Three o'clock in the afternoon, Weilin Cemetery in the suburbs.
On the way there, Jing Jiaren did not dare to tell the driver directly about her destination, so she kept telling the driver the direction and instructing him where to drive.
The car stopped in front of the cemetery, and the cemetery manager was already waiting at the door.
Ximen Longting looked at the iron cemetery gate and frowned coldly: "Are you coming to the cemetery?"
"Um."
"Who are you coming to see!?"
Jing Meixue is buried here.
Jing Jiaren smiled calmly: "There's something wrong, you'll know after a while. Put down the wheelchair, I'm going to start enjoying the benefits of grandma!"
Ximen Longting looked coldly, while Jing Jiaren's expression did not look like she had discovered the news of Jing Meixue's death.
He carried her out of the car and Wilson pushed the wheelchair behind him.
"No hugging, I want to sit in a wheelchair."
"What's so good about a wheelchair?"
"I haven't sat down yet... I want to try it out."
"When you get old, there will be plenty of opportunities. When the time comes, you won't be able to sit down even if you don't want to!"
I'm afraid she has no chance to grow old...
Jing Jiaren struggled stubbornly: "When the time comes, you won't be the one pushing the wheelchair, so what's the point of sitting on it anymore?"
Ximen Longting's figure suddenly froze.
He knew that she was concerned about his poor physical strength. Carrying her into the cemetery would consume a lot of energy, so he asked to use a wheelchair.
"Who are you going to see in the cemetery!?"
"No matter who you look at, why don't you come to the cemetery once in a while to play?"
Have fun?
The administrator came up to us: "Hello, is this Miss Jing? I am the administrator of the cemetery, MR. Zheng. It's getting late, let's talk while we walk."
"Okay. Ximen Longting, push me away."
A group of people entered the cemetery.
MR. Zheng began to explain the origin, style, scale and size of this cemetery.
Gave another book of information to Jing Jiaren...
There are options and prices for empty tombs.
"Miss Jing, which gentleman you brought is a Feng Shui master?" MR. Zheng suddenly stopped explaining and looked at Wilson, Ximen Longting, and several bodyguards behind him.
The aura of this group of people is so terrifying, and everyone wears big sunglasses.
"I don't have a Feng Shui master with me. Can't I look at the cemetery by myself?"
"It's feasible. Every cemetery we have has a Feng Shui expert inspect it... Cemeteries with good Feng Shui will be very expensive."
Ximen Longting asked coldly: "Jing Jiaren, you want to buy a cemetery."
"Um."
"Buy it for who?" he asked sarcastically, "Buy it for me?!"
"What a surprise, a big gift for you——"
Ximen Longting's body suddenly stiffened, his wheelchair swayed, and Jing Jiaren almost jumped out.
"I'm just kidding, why are you so angry?"
Ximen Longting’s voice was stiff: “Then who are you buying it for!?”
"Buy it for me."
"What did you say--"
"I said, buy it for myself." Jing Jiaren turned her face slightly and looked at the surrounding environment, "I checked online this morning, and this is the cemetery with the best environment in B City. Surrounded by trees, quiet and quiet, it's a quiet time.
…I like it here.”
Ximen Longting looked extremely ugly and suddenly turned Jing Jiaren's wheelchair to face her: "What do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything," Jing Jiaren stared at him, "I just feel tired and tired of running away. I want to find a place to settle down."
"..."
"Unless you take off the chain."
"Is this another threat?" He gripped her shoulders angrily, "What other tricks do you have up to this point!" Tortured him like this!
Jing Jiaren shook her head calmly: "If you think it's a threat, then so be it..."