It wasn't until Wei Zongze's gaze disappeared from sight that Qiu Lingyang withdrew her gaze, and she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Li Desheng's phone again.

This time, she didn't say any nonsense, and said directly: "Mr. Li, please help me check Wei Zongze, general manager of Ruan Hong Group in T City." I want his details, the more detailed the better. ”

"This matter is simple, I can give Mrs. Shang the complete information she wants the day after tomorrow at the latest." Leadsheng on the other end of the phone was also very helpful.

To find a living person, or such a famous person, for someone in his profession, it is the easiest.

"Okay." Qiu Lingyang hung up the phone, beckoned to a taxi, and came to the cemetery again.

Today is not a special day, it is not the Qingming Festival, nor is it Chu Xiaohang's death day, but she has discovered something special. In front of Chu Xiaohang's tombstone, someone put his favorite bouquet one step ahead of her.

Who sent this bouquet of flowers? Will it be the same person who delivered the flowers before?

If it's the same person, how did that person know she's coming to the cemetery? It was as if he knew she was coming, and every time he sent a bouquet of flowers before she was going to come.

Just a coincidence? Or has someone been snooping on her behind her back for a long time?

Over the years, there have been very few people who have really played traffic, except for Lu Meizhen's mother and daughter who hate her to the bone, others just come to her with the mentality of watching the excitement.

Qiu Lingyang looked around, not to mention the shadow of a person, not even a ghost shadow.

After standing for a while, she unconsciously stretched out her hand to outline the three words Chu Xiaohang on the tombstone.

She said: "Xiao Hang, someone told me two days ago that the car accident was not an accident, do you think it was man-made?" If it is artificial, then who will that person be? ”

Knowing that no one would answer her question, she paused for a moment, as if waiting for his answer.

After a while, I heard her say again: "Xiao Hang, I know someone now, his name is Wei Zongze." I'll always see your shadow in that person. And then I think, could it be that you're not dead at all? Did you change your face and identity and continue to live? I hope he's you, really hopeful. ”

After speaking, Qiu Lingyang watched quietly, motionless in the face of the tombstone, staring blankly at the three words 'Chu Xiaohang'.

She would never have known that every word she said here reached Wei Zongze's ears word for word.

The pinhole camera embedded in the tombstone also transmitted her every movement and expression. Wei Zong was holding a tablet, and the computer showed this scene of the cemetery.

His eyes under the golden frames fixed on the familiar face, his slender fingertips gently tapping on the screen, caressing back and forth over her face.

The sexy lips hooked slightly, and a light smile was raised: "Xiaoyang, your intuition is right." Your Xiao Hang is indeed not dead, he is living by your side now, and you drank tea and chatted with him not long ago. ”

"Xiao Hang, but if Wei Zong is you, then why don't you want to recognize me?" She was asking Chu Xiaohang, but she was actually talking to herself.

Wei Zong, who was sitting in the office watching the video, continued: "Because the time is not yet ripe, when everything is ripe, I will recognize you." ”