Chapter 831

That night, beimingshen and his assistant bodyguard flew straight to Ningcheng.

He can't see anything now and there are obstacles in his daily life. However, he didn't tell others whether it was for the sake of his little self-esteem.

Beimingmo didn't know, his company employees did not know, even his son, did not know.

At the moment, beimingshen is walking in the airport hall in his shirt and trousers. He is next to his assistant, who is a little close to him, and can guide his every step.

There was darkness in front of him, and he tried to listen to the footsteps coming from his assistant. He walked forward steadily.

In the airport, even at night, there are a lot of people. Beimingshen and his assistant bodyguards are tall men. Their shirts and trousers have attracted many tourists' attention.

He left the airport all the way, got into the car that had been parked and went straight to the hotel.

On the way, Beiming deep command: "help me order three bundles of chrysanthemum."

That night, song Ziheng didn't sleep well, and he remembered the events of that year.

However, he has been used to staying up late to read all kinds of documents in recent years, so the next morning, when he got up, he was still in high spirits.

In the morning, he went back to songzicheng to eat the tombstone, so he went back to the gravestone at seven o'clock.

He has been to the cemetery many times. Last time, she and Song Yi people brought his three nephews together.

Now, in early September, it's not a special day, so the cemetery is quiet with only occasional insects.

Song Ziheng alone, all the way to his parents' tomb.

Far away, he saw a man standing in front of the tombstone.

The man was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, and his whole body seemed to be cold and lonely, a little strange.

When song Ziheng approached, the man bent over and put the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tomb, then straightened up and turned around.

In the morning, the light fell on the man's face. Song Ziheng felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He said, "Sir, are you?"

Beiming deeply heard song Ziheng's voice and immediately understood it. It's good to meet him by chance here, so that he can go to his school to find him today.

"I'm Beiming Shen." Beiming deep mouth.

Song Ziheng's expression was momentarily stiff, and then, in the deep of his mind, the face of the teenager who was more than ten years old was gradually overlapped with the mature man in front of him.

At that time, he was still in kindergarten, and beimingshen was already a senior three.

At that time, the Song Yi people took him to visit Beiming home, and saw the silent Beiming deep.

At the beginning, he actually thought about getting close to Beiming, but Beiming Shen was higher and colder, so he later played with beimingxiao.

Beiming night is a love to play, all senior three, but also play games, and even teach him to play.

Song Ziheng has a good memory. The earliest memory can be traced back to two or three years old. In addition, he later learned the truth and knew that all the things originated from the Beiming family. Therefore, his memory deeply portrayed Beiming's face in his subconscious.

He looked down at the chrysanthemum on the ground, and then looked at the man in front of him. His hand holding the bouquet could not help tightening.

In memory that very tall elder brother, now still with his similar height, originally thought how also cannot beat the physique, now looks not so lofty.

Song Ziheng did not rush up to tear people, he did not want to do anything disrespectful in front of his parents' tombstone.

He did not pay attention to the deep Beiming, but bent over to put down the bouquet in his hand.

He only prepared two bundles, one for his father and one for his mother.

And sister's share In the tombstone of

, the body of the elder sister is not buried. The body of her elder sister has long been turned into foam in Ningguo's territorial waters.

Thinking of this, song Ziheng felt that his mood was about to lose control.

Chu Mingyao is dead, but beimingshen is still alive.

Although those things of the Song family were done by beimingshen's father, she and Song Yi people were all met by beimingshen. He also called him elder brother. The man watched their family fall apart without even a word of warning!

Song Ziheng tried his best to control it. His eyes fell on the tombstone and he stood upright.

He is 19 years old. He is no longer a teenager who needs the protection of his parents and sisters. Instead, he is now grown up and it is time to take care of his sister and nephews.

Therefore, he hopes to deal with the affairs of beimingshen by himself. No matter what the other party's purpose is, he can't let the other party get it.

"What can I do for you?" Song Ziheng was cold.

"Yes." Beiming nodded deeply.

"Just go straight to me. You don't have to come to my parents' grave. I'm sure they don't want to see you." Song Ziheng said again.

"I'm sorry." Beiming's eyes fell on the tombstone, but with his vision, all he could see was darkness.

He opened his lips. Petals: "the original thing, is our family's fault, I come here today, is to apologize to you."Then he bent over and bowed in the direction of the tombstone.

Song Ziheng had been able to resist the mood, because at the moment, the action of Beiming deep suddenly broke out.

Almost did not think about it, he hit the Beiming deep with one fist.

Beiming Shen was shunned because song Ziheng was as tall as he was now, and he had just bowed, so he was hit by song Ziheng's hard blow in the ear. The whole person staggered for a few steps, and there was a buzz in his ear.

"What qualifications do you have to apologize for?" Song Ziheng red eyes: "you come, can they survive?! What's the use of your apology? "

Beiming deeply felt that his brain became a bit chaotic at this moment. He did not know whether he had just been hit by song Ziheng or because of the thing in his brain. His ears were ringing for a long time, and his nose was filled with heat. He reached out and touched it, which was sticky.

Blood flowed down his nose, and soon his mouth was full of fishy smell. There were blood drops falling on his white shirt, which had a kind of seductive feeling.

Song Ziheng looked at the man who couldn't hide with his red eyes. His chest was still undulating, and he didn't control himself to go on tearing.

Gong Lingye said to him that some things should not be displayed on the surface. If you hate a person very much, you should try to kill him directly and clear the scene. If you can't see, you will be clean.

And venting emotions, hysterical roar, are their own heart unwilling and cowardly behavior.

Song Ziheng thought, maybe he will practice for a while.

He moved his fist, and his voice had become patient: "get out of here."

It's just that there's no movement at all.

He just looked at the direction of song Ziheng's speech and asked, "Ziheng, tell me, how can you forgive me?"

As long as he can fight for life, even if it is only more than ten years, then he has nothing to worry about even if he leaves.

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