Since that day, Lin Qingqing has been seriously ill. She lies in bed and is limited to the inside and outside of her apartment every day.

Fortunately, there are still benefits when he is sick, and for a whole week, Ou Yuanlan almost completes all the work at home except for going out to meet customers.

Lin Qingqing looked at the person who was sitting not far away and suddenly grinned. It was a good feeling for her to be held in the palm of her hand for the first time.

"Awake?" Ou Yuanlan seemed to sense her gaze.

Facing this person's straightforward and undisguised gaze, Lin Qingqing lowered his head a little shyly. "Hmm." She whispered in response.

"Then let's go." He put down the computer, suddenly stood up and said to Lin Qingqing.

It wasn't until this time that Lin Qingqing noticed Ou Yuanlan's crisp black suit. Black and this person are really in perfect harmony, she sighed.

After a while, Lin Qingqing didn't say anything and slid back into the quilt. What day it is, she knows very well in her heart.

She also read yesterday's newspaper, and there was a photo of Lin Huaizhi's business activities in his early years, and the newspaper also advertised that he was an industrialist. Because of the so-called donations and charity, he was able to get a place in the newspaper after his death.

The previous president of the Lin Group passed away due to illness, and the funeral was scheduled for today, and that line of eye-catching words appeared in Lin Qingqing's mind.

To go or not to go? This question has tormented Lin Qingqing since yesterday. She didn't know what kind of feelings she had for that man.

In fact, to say that she is Lin Huaizhi's daughter admits it from the bottom of her heart, or that she has been so suspicious since a long time ago. After all, it was the only man who had appeared by her mother's side for so many years, and the man she once loved. Apart from him, Lin Qingqing couldn't think of anyone else who could make that woman willing to risk death to have a child.

But what if it's biological? Over the years, he has not shown the slightest kindness to her except for his own genes.

However, whenever she made up her mind to break off with the Lin family, Lin Huaizhi's last hanging hand appeared in her mind.

Because she couldn't be completely ruthless, she could only torture herself repeatedly. Lin Qingqing stared at the ceiling above her head, and sometimes she would think that it would be nice if her life could be like this snow-white ceiling. You can see the end at a glance, but it also avoids bumps and drifts.

"Do you think I should go?" Lin Qingqing knew that she couldn't hide, so she crawled out of the quilt and looked at Ou Yuanlan and asked.

Even though he didn't want Lin Qingqing to have anything to do with the Lin family, Ou Yuanlan still didn't want to interfere with Lin Qingqing's decision. "You think about it yourself, I'll go with you if you want to go. If you don't want to go, don't torture yourself with these things from now on. He sat on the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window against the light, and the whole person looked like a freehand painting.

In fact, Lin Qingqing hoped that Ou Yuanlan could point to her nose and say that she was not allowed to go, saying that she should not do things, and she was not decisive and resolute at all. Although she doesn't like others to dictate her own affairs, at least she won't be entangled to death now.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Qingqing finally got up from the bed. It's indeed spring, and the sun shines in the morning to make people envy.

"I'll go myself." Lin Qingqing looked at Ou Yuanlan and said.

She hasn't talked about this past to Ou Yuanlan yet, because in her opinion, it is like a birthmark imprinted on her head, which makes people ashamed to talk about it.

Glancing at Lin Qingqing, Ou Yuanlan took out a blue striped tie from the wardrobe and tied it. "I'll go with you." His tone was full of unquestionable.

glanced at Ou Yuanlan with some concern, Lin Qingqing didn't know how to explain the twists and turns to him. In fact, even she herself doesn't know very thoroughly.

"Replace this with this." He didn't know where to take out a paper bag and put it in front of Lin Qingqing and said.

There was a string of English letters printed on the kraft paper bag, which Lin Qingqing couldn't read, but she knew that it must be another big brand. Suspiciously, I opened the bag and saw that it was a small black suit.

Raising her head gratefully and looking at Ou Yuanlan, she said two words softly. "Thank you."

That person was always so good, whether she could think of it or what she couldn't think of, he seemed to be ready in advance.

After changing his clothes, Lin Qingqing looked at himself in front of the big floor-to-ceiling mirror. The last time she wore black, it was when her mother died.

Thinking back to the present, Lin Qingqing really didn't expect that just a few years later, she would have to attend Lin Huaizhi's funeral.

The car drove on a winding mountain road, which was the road leading to the cemetery, and it was also the place where Lin Qingqing and Ou Yuanlan had come before.

If there is no one who is loved in life, why bother after death? This is a sentence that popped out of Lin Qingqing's mind when she learned that Lin Huaizhi insisted on being buried next to her mother.

Maybe he knew that Lin Qingqing was in a bad mood, so Ou Yuanlan kept silent and didn't ask anything. In fact, he already knew that Lin Qingqing was Lin Huaizhi's daughter, and even before she knew, he already knew.

It's just that many things are always so unexpected, and he originally thought that he would never let Lin Qingqing know his life experience, maybe it would be more merciful to her. But she didn't expect that she would learn about it in this situation.

A warm hand was covered on the back of his cold hand, and Lin Qingqing was slightly surprised. Then, she raised her head and looked at Ou Yuanlan, and her heart suddenly warmed.

When the cemetery arrived, Lin Qingqing got out of the car, raised his head and squinted at the dazzling sun, and suddenly felt that it was a bit ironic that today's weather was good.

A new grave is added next to the old grave, and the old man can know that the old man is coming. Lin Qingqing looked at Lin Huaizhi's grave, and didn't feel much hatred in his heart.

The deceased is like this, even if that man once failed her and her mother, it has nothing to do with her anymore. In this life, their father-daughter fate only ends here.

"In this world, I only have you." Lin Qingqing raised her head and looked at Ou Yuanlan and said, her eyes were full of distressing fragility.

Ou Yuanlan stretched out his hand and hugged her. "With me, there is you." His indifferent voice sounded inexplicably safe.

From this moment on, Lin Qingqing finally admitted the fact that he was an orphan. She didn't have a good time before, but she had parents. Now, she really has nothing.

If there is no Ou Yuanlan, then in this world, she is a lonely person. But with this person, she is not an island.