He put down the check, bowed deeply to Wang Li and his wife, and turned around and left sadly.
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Next, Ling Ang was in a state of extreme depression every day.
Every day, except for staring at those Phalaenopsis, I don’t want to do anything and don’t want to say anything.
Lan Ru looked at her son as empty as if she was lost every day, and she was helpless and heartbroken. "Ang, don't do this, people cannot be resurrected from death. She will be very sad to see you like this in heaven. In order to make her feel at ease,
You have to cheer up."
Ling Ang looked at the Phalaenopsis in front of him quietly and murmured: "It's not that I don't want to cheer up, but I can't cheer up. My soul has been taken away by her and has lost the ability to control my body."
"And, you can't do this, you have a lot to do."
He shook his head gently, "Even if I push my career to the peak, so what? I have countless money, but among the countless women, none of them is my favorite. In the days of frustration, no one is here.
Give me comfort. In the long lonely night, no one can talk to me. Is this life like life every day without anger?"
Lan Ru was there, and didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only sigh and walked out.
As soon as Lan Ru walked out, Zheng Yan came in. "Ann."
Ling Ang had no expression on his face, and he reached out to pick the brightly opened Phalaenopsis Phalaenopsis.
Zheng Yan felt uncomfortable when he looked like this, "She has left, no matter how many Phalaenopsis you plant, she can't see it."
"Even if she can't see, I will continue to plant it. I once said that I would fill 999 bottles of Phalaenopsis and propose to her. I only recovered 800 bottles at sea, and I had to leave the rest.
Make up. She is gone, so I will take it to her grave and burn it to her."
Zheng Yan was speechless for a while. After a while, he handed over a box, "This is some relics sent by Aoshuang's friend Mo Qi."
Ling Ang immediately came to his senses and quickly took the box.
When his eyes touched the wedding box, the colic in his heart hit hard like a rush of mountains and seas.
He picked up the wedding dress and looked at the snow-white silk and bloody roses, and the pain in his heart poured into his bones like a rapid flow.
After not sleeping for many days, blood was flowing in his eyes, which was reflected in the blood color of the rose, and twisted into a silent sorrow.
He buried his face deeply in his wedding dress and had not moved for a long time.
Zheng Yan looked at him like this and did not make any noise.
After a long time, he turned around and left. When he walked to the door, Ling Ang's voice suddenly came from behind, "Yan, what caused the fire that night?"
Since hearing the news of Wang Aoshuang's death, he has been immersed in extreme grief and forgot everything.
Now looking at the wedding dress in front of him, he suddenly remembered the cause of Wang Aoshuang's death.
Zheng Yan turned around and said, "The investigation result given by the local public security organs was that because the store had fierce fighting that day, many facilities were seriously damaged, and the fire was caused by leakage of certain electrical equipment or circuits."
Ling Ang's eyes, which had been dispersed, suddenly gathered, "Fighting? Why are there any fights?"
"Our bodyguard sent to him said that Zuo An had been to the shop that day, and the people on both sides fought and both sides suffered a defeat. Everyone was in the hospital, and no one protected Aoshuang that night."