She was tired from standing and bent down to take off her high heels.
As soon as she bent down, a pair of feet wearing expensive leather shoes walked toward her step by step. She was wearing straight suit pants, her lips curved, and a happy smile appeared on her delicate little face.
She straightened up and looked at Lu Zhenyang with a smile as he walked towards her. He was wearing an ordinary black suit and a white shirt, which immediately made him stand out.
Junyi's face never showed a smile in such a public place. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and walked up to her. Without saying anything, he just reached out to hold her hand and led her down.
He came to the stage and was led out of the annual meeting hall.
"Even if one day I get Alzheimer's disease and forget about the whole world, I will never forget to stick with you."
These paintings really verified the cruel words she had made back then. He held the paintings in his hands. In his heart, each of these paintings was better than those works hung in the collections of famous artists in art museums.
Pei Mochen didn't go back all night and sat on the sofa with Cheng Shenke all night. He was worried that Cheng Shenke was in such a state that he couldn't take care of Cheng Ningyou.
Deep down in his heart, he was also worried about Cheng Shenke. Without Cheng Shenke, he was afraid that he would never see her again in his life.
When Cheng Ningyou woke up, she found her head was dizzy. She sat up and rubbed her swollen temples.
The sun shone into the room through the cracks in the curtains, and she thought of Lin Wei.
She looked around and saw Lin Wei's portrait on the bedside table. She reached out to pick it up and hugged it tightly to her chest.
"Lin Wei, are you really not coming back?"
She looked down at Lin Wei's smiling face in the photo frame, and couldn't control her tears.
"From now on, I will sit here with you and talk to you when I have time."
Holding Lin Wei's portrait in his arms, he walked out of the room barefoot. Cheng Shenke and Pei Mochen sat on the sofa. They both looked tired. Cheng Shengke seemed to be much older.
Cheng Shenke looked at Lin Wei's portrait in Cheng Ningyou's hand. The woman in the photo had loved him for eleven years.
They had been together for so many years, and they met like guests. They had never had a quarrel or an argument. She respected him, feared him, and also loved him.
At Lin Wei's funeral, Pei Yifeng and Lu Anyi bowed deeply to her portrait. There were some things they kept in their hearts but they didn't say it. It wasn't that they didn't know or didn't care.
Lu Anyi took Ye Zizi's hand and comforted her deeply, "Zi Zi, my condolences!"
Ye Zizi couldn't help crying, "Thank you."
Cheng Ningyou was wearing a black dress and white flowers on her chest. She stood next to Cheng Shenke and returned gifts to those who came to attend the funeral.
She couldn't cry anymore.
When Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng stood in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, then she bent slightly to them and bowed deeply.
Lu Anyi stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face, "Feifei, my condolences, you should also take care of yourself."
Looking at her red and swollen eyes, she felt very distressed. Whenever she cried when she was a child, she would immediately hold her in her arms and coax her until she stopped crying.
Now that they have grown up, her love for her has not changed. Being angry with her actually makes me feel even sadder.
Because it is hard to come by, I cherish it very much and fear losing it.
But Zhang Mofei's love for Pei Mochen may be even worse than hers.
When she was still a little old, she dared to raise her sleeves and let him bite her arm and drink her blood. She didn't even hum when the bone marrow was extracted.
