"Smile," Han Feifei gently grabbed her hand, put it in his palm and said, "I know you are a woman with ideas and personality. Who should Tianhao and I choose, and who we will choose, are naturally in your heart.
Countless. In that case, why should I step in and interfere with your choice? Loving someone is not about holding her firmly in the palm of your hand, but respecting her opinions at all times."
Looking into Han Murphy's affectionate eyes, Xiaoxiao's heart was filled with turmoil.
Some people say that you can only know the good and bad of a man after comparing them. This is true.
Even if she completely forgot about Han Murphy, he was not as good as Zheng Tianhao.
It's just such a perfect man, how could she give up in the first place?
Subconsciously, she is not the kind of obedient person who listens to her parents in everything.
"Murphy, have you been so kind to me before?"
After saying that, Xiaoxiao cheered up and observed Han Murphy's every move. His behavior was very calm, and there was no wave in his eyes.
Gently raising Xiaoxiao's hand, Han Murphy kissed the back of her hand and said, "Xiaoxiao, I love you so much, so of course I have always been nice to you."
It was another weekend, Xiaoxiao went back to Shanghai to visit her aunt and uncle, and Han Murphy took the time to pay homage to his parents' graves.
I was used to getting up early, and when I arrived at the cemetery, the morning fog still hadn't dispersed, and the surrounding area was deserted.
Looking at the photos of his parents on the tombstone, he was silent for a long time. Then, he gently brushed off the dust on the tombstone and placed white jasmine flowers on it.
Looking up, he saw from a distance a large group of people in black hurriedly walking past Zheng Shihua.
Bending down, he hid behind the tombstone and secretly looked at the group of people. Zheng Shihua, who was wearing a black suit, seemed to be full of thoughts and did not notice the subtle changes in the cemetery.
The strange thing is that this is a civilian cemetery. Considering Zheng Shihua's status, who in his family is buried here?
Zheng Shihua came and left in a hurry, staying for less than ten minutes.
After everyone had left, Han Murphy straightened up and walked in the direction where Zheng Shihua had just gone.
Along the way, all the flowers in front of the tombstones had withered, and only in front of the top grave, a large bunch of white camellias filled with fragrance.
White camellia? Han Murphy suddenly remembered that this kind of flower can be seen all year round, whether in Zheng Shihua's office or in the study room of his home.