Zhao Siqing's eyes were red, and he saw Yang Jingqiu sobbing: "Ma, Huo Jingchen......"

On the other side, Li Feihuan's figure was submerged in the crowd, and he looked at Zhao Siqing who rushed forward from afar without saying a word.

Before that, the woman who went to Zhao Siqing's office with him slowly came to his side and said in a cold voice, "look, she is not worth your kindness to her or your kindness to her. She has only Huo Jingchen as a man from the beginning to the end."

Li Feihuan's face remained unchanged and said slowly, "I don't know when you have said so much."

Obviously, the woman is not willing to say anything more.

Li Feihuan turned to look at her and said lightly, "the double should do a good job. After all, there are thousands of fakes."

At the warning in his words, the woman's face turned pale.

Li Feihuan turned around and changed his position, but did not leave. Instead, he watched the whole memorial service in the dark.

Zhao Siqing and Yang Jingqiu simply said a few words, then walked slowly to Huo Jingchen's tombstone, some trance.

"I won't believe it I won't believe it. You said you didn't give up me. " Zhao Siqing spoke softly, tears rolling down uncontrollably.

She turned to look around and shouted, "Huo Jingchen, come out! I know you're not dead. Come out! "

She is looking for his figure towards the crowd around him eagerly. It's spinning and drizzling.

Why hasn't he come out yet

"Grandma, where's Huo Jingchen? Why hasn't he come out yet! " Zhao Siqing's hair was dyed wet, holding or Mrs. an Luo's hand choked.

Old lady Huo sighed and shook her head silently.

Zhao Siqing cried for a long time, but there was still no Huo Jingchen around. She could not help falling on the ground and crying.

"You are a liar! You are a bastard. You promised me... "

"I will forget you tomorrow. I will go to live with other men..." Zhao Siqing choked. He still didn't believe that he would die like this.

Just then, a pair of dark brown leather shoes slowly stopped in front of her, and the familiar low voice sounded over her head: "who else do you want to live with?"

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. When he looked up, he ran into a pair of dark eyes.

At this moment, the man on the tombstone just stood in front of her, with deep eyes. Her figure was reflected in the dark pupils.

Zhao Siqing looked up at him, and forgot to respond.

Huo Jingchen sighed, put his coat on her shoulder, picked her up, and said in a deep voice, "it's cool on the ground."

Zhao Siqing came back to his mind and burst into his arms with tears: "you are not dead, are you? I knew you wouldn't die! "

Huo Jingchen also hugged her tightly. He put his chin on her shoulder and whispered, "you are still alive. How can I give up to die?"

Zhao Siqing's tears were more and more fierce, and his words were not clear: "well, you can see that I called you for so long, but I didn't want to come out..."

Huo Jingchen raised her chin and kissed her hard.

He was afraid that she would not forgive her for knowing that he could not let go of his previous life after he was alive.

So I hesitated for a while, and finally I was reluctant to see her fearing, so I dare to come out.

All around, Zhao Siqing can't hear anything at the moment. She holds Huo Jingchen's waist tightly and responds his kiss eagerly.

Huo Jingchen also held her tightly. No one knew how he came here these days.

He was more afraid that she would not appear, more afraid that Li Feihuan would take her away, so far there was no trace of her.