When Shen Qingqing was mentioned, Lu Hanchuan's eyes couldn't help but become a little colder, and his eyes were filled with anger. He looked at Jiang Lan angrily, "Even if I can't love Shen Qingqing, so what? I I have never thought of possessing her, and even if my ashes are scattered around her graveyard a hundred years later, I would not want to be buried with someone like you!"
Jiang Lan looked at Lu Hanchuan in front of her in astonishment. Such words were undoubtedly a blow to her. He would rather be buried near Shen Qingqing's cemetery to accompany her and protect her than to be buried with the wife he was married to!
At this moment, she really wanted to laugh and have a good laugh.
Then she raised her eyes, and what caught her eyes were cold eyes and a cold back.
The corners of her lips suddenly raised slightly, with a hint of sadness, "Lu Hanchuan, I will definitely not die before you!"
…
The bright sunshine shines in, with a slight chill. Because it is already late autumn, the weather has begun to get cooler.
Huo Tingxiao opened his eyes and looked at the room, which was full of Shen Qingqing's name, and felt a little relieved. It seemed that only seeing the photos in the room would make him feel better.
The long eyelashes fluttered, and the thin lips were pursed, with a hint of coolness.
At this moment, he looked at the sunshine outside the window and suddenly laughed. The smile on his lips was as gentle as jade. He turned his head and looked at the photo of himself placed under the quilt and said, "Qingqing, I have to do something today." If you go out for a while, can you wait for me at home?"
After a pause, he reached out and touched Shen Qingqing's cheek in the photo again, "Mr. Shen will hold a shareholders' meeting in two days. Shen Yiwei is going to hand over Ms. Shen to Xu Youran. Don't worry, then. It's what you care about most, and I won't give it to anyone else!"
In the photo, there is Shen Qingqing's beautiful smile. That is Shen Qingqing when she was a student.
"This is just the beginning of Xu Youran's torture, Qingqing... I don't want her to disturb your purity anymore, so she can only accompany me to struggle in this hell on earth, unable to survive or die!"
After saying that, Huo Tingxiao got up and went to the cloakroom to choose clothes.
Today he wore a pure black handmade suit with a white shirt underneath. Although he looked a little rough, he had a good foundation. He just looked too thin, but his aura was still the same as before.
After getting dressed, he went downstairs and happened to see Huo Qingyin cooking breakfast and was about to go up to call him.
Seeing the well-dressed Huo Tingxiao, Huo Qingyin's heart suddenly fell to the ground. Only this kind of Huo Tingxiao could be considered her brother.
At the dinner table, Huo Qingyin filled the porridge and served it to Huo Tingxiao. Seeing that he was willing to eat, she couldn't tell you how happy she was.
Just seeing the loneliness in his eyes, her heart still ached.
There will never be another Shen Qingqing. My brother will probably spend his whole life torturing himself...
It would be great if Sister Qingqing was still here...
"Brother, are you going back to the Huo family soon?" Huo Qingyin asked softly.
Huo Tingxiao did not raise his head, but just drank the porridge by himself. It was not until he finished the porridge that he looked up at Huo Qingyin, with a hint of coldness in his low-mellow voice, "Huo Qingyin, before tonight, move Get away from here!”
When Huo Qingyin heard this, she raised her head and looked at Huo Tingxiao, but her own shadow was not reflected in those phoenix eyes, and her deep pupils were as silent as death.