qingqing's ears. She turned her face away and didn't look at the person in front of her.

How can she face it? Is it confronting those sordid pasts? Or is it the face that he is a mistress child? For Lin Qingqing, these are like falling into the fire when she was a child and leaving a mark, although it has become blurred as she grows older, but every time others look carefully, she still wants to cover it up.

Lin Huaizhi stretched out his hand to her, he raised his hand with difficulty and shook it in the air twice, and then fell silently, never raised again. "Huaizhi ......" Liu Wanqing hugged him and let out a sharp scream, and then, she also lost consciousness.

As with all loved ones at the scene of their deaths, the cries of these people made the room noisy. In this kind of noise, Lin Qingqing was as calm as a passerby.

Her hands were hidden in the wide sleeves of her coat, and her whole body was shaking. She gritted her teeth and tried to keep her composure, so that no one could see her emotion.

The moment he raised his head and looked at Lin Yan, Lin Qingqing was really puzzled. Unlike the calm she pretended, Lin Yan was really calm. There was no sorrow in his eyes, not even regret.

The two of them looked at each other half of the room, and those cries and shouts seemed to have all become background boards at this moment.

In fact, what Lin Qingqing didn't know was that the reason why she went to the hospital that day was empty was because Liu Wanqing found the property that Lin Huaizhi wanted to give her hidden under the pillow.

She didn't know that in fact, Liu Wanqing's tears were all true. She has spent her whole life on this man, no matter how many warblers Yanyan he has outside, she has to defend her family and love decently and lonely.

She didn't know that in fact, the moment Lin Huaizhi's hand hung down just now, tears actually flowed from her cloudy eyes.