Soon, ye Fei was standing in front of her grandmother's tombstone. On the tombstone, a woman with black curly hair and a pair of round golden tortoiseshell mirrors reflected the light of wisdom.

Looking at this familiar face, ye Fei's eyes were moist. She gently put the rose flowers on her hand in front of the tombstone. She remembered that her grandmother loved roses most.

Su Mohan also followed her to put the rose in front of her, then bowed slightly to the tombstone, looked at Ye Fei, who was obviously excited, and said in a deep voice, "I'll wait for you nearby."

Words fall, do not wait for leaf imperial concubine to open mouth, Su Mo Han then resolutely turns to leave.

As he left, ye Fei burst into tears again, kneeling directly in front of the tombstone: "grandmother I've come to see you. "

"Grandma, how are you doing over there?"

"Grandmother, do you blame me for coming to see you for so long?"

At the thought of my grandmother's doting on her and the gentle old man, she couldn't help blocking her heart: "grandma, don't worry, I will take good care of my grandfather. Although my grandfather is still asleep, I believe he will not give up me. He will wake up, right?"

The silent tombstone did not respond, only the wind blowing through the flowers in front of the tombstone, occasionally made a rustling sound.

"Grandma, don't worry. I will never let go of the murderer who killed you. I must let Jiang Huiru get his due retribution." After sorrow, a strong hatred burst out from the bottom of Ye Fei's eyes. If it wasn't for that woman, grandma would not die, she would not go to prison, and her grandfather would not be in a coma!

she took everything from her, she destroyed her everything, and she would never let her go!

Jiang Huiru, Jiang Huiru

Su Mo Han, standing in the distance, looks at the kneeling on the ground, struggling to make a sound, but constantly tears of the little woman, he frowned and took out the mobile phone.

"Check the situation of the Song family."

Chu Zheng on the opposite side responded quickly. Within two minutes, Chu Zheng called again: "the old man of Song Dynasty has been a vegetable since the traffic accident six years ago. Song Zhiguo, the eldest son of the Song family, is now working in a kiln factory..."

"Contact the best doctors abroad, help master song recover, and then promote song Zhiguo." Su Mo cold light mouth.

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, seeing the time was almost over, and worried that she would get cold on her knees again, Su Mohan went straight past and stood behind Ye Fei: "let's go."

Ye Fei is still a little reluctant. She looks up at the man beside her and wants to get up from the ground.

But Xu was kneeling for a long time. His legs were numb and his legs were soft. Subconsciously, he reached out and grasped Su Mohan's big hand.

Su Mo Han directly back to hold, pulled her up, glanced at her knees, pursed his lips.

"Now think about it, apart from the time I spent in prison, I haven't seen my mother for five or six years. Since my stepmother married into the Ye family, she has been kind to me. As time goes on, I almost forget my biological mother. Do you think I am a white eyed Wolf?" Ye Fei opens her mouth in a low voice and turns her head to look at the man on her side.

"Yes."

Ye Fei stopped and looked at Su Mo Han discontentedly: "you are too much. How can you comfort people like this?"

Su Mo Han drew up the corner of his lips: "you asked me."

"Then you don't have to be so honest." Ye Fei Du small mouth, originally some bleak and sad atmosphere in an instant swept away.

Pulling him to stop in front of his mother's tomb, ye Fei and Su Mohan put down the lily bouquet in their hands. Ye Fei looked at her mother in a long white dress on the tombstone and said softly, "Mom, I've come to see you. How are you doing?"

"After you left, a lot of things have happened, but you can rest assured that I have a good life."

At this time, Su Mo Han grabs Ye Fei's hand, and ye Fei can't help looking up at the man around her.