Young Master Feng's Hidden Marriage and Ugly Wife

Horsman continued,

"Sister, don't even think about it. If you hadn't been trying to deal with Lan Li and ruined Lan Li. How could Auntie's illness get better? How could you get back that batch of gold?"

"Sister, she can't see that you have traveled to several countries to find a professional doctor to treat her in order to save her. Nor can she see that you can't sleep well all night to take care of her."

"Ting Yuan, my sister doesn't have you in her heart, no matter what you do is wrong, Ting Yuan, my sister really doesn't deserve your sacrifice."

"Okay, stop talking!"

Feng Tingyuan interrupted Huo Siman, then turned and walked towards the garage.

In fact, why didn't Huo Siman know what Huo Siman said?

The night was deeper.

The taxi stopped in front of the cemetery.

The driver glanced at the woman sitting on the back seat of the car, and asked worriedly,

"Beauty, this is a cemetery, aren't you afraid to come alone?"

After Luo Yunchu paid the fare with his mobile phone, he said with a sad expression,

"The person I love the most is here, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

Only then did the driver look at Luo Yunchu in astonishment, looking at the thin woman in front of him, the light in his eyes was so firm.

At this time, Luo Yunchu walked alone in the cold cemetery, holding a bouquet of white roses in her hand, and walked up the steps step by step.

In the deep night, from time to time, there were crows calling and fluttering their wings, adding a bit of bleakness and loneliness to the bleak cemetery.

The night wind picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and floated in front of her.

Holding a flashlight, she searched for Lu Yebai's grave among a group of tombstones.

Finally, from among the group of tombstones, she saw Lu Yebai's portrait, and she immediately collapsed.

How much she hoped that Lu Yebai's death was just a hoax.

She even hoped that this was another lie of Feng Tingyuan, until at this moment, she saw the black and white photo of Lu Yebai with her own eyes.

Her hopes were shattered.

He is really dead.

The man who coaxed her to love her unconditionally and even donated his cornea to her is no longer in this world.

From now on, there will be no more his voice in this world.

He will never again give her a hug when she is hurt, and tell her, Chuchu, it's okay, I have everything!

She would never feel his embrace again.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

What is the meaning of life?

At some point, Crescent Moon emerged from the dark clouds, and a ray of cold moonlight shone on the earth.

It also outlines the tall figure standing under the tree.

The wind was a bit strong, he leaned back against the tree pole, holding a cigarette in his hand, the wind blew over, the hem of the windbreaker whistled, and the smoke in his hand flickered like a firefly in the dark.

There was no expression on the chiseled handsome face at this moment.

It's just that there is a trace of complicated sadness in the deep black eyes.

He looked at the small figure in front of the tombstone in the distance, and he thought she would cry to death.

But she didn't, she just placed flowers in front of Lu Yebai's tomb, and stood alone for a long time.

She seemed to be murmuring, so close he couldn't hear her at all.

He didn't bother, just stood silently in the distance.

After smoking one cigarette, he lit another.

Before I knew it, there were densely packed cigarette butts on the ground.

Seeing that the crescent moon was about to fall to the west, the little figure had already stood like a statue, so he turned and walked forward.

Walking up to her, he stretched out his hand and squeezed her little hand, which was icy cold.

She hadn't recovered well in the first place, and if she continued like this, she would definitely collapse.

He was about to take her arm down the mountain,

"Okay, let's go!"

There was also impatience in his tone.

She shook off his hand angrily, her voice hoarse, "I won't go!"

She stood stubbornly where she was.

He finally couldn't help it anymore, "Do you know what time it is? How many degrees is it now, what will happen if you stand here?"

His voice was raised a little because of anxiety.

Luo Yunchu's eyes were red at the time, "So what? Even if I die here, what does it have to do with you? Feng Tingyuan, who are you to me? Why do you care about me?"

Feng Tingyuan was stopped by her question.

Indeed, he was no longer hers now.

In the beginning, he was the one who wanted a divorce.

Now that the two are divorced, it doesn't matter.

What's more, he is still her brother-in-law in name, so he has no right to pay attention to her.

He stared at her, his black eyes were full of anger, but also somewhat helpless.

After a long time, he finally found an excuse.

"You are the mother of my child, so you can manage it?"

Luo Yunchu broke free from his palm again.

"This is not a reason, if I don't leave, leave me alone!"

After several times of persuasion to no avail, Feng Tingyuan stopped talking to her, bent down and picked her up, then carried her on his shoulders, and walked towards the outside of the cemetery.

She hammered on his back, beating him desperately with both hands.

But after all, she had been lying in bed for so many days, and she didn't have much strength. Soon, she was pushed into the car by him.

"drive!"

He suppressed her so that she could not move, so he ordered Chen Mo to start the car.

At this time, it was already midnight.

The little woman in his arms stopped fussing.

He touched her little hand, which was cold, and then unbuttoned the windbreaker, hugged her in his arms, and then closed the hem of the coat.

Her body is so small, like a wounded rabbit.

She didn't speak when he held her, but he could feel her sadness.

He rested his chin on her soft forehead and stroked it gently.

She tried to struggle out of his arms several times, but in the end she still couldn't break through his strength, and was still hugged obediently in his arms.

At the intersection, Chen Mo asked, "Are you going back to Huo's house?"

"No, back to Baisha Bay..."

That was the new house he prepared for her. She lived there before recuperating from illness. The environment there is elegant and suitable for recuperation.

"it is good!"

Chen Mo stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car sank into the night like a torpedo.

After half an hour.

Feng Tingyuan got out of the car with Luo Yunchu in his arms.

She lay in his arms, as quiet as a little rabbit.

He carried her to the bedroom.

When he put her on the bed, he found that her eye circles were red and there were some tears on her eyelashes.

Her sadness was for another man, which made him very upset.

He glanced at her, turned and walked out.

That night, he didn't fall asleep either.

Sitting in the study all night...

The next morning, he asked his servant to make chicken soup, and when the servant delivered the chicken soup to the bedroom, he ran out in a panic.

"Mr. Feng, something is wrong."

"What are you panicking about? Speak up if you have something to say!"

"Oh, okay...well, Miss Luo is gone!"

Feng Tingyuan stood up immediately after hearing the words, overturned the chair, and hurried out.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the door was still open, but the figure lying on the bed had disappeared.