Chapter 111: Mother's ashes, buried here 3

In order to fulfill the big lie that he liked her, he finally told a bigger lie.

But in the end, he couldn't keep her by his side.

No one knew how much courage it took him to say the word roll to her in the pouring rain.

Because she was bruised all over her body, no one in the Fu family would pursue it again.

The night they went to deliver her medicine, Fu Nansen's men had not found her.

At that time, Bao Xiaobao didn't know where he got the courage, and he would think of jumping into the sea with his sister's child to commit suicide.

While lying on the beach listening to the howling and crying of the little flower roll, she suddenly felt that this child was going to be sent back to him after all.

But at that time, Fu Nansen did not kill her sister.

Lin Qingqing is not an accomplice.

Xia Qingru is dead, just an illusion that has deceived everyone.

Bao Xiaobao is very kind, and so is her sister.

Fu Nansen told Xia Qingru that people who didn't want to love shouldn't be entangled anymore.

That is, Bao Xiaobao came to beg him, crying so heartbreakingly, the Fu family would believe that Fu Nansen could really be so ruthless as to kill his fiancée.

This kind of courage is what his father values the most.

He was not yet full-fledged, but after that incident, he finally began to know how to accumulate his strength.

There is a kind of love in this world, and the more cruel it is to you, the more I hope that you will be well.

Yu Fu Nansen, to the bag of small packets.

But she would never know.

When Philnandon asked the psychiatrist to hypnotize him and remove her from his memory, he didn't expect her to know.

And he likes to make small bags, as long as he forgets it, no one in this world will know about it anymore.

Grandma took him out of the Fu family the first week he forgot to pack the small bag.

But those who have not forgotten the hatred for the Fu family have completely taken root in his heart on the first day he woke up.

A long time ago, Fu Nansen liked to pack small bags, Bao Xiaobao didn't know, and thought that if he had seen his viciousness and his coldness, that was him.

But then, that kind of Fournanson, willing to forget that he liked her so much, just because the last time she saw her, she dismantled the flower at his desk with her own hands, and then told him that such a ruthless and selfish Fournansen would never be the person she wanted to see.

Fate seems to have played a joke on him, forgetting her, when he reunites after a long absence three years, only his eyes will have warmth for her.

is like a congenital birth, that kind of warmth is only exclusive to her.

Now Fournansen doesn't remember the past.

The current bag has also abandoned what she thought in the past.

Today's two people are like the protagonists who meet for the first time in the story, and all love and hate will be redefined.

If fate has been indebted, it will inevitably be compensated.

"So your mother, is she buried here?"

Bao Xiaobao stopped and looked at the tombstone a few steps away.

It's very new, and it looks like it should have moved over the past few years.

"When I was eighteen years old, I came back and brought back my mother's ashes."

Fu Nansen looked at Bao Xiaobao in a low state, and the whole person was immersed in that indescribable great sadness.

The big eyes of Bao Xiaobao are full of all kinds of care.

She didn't speak, just simply put her hands around his neck and hugged him very softly.

The warmth from her embrace made Fu Nansen close his eyes slightly.

His breathing began to become steady.

There is a kind of steady happiness, which is plain, but it gives people great motivation.