Holding a bouquet of white flowers in his hand, wearing a well-fitting black suit, and a handsome face that captivates all living beings, he stood casually and looked as noble as an emperor.
Who is this man in front of me if not Leng Zimo?!
Lu Hao didn't dare to look at him. Not only was his voice trembling, but his whole body was shaking like leaves falling in the wind.
"Leng...Mr. Leng...you...why are you here?"
Could it be said that he discovered their conspiracy?
When he thought of this possibility, the back of Lu Hao's shirt was instantly wet with cold sweat.
"I'm here to give Xiaoqian a bouquet of flowers and take away the things." Leng Zimo stepped down to the cemetery and said, "Lead the way!"
It turned out that he was here for Luo Xiaoqian. Lu Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and led the way. After all, he didn't dare to walk in the middle and just walked along sideways, like a dog.
From the entrance to the tomb, less than a kilometer away, Lu Hao's suit was already wet with cold sweat.
Although Leng Zimo was not sent to jail last time, during the week he was detained in the detention center, he was beaten and beaten every day. That week was simply like hell.
Now, how could he not be afraid when he saw Leng Zimo.
Walking forward and placing the flowers in front of the tombstone, Leng Zimo nodded lightly as a salute, and his eyes fell on the brown box placed aside.
"Everything is there?"
"They're all here, they're all here!" Lu Hao wiped his eyes, which were a little sore from the mustard oil, "Thank you."
Leng Zimo took a step forward and felt the cold aura on his body. Lu Hao was so frightened that he took three steps back and fell to the ground.
"Either disappear in her world, or disappear in this world." Looking at him condescendingly, Leng Zimo said in a deep voice, "This is the last time I remind you."
After bending to lift up the box, Leng Zimo turned around and walked away without looking at him again.
Lu Hao sat on the ground and watched the black Mercedes-Benz car drive away before feebly getting up from the ground.
Not far away, in the woods, Qiangzi ran over with a SLR, looked at the black car that was getting away, and then turned to look at Lu Hao.
"Brother Hao, why...why is Leng Zimo here?"
"Who knows!" Lu Hao patted the dirt on his body, "Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back."
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In the small courtyard of my hometown.
Luo Xiaoqian stood in the yard and bowed three times in the direction of Qingsong Cemetery.
"Aunt Li, I'm sorry, I can't attend your funeral."
She had just straightened up when the cell phone in the living room rang. Luo Xiaoqian ran over and looked at the landline number from Beijing. She felt vaguely familiar and answered the call immediately.
"Hello, hello, I'm Luo Xiaoqian."
"I'm Leng Lin." On the other end of the phone was Leng Lin's calm and calm voice.
Leng Zimo’s father?!
Luo Xiaoqian's body immediately stood up straight, "Hello."
On the other end of the phone, Leng Lin said directly, "The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. You and Zimo go home together, and we go to the cemetery together."
"What?!"
Luo Xiaoqian was surprised and didn't know what to say.
Isn't this invitation too sudden?
"See you at Babaodi Cemetery at ten o'clock the day after tomorrow." On the opposite side, Leng Lin said the time and place and hung up the phone directly.
"Cold..." Luo Xiaoqian lowered her palms helplessly as she listened to the blind voice on the phone.
The father and son are exactly the same. They have always been like this. They just give orders and never consider other people's feelings.
