"Xiao Xiao..." Feng Jianbo frowned, feeling very painful. "Don't say such things. It's so radical and it won't solve the problem..."
"Then what should I say?" Feng Xiaoxiao stared and said coldly. "This is my mother's tomb! Without my consent, who are you to make a decision?"
"Xiao Xiao."
Feng Jianbo frowned and said, "Your mother passed away many years ago, and she did not go through the inheritance transfer procedures back then. Therefore, although it is not in my name, I have the right to control it..."
"ha?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a statement.
"Ha ha……"
Feng Xiaoxiao laughed, tears falling down.
"You are really good at eating! Are you really not afraid of going to see your mother in the future? That's right, you are not surprised either. You are no longer his husband! You have become the husband of another woman!"
"Xiao Xiao..."
Feng Jianbo felt uncomfortable hearing these words and interrupted in a hurry.
"It's not that I didn't want to discuss it with you beforehand, but I can't find you at all these years. So this matter was already decided before you came back. How can I change it?"
"Stop talking!"
Feng Xiaoxiao shouted angrily, her eyes red.
"If you were still thinking about your mother and me, you wouldn't do this! You have changed, don't you know it? Since when did you only have your family in your eyes?"
Feng Xiaoxiao shook her head with red eyes.
"They can take possession of the Feng family, but why should they touch their mother's inheritance? Why, can't the Feng family still satisfy their appetite? Ah?"
"Xiao Xiao."
Feng Jianbo said in a deep voice, "You have grown up, so you should be more realistic when thinking about problems. Nanshan development is a big project and cannot be changed. There is no loss in moving your mother's grave..."
"Shut up!"
Feng Xiaoxiao drank coldly.
Legacy, reality, loss…
This is all he thinks about. Feng Xiaoxiao's starting point is just to hope that his mother can find peace.
What could she say to someone like Feng Jianbo? He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand anything, he has no heart.
Feng Xiaoxiao raised his hand and slowly wiped away the dirt and dust on the urn.
"Mom... I'm sorry for disturbing you."
There were tears in Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she tried her best not to let them fall.
"Xiaoxiao will take you away, I will take you away now."
"Xiao Xiao..."
Feng Jianbo was anxious, "Where are you taking your mother? I have already arranged the cemetery..."
"snort."
Feng Xiaoxiao sneered, "Mom won't want to stay where you arranged. If she knew that you were handling her inheritance this way, wouldn't you be afraid that your mother would come to you in a dream?"
Feng Jianbo was stunned and felt guilty.
"Xiaoxiao, the cemetery costs a lot of money... In this way, I will find a way to give you the money Nanshan loses..."
"Give me?"
Feng Xiaoxiao sneered, "You'd better do what you say. This time... I want to get everything my mother left for me! Can you do it?"
"I……"
Feng Jianbo was stunned and swallowed guiltily.
"I'll try my best..."
"snort."
Feng Xiaoxiao chuckled, "That originally belonged to me, and I won't allow you to try your best! It's a must, listen... it's a must!"
After saying that, he held the urn and walked down the mountain step by step.
Only Feng Jianbo was left with a decisive figure from behind.
Feng Jianbo sighed secretly, Xiao Xiao is really... exactly the same temperament as Shen Yuan.
It is good to have a wife. From her family background to her appearance and personality, there is absolutely nothing to be faulted about.
However, no matter how good a person is, he has been dead for so many years.
How do the people in your memory compare with the people you accompany every day in reality?