Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 288 Nothing special, just a stranger Time, another year has passed.

During the Qingming Festival, the rain is pattering.

Located at the gate of the cemetery by the Yucheng River, a valuable imported Rolls Royce was parked there.

The driver held an umbrella for the man. The color of the umbrella was in line with his suit and hair, thick black.

He slowly walked into a stone tablet deep in the cemetery, his steps were steady but not slow, with the vigor that had grown stronger in him in the past two years, Yu Song and the tomb guards could hardly keep up with his steps.

Passing through half a grove, looking from afar, I saw an umbrella standing obliquely in front of the tombstone at the end of the line of sight.

When I got closer, I saw that under the umbrella were unburned incense candles, half a glass of sake, some snacks, and a bunch of yellow and white orange blossoms.

Seeing these things, the man's eyes seemed to freeze, and his deep voice spread out in the rain: "Has anyone been here?"

The gravekeeper replied truthfully: "Yes, Mr. Jiang, a couple of men and women brought their children to pay homage to Mr. Duan, and they left not long ago."

Yu Song thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Duan Lanzhi and his wife?"

The gravekeeper scratched his head and replied, "It's not Mr. Zhou and Ms. Duan. I recognize them."

Yu Song was startled, "Who is that?"

"They didn't register." The gravekeeper looked at the black and white photo of the old man on the tombstone, and said thoughtfully, "But he is not very old, and the woman asked the children to call the old man Duan great-grandfather, and she should be the grandson of the old man. "

Yu Song's expression froze suddenly, and he almost subconsciously looked at the man beside him.

The man's originally cold and indifferent eyes also turned dark in an instant.

The only grandchildren of Mr. Duan are Zhou Hao, Duan Zipei, and...the late wife.

Although there was no ups and downs on the man's face, it was self-evident that Yu Song knew how he felt when thinking of his wife in the cemetery during the Ching Ming Festival.

He wanted to skip this topic, but he heard the man ask, "What kind of woman?"

"A very beautiful woman." The gravekeeper replied.

Yu Song, "..."

Damn retarded, beautiful women are everywhere.He sighed silently in his heart, and carefully looked at the man's handsome side face, afraid that he would be displeased because the gravekeeper said nonsense that was equivalent to not saying anything.

The husband's temperament has changed drastically in the past two years. He is not as gentle and calm as before. He has become extremely cold and indifferent. His eyes have no warmth when looking at people. When he is angry, he is even more cold and stern. People dare not confront him at all. See.

To describe it in one sentence, it is indifference to the bone, and there is no room for mercy to anyone or anything.

Because there is nothing in this world that can bind him anymore.

There was nothing he cared about.

As expected, the man's handsome eyebrows frowned, like the blades of frost and snow, chilling.

Before he opened his mouth, the gravekeeper said while recalling: "The child is not very old, he can't even understand the words, and he looks like he is only in his early two years old."

two years old.

Yu Song kept looking at the man, and clearly saw his frozen eyes flicker.

He himself was astonished.

If the wife's child was still alive, it would be two and a half years old by now.

But—how is this possible?

"Where is Duan Zipei?" He asked suddenly.

Yu Song hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll check right away."

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On the street not far from the cemetery, a dark blue car drove out of the rain.

The man was quietly holding the steering wheel. On the back seat, the woman teased the child with a soft and charming voice. The child babbled and smiled, and the little foot accidentally kicked off the food box on the back seat, and the woman leaned down again Go pick it up, "Tremella, if you are naughty again, Mom will beat you."

Duan Zipei looked at her through the rearview mirror, "Just put it on the ground."

The pastries and drinks had been left in the cemetery anyway, and it was nothing more than an empty box now.

The woman didn't say anything, and the hand holding the box was relaxed again.

Duan Zipei parked the car in the Duan's garage, but did not get out of the car in a hurry, but asked, "Do you really want to come with me at night?"

"Go." The woman replied lightly, never leaving her eyes from the child in her arms, "I must find him."

"You don't even know the other person's last name, when will you find it like this?" Duan Zipei was helpless.

The woman pinched the child's face, and when she heard the words, the movement in her hand suddenly stopped, she turned to look at him, and frowned, "Since I promised him, I will do my best. Although I don't know what his last name is, but I remember what that man looked like, when he appeared on TV, Yu Xin pointed it out to me."

Duan Zipei looked at her intently, "Aren't you afraid that Jiang Lin will know that you are still alive if you show your face so much?"

When the woman heard the name, there was no change of emotion on the woman's face, what to do or what to do, "If you know it, you will know it, and there is no need to hide it."

To hide it from him, it was Ah Qing who made the decision alone when she was unconscious.

In fact, from Duan Zijin's point of view, this matter is absolutely necessary.

"There's no need to hide it from him, why don't you go to him?"

Duan Zijin looked at him amusedly, "Why did I go to him?"

"Let him know that you are still alive, isn't it to reconcile with him?"

Duan Zijin felt that his younger brother might have some brain problems.

But she understood very well that Ah Qing had never been able to think calmly about matters related to Jiang Lin.

She said very casually: "You misunderstood, I didn't want to take the initiative to tell him, but if he heard about it from someone, I didn't intend to hide it."

As Duan Zijin said, his eyes returned to the child, and he continued casually: "Ah Qing, why do you bother with a stranger? He knows it if he knows it, and he doesn't know it if he doesn't know it. It's nothing to me. There is a difference. However, if you feel that hiding it from him will make you feel better, then it’s better to hide it.”

For the first time in two years, Duan Zipei heard her talking about Jiang Lin from Yoyo.

Looking at the woman concentrating on coaxing the child, he suddenly felt much more at ease.

It is even more practical than letting her stay in the United States for the rest of her life and never come back——

Whether it's love, hate, parting, or concealment, it's all because you are willing to spend your time on the other person.

But now, that man's weight in her life is so light that Yoyo even thinks it's a waste of time to think about his reaction.

Nothing special, just a stranger.

This is more indifferent than the curse she once cursed, "Participating in business and leaving forever, not seeing each other forever".

Duanzi Pai paused, "Okay, you will come with me that night, let's go shopping for a dress first?"

The woman yawned, and said softly: "The servants at home haven't arrived yet, so I have to go back and make milk powder for white fungus and red dates. And I'm a little sleepy, so I want to get rid of the jet lag first. If it's convenient for you, I can get someone from the mall to help me. I'll pick one and send it here, you know the size, and I can choose any style."

Duan Zipei glanced at the phone and said in a low voice: "Okay, then you rest first, I will call the housekeeping company immediately and ask them to arrange someone to come."

"Hmm." The woman was about to open the car door with the child in her arms, when she saw the man still sitting in the driver's seat in a daze, she couldn't help frowning, "Why are you still sitting there?"

Duan Zipei was awakened by her lazy little displeasure, and hurriedly picked up the umbrella from the passenger seat, opened the car door for her, and carefully opened the umbrella, "Here we come, auntie, you can get out of the car .”

Being used to being served by others, he even forgot that there is no servant at home now, so he has to take care of her himself.

The many disasters two years ago made Yoyo's body very poor.Premature labor and heavy bleeding during childbirth completely dragged her down.She has been in a coma for more than a year, and soaked in a medicine jar for more than a year. Although Duan Zipei has tried her best to recuperate her this year, it is still difficult for her to return to her 18-year-old state.Now she feels sore and weak after holding the baby for a long time, let alone holding the baby with one hand and holding an umbrella with the other.

Duanzi brushed his hair back, got out of the car with the tremella in his arms, and went straight back to the bedroom.

In the crib, a pink baby girl was sleeping soundly, about the same age as the boy in Duan Zijin's arms.

She looked at her for a moment and sighed softly.

Ah Qing's movements were fairly quick, and after a while, the servants sent by the housekeeping company came to work, and they cleaned Duan's house inside and out, and when Duan Zijin woke up, the living room downstairs was completely new.

The dress was also delivered quickly, but Duan Zijin didn't expect that the person who gave her the dress was——

"Milan?"

She was slightly surprised to see the capable and glamorous woman with short hair in front of her. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She just felt that the emotions that had been settled in her heart for a long time were turbulent because of meeting her old friend.

The other party's reaction was much more intense than hers. He hugged her violently and kept chanting: "Zijin, when did you come back? Duan Zipei, damn it, don't tell me when you wake up, otherwise I would have gone The United States is looking at you! Just wait, I will use his surname if I don’t scold him to death at the meeting tomorrow..."

Duan Zijin listened quietly to her reading, and then pushed her away a little, but saw the woman with bright make-up talking, tears streaming down her face.