Leng Zimo, in fact, I have always been by your side and have never left.
——Luo Xiaoqian.
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Qingdao.
Chang'an Cemetery.
Yesterday was the Qingming Festival, and many graves in the cemetery had been filled with new soil. Unlike yesterday, the cemetery was overcrowded.
The cemetery was very quiet today, with only a few belated payers walking up carrying bouquets of flowers.
A little boy walked up the mountain road holding a large bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums. The large bouquet covered his face, but the little hands holding the flowers were white and slender.
Stopping in front of a tombstone, the boy stepped forward and leaned the bouquet in his hand against the stone monument.
The little face that had been hidden by the bouquet immediately showed its clues.
He is very tall. He is obviously only four years old, but he looks like a big boy of five or six years old. He has a small face with some cute baby fat. His little black coat makes his face as fair as jade.
, delicate eyebrows, pink lips slightly pursed, showing a slightly calmer expression than the average child of the same age.
"Grandma, my mother and I are here to see you again. Do you think I have any?" He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the dust on the tombstone. "I will wipe it for you. Your door is fine."
Dirty."
The heels of high-heeled shoes stepped on the stone pavement, making a crisp sound, and a young woman walked slowly over.
The five-inch high heels are as thin as nails, but they walk very steadily and calmly.
The young woman is tall and slender. She wears a simple white shirt, black skirt and black jacket, which outlines her exquisite figure. Under her long hair, a pair of wide sunglasses covers her face. She is capable and reveals the unique enchantment of a woman.
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"Mom, I'm helping grandma clean the door." The little boy raised his face and waved the dirty handkerchief in his hand to the person walking by, "Look..."
"Be good!" The woman bent down, stretched out her slender palm, and touched the little boy's head, "Be sure to help grandma wipe it clean."
"Yes." The little boy nodded solemnly and started wiping with more concentration.
The woman also knelt down with him and gently touched the tombstone with her fingers, "Mom, I'm here to see you!"
Two men in black clothes stood not far away, carefully guarding their surroundings.
In the distance, a young white man in a light-colored suit hurried up the hill. Seeing him, the two bodyguards stepped back and moved out of the way.
"Miss Luo!" The man in light clothes stopped behind the woman in front of the tombstone and said in English, "The information you requested has arrived."
The young woman stood up, raised her hand and took off her sunglasses from her face. The glasses were removed, revealing a delicate face. She was very young. If you only looked at that face, you would think that she was only twenty-one or twelve years old.
, but the temperament is definitely not what a girl of that age can have.
A twenty-year-old girl is like a flower that has just bloomed, but a twenty-five-year-old woman is already in full bloom. It is the most beautiful time in a woman's life.
This woman is none other than Luo Xiaoqian.
"What's the result?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
"Now I am sure that this woman is the one you have been looking for." The assistant passed the photo to Luo Xiaoqian.
In the photo, a beautiful woman is walking among the crowd with a cup of coffee in her hand. It seems that she is getting ready to go to work.
"Where is she now?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
"I just returned to Beijing from Chicago to work a month ago. Now I am working for Imperial Vision Group, and my position is Assistant to the President." The assistant replied.
Luo Xiaoqian raised the corners of her lips, "I knew you wouldn't give up on Zimo. I've finally waited for this day!"
