After hearing Lu Hanchuan's words, Shen Qingqing smiled slightly, stepped forward, squatted beside the tombstone, stretched out her hand to gently touch the black and white photo, "Mom Shen, if there is an afterlife, Qingqing can be your granddaughter, okay?" ?It’s just that in the next life, you must remember Qingqing..."
She stood up and the workers sealed the dirt again.
At this moment, the sound of leather shoes suddenly came from the bluestone road. Such a loud noise broke the tranquility——
The voice came closer and closer. At first, Lu Hanchuan thought it was who it was. He turned around to look. When he clearly saw the other person's appearance, his eyebrows tightened——
"Qingqing, this is Huo Tingxiao!"
When Shen Qingqing heard this, she smiled slightly, her long eyelashes drooping lightly, leaving a green shadow on her slightly pale face. She raised her head, looked at Huo Tingxiao who had already walked over, and said softly, "No need. , even if you want to stop him, you can't stop him, just let him do whatever he wants!"
Looking over Lu Hanchuan's shoulder, Shen Qingqing watched the man walking towards her step by step, her eyebrows furrowed.
Why did this man come here?
Are you here to see a joke?
should be!
After all, the more embarrassed she is, the happier he will be!
So naturally I won’t miss such a good opportunity!
Huo Tingxiao was wearing a black handmade suit, which perfectly reflected his slender and straight body. However, his cold and sharp facial lines were now cast with an eager look, and his eyes were slightly disappointed.
"Mr. Huo, what are you doing here?" Before Huo Tingxiao could speak, Shen Qingqing spoke first, her tone indifferent and distant.
Huo Tingxiao looked at the woman in front of him, but did not speak. He just reached out and held Shen Qingqing's cold hand. When she came into contact with the warm breath, Shen Qingqing suddenly looked up at the man holding her hand. She could even I could clearly feel the man's trembling.
She frowned slightly, feeling very unhappy.
But before she could say anything, the man reached out and hugged her into his arms——
Shen Qingqing almost subconsciously wanted to push Huo Tingxiao away, but there was no way to push him away. Huo Tingxiao naturally felt her struggle, but stubbornly held Shen Qingqing in his arms.
I don't know why the tip of Huo Tingxiao's nose felt slightly sour and painful while holding such a thin Shen Qingqing.
In addition, he already vaguely knew what happened back then, so the pain slowly began to spread, forming a great sadness in his heart.
"Shen Qingqing, such a big thing happened, why didn't you tell me? It's Mother Shen's funeral. Even if you hate me again, you should tell me. After all, Mother Shen also took care of me!" Huo Tingxiao's voice was slightly louder. Somewhat low.
After hearing his question, Shen Qingqing didn't react for a moment, but the next moment, she pushed Huo Tingxiao away hard and looked up at the man in front of her with a mocking look in her eyes.
Just such a faint smile made Huo Tingxiao feel a little scared!
"Shen Qingqing..." Huo Tingxiao called lightly.
But what he responded to was indifferent and distant words, "How can Mr. Huo sing so well? If you are here to see a show, I'm sorry, but Mother Shen's death did not have a big impact on me. You didn't let me get to the point where I was about to die!" Shen Qingqing suddenly looked up at Huo Tingxiao and smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes, with a bit of ridicule, "It's a pity that Mr. Huo's trip was in vain. Got it!"