659. Chapter 659 The past is like a cloud of smoke 6
Looking closely, Qingting only has a pointed chin that resembles hers, and other parts are not similar.
He bowed deeply, full of gratitude.
"Mother-in-law, I have always wanted to say to you, thank you for giving birth to Tingting and allowing me to meet her. It is my blessing to have her and be united with her. It is my greatest wish in my life to grow old with her."
He tightened his arms, as if hugging a most precious treasure, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will hold Tingting's hand tightly and never leave."
This is his promise to his marriage, to his beloved wife, and to the person sleeping underground, which he will protect throughout his life.
Qingting smiled through her tears, feeling both sad and relieved, "Mommy, did you hear that? I am very happy."
In the vast sea of people, she was lucky enough to meet the man she belonged to.
He loves her and she loves him, it's as simple as that, but it's an opportunity that many people can't get in their lifetime.
She is happier than mommy.
A figure flashed behind the cemetery. Qi Rui pulled Qingting behind him without saying a word and looked in that direction warily.
"Who is it? Come out."
He suddenly remembered what happened that night and it was the same scene. Could it be...
A somewhat unfamiliar man came out. Qingting's eyes flashed and he frowned, "Is it you? Mr. Wang, why are you here?"
It was Wang An, the boss of Chenguang, who made a scene in the teahouse last time. He appeared again, in an unexpected place.
Wang An held a bouquet of pink roses in his hand, squatted down, placed the bouquet in front of the tomb, and bowed deeply. "This is your favorite flower. I specially bought the freshest one for you. Where are you?"
How are you doing? I'm thinking of you very much..."
He muttered to himself, his tone neither soft nor high, but enough for people around him to hear.
Qingting frowned slightly, does her mother like pink roses?
He stood up straight and looked at Qingting with a hint of kindness, "I came to pay homage to an old friend. I didn't expect you to be her daughter. The world is so small, and the fate is wonderful. We have never known each other before.
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Qingting looked at him for a few times and probed quietly, "Are you an old friend of my mommy? What is the relationship? Ordinary friends? A suitor?"
"We are good friends we met by chance." Wang An looked solemn and said in a low voice, "She is very kind and gentle, and she is a very good woman."
Qingting curled up the corner of his mouth with a meaningful expression, good friend?
"It's a pity that good people don't live long. Her early death may be the best destination for her."
It is better to die peacefully than to live and see your husband reveal his wild ambitions and hook up with other women.
It's just... that's not her own choice!
Wang An's expression changed, as if he was extremely shocked, and he shouted angrily.
"How can you say that? She is your mommy."
Qingting glanced at him lightly, not taking him seriously at all.
"She was good at everything, but she had a bad taste in men. She couldn't pick anyone, so she chose a jackal, tiger, and leopard, and was killed abruptly."
The words were sharp and mean, and every word had a profound meaning. She kept her eyes locked on the other person, observing his every expression.
"What?" Wang An's expression was very strange. He couldn't tell, he seemed angry, scared or frightened. "You can't say such things randomly. You must have evidence. Mrs. Leng, you are too extreme. This is very bad.
, as an elder, I have the responsibility to give you advice..."