Chapter 157

At the entrance of the cemetery, a black figure came in a hurry, standing behind the silver haired man. Just as he was about to speak, the silver haired man turned and looked at him.

He frowned and looked at Jiang Meilan's tombstone in the direction of the silver haired man's eyes.

The girl in her twenties was dressed in a gray tweed coat and a brown scarf. From the side, she could see that she was not made of powdery materials. She looked delicate and sweet. She squatted in front of the tombstone and shrunk into a small ball, reciting the words of the foreword and the Afterword.

Out of the cemetery, the silver haired man said in a deep voice, "is this woman the daughter of Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming?"

The assistant behind him frowned. "According to the investigation, the man on the tombstone is the second man Jiang Meilan married more than ten years ago. She has never had a child with this man named Ling Dongming. This woman should have been brought into Ling's house by her, and it should have been born with her ex husband."

The silver haired man's eyes flashed a meaningful look, slowly spitting out four words,

"Not necessarily."

Ye Huanyan squats in front of Jiang Meilan's tombstone until all the Yuanbao are burned to ashes. Then she rubs her red eyes and stands up. After squatting too long, her legs and feet feel numb. When she gets up, she staggers and almost falls down.

It seemed that a hand had helped her. She looked back and looked at the tombstone. Her nose was sour and her tears fell down.

After she left, Ling Han walked out from the direction of Wen Qingwan's tombstone, dressed in a black coat and covered with snow on her shoulders. She went to Wen Qingwan's tombstone, looked down at the bunch of dried flowers, and then looked up at the two tombstones not far away. She looked disappointed.

At the moment, he suddenly resented why Jiang Meilan couldn't get to know Ling Dongming after her mother died of cancer, and even complained about Wen Qingwan's habit of keeping a diary.

Sometimes people can not know too much, know too much, it is difficult to move.

Ye Huan Yan got on the car, snow on his shoulder shaking in the car, was so excited by the heating, suddenly sneezed a few times.

Zhang Bo, who was driving, asked with concern, "Miss Yan, did you catch a cold?"

"It's OK. It's just frozen. Just go back and have some hot soup."

Ye Huanyan waved her hand and didn't care too much about her body.

Since childhood, the recovery ability is strong, and many people suffer from serious diseases and minor disasters. With Jiang Meilan, who doesn't care about anything, they have suffered a lot, but they have survived.

The palm of her hand was aching. It was the place she fell on the door frame of her study yesterday. She looked down at the three wound stickers. The smile on her face was forced.

When ye Huanyan came home, he had just caught up with lunch. Ling Han came back behind him. He was so dusty that he didn't know where he came from. He didn't ask anyone to invite him. He went back to the house to change his clothes and took the initiative to come to the restaurant for dinner. What's more, he didn't say anything bad. Even when the old lady mentioned the marriage, she didn't know

At most, it's just a frown, not a rebuttal.

A meal, unexpectedly, is a rare happy meal in this period of time, the old lady also ate a lot.

"If every meal can be eaten like this in the future, I won't be upset by you."

The old lady pointed to Ling Han's nose with a happy look on her face.

Ling Han looks unhappy,

"You are so happy that you have to scold me, whether I have stomachache or not."

The old lady raised her eyebrows and looked very naughty,

"You have a stomachache. What are you afraid of?"

Aunt Zhang, who is busy serving food, smiles and looks at ye Huanyan with profound meaning.

Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, his face was inexplicably red, and he felt burned.

In the past, Ling Han had to make a few sarcastic remarks to dispel the wishful thinking of the servants who were mainly Aunt Zhang and the old house, who had nothing to do all day, and imagined that he and ye Huanyan loved each other.

But I don't know what happened today. I didn't say a word. I just coughed twice and brought the old lady vegetables.

"Granny, eat more of this."

The old lady raised her hand and turned Ling Han's wrist in a direction. A piece of fragrant fish fillets fell steadily into ye Huanyan's bowl.

Ye Huan's face was stiff. He heard the old lady smile as if nothing had happened,

"Yan Yan, you should eat more."

Ling Han took back her hand. When she raised her head, she only saw him eat with his head down. She couldn't see his face clearly.

After dinner, the old lady went back to her room for a nap,

When ye Huanyan stood up, she suddenly felt a headache and went back to the house to have a rest.

In the evening, a girl named Xiaoqin was left to help Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang busy in the kitchen.

At dinner, ye Huanyan didn't go to the restaurant.

Ling Han didn't say a word at first, but he saw that the old lady was eating like no other. After eating half of it, he wondered,

"Where is she?"

The old lady pretended to be confused,

"Which one is she?"

Ling Han frowned and said, "do we have to wait for her for dinner now? Grandma, do you indulge her too much? " Smelling speech, the old lady's face sank. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Ling Han solemnly, "is Yan Yan such a child who doesn't know the rules? You don't ask her why she hasn't arrived so late. "..."“ She has a fever and is ill Ling Han is slightly a Leng, the action of holding chopsticks in the hand pauses. After lunch, ye Huanyan said that she had a headache. Later, when Aunt Zhang went to the room with ginger soup to find her, she found that she had a fever. Now she was still lying in the room and couldn't wake up“ It's been ten years since Yan Yan came to our Ling family. I've seen her grow up. I know her temperament best. She's devoted to you. You're good. She bullies her all the time. There's only one heart in her heart. If you break it off and crush it, you won't want it next time. " The old lady's words echoed in Ling Han's mind. When he put down his chopsticks and came out of the restaurant, his steps seemed to be disobedient. He couldn't help but burst into ye Huanyan's bedroom. When he got to her bed, he found that he didn't know what to say. Under an embroidered dark green brocade quilt, a slightly pale little face appeared, and his brows were tightly tightened, as if there was an inextricable melancholy. Ling Han's eyebrows also wrinkled. He walked slowly to the bed and looked at the face. He was caught by a hand stretched out from the quilt. He subconsciously wanted to pull it out, but he found that although she was sleepy, her strength was very strong, and he would not let go. I'm so sick and stubborn. I don't know who I learned my temper from. Ling Han helplessly let her hold her hand, the other hand put her quilt toward her shoulder, hesitated for a while, slowly put her hand on her forehead and touched it. It's very hot. I told her to wear two more clothes when she went out. It's snowing these two days, and the memorial ceremony is not urgent. Anyway, the time has been missed, so we can't wait until spring. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.