C10

"Do you still want to go?"

Lu Yiyao spread out his hands and leaned back in his leather chair. His eyes were clear, but his heart was filled with excitement and surprise.

Only now did he dare to truly believe it.

She really wasn't dead. She was sitting by his side.

Lin Ange smiled brightly, looking at him coquettishly as she replied with a smile.

"I'm not leaving for now …"

"Yes."

The corner of Land Wing's lips curved up in an indifferent smile. His deep black eyes landed on her charming little face.

His heart sank.

If he didn't leave now, he would still leave.

Ring, ring, ring.

Lu Yiyao's cellphone rang at an untimely moment, while Lin Ange's tensed nerves relaxed slightly.

The heavens still favored her. Whenever she wanted to escape from him, his phone would always ring.

Lu Yiyao took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at it. His expression darkened as he smiled at Lin Ange.

"You go back first."

"Yes, yes."

Lin Ange was relieved as he nodded his head in agreement. He then pulled open the door of the car beside him and walked out, smiling indifferently at the proud and reserved figure inside.

"Goodbye, uncle."

"My name is Lu Yiyao."

Lu Yi held the ringing phone in his hand. His cold eyes narrowed as the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

The clear, cold words carried a different meaning.

He was clearly reminding her not to call him uncle, but instead to call him by name.

The intelligent Lin Ange pretended not to understand and smiled at him before gently closing the car door.

The black Maybach galloped away, and Lin Ange returned to the car with the starched shirt of Landing Wing.

Get in the car.

With a self-deprecating smile, he turned the steering wheel and drove towards the Heran Family's mausoleum garden.

Green pine and green cypress.

The trees were shady.

The mausoleum garden was very solemn and quiet.

Lin parked the car and walked toward the grave of his grandfather, grandmother, and mother with two bouquets of flowers in his arms.

The three graves were connected.

He Lan Miao and his wife Zhu Ling were buried together, higher than He Lan Jing's grave.

A thin drizzle fell from the sky, making the entire mausoleum seem even more desolate.

"Grandfather, Grandma, Mother, your Ge Ge is back. How have you been these four years? "Grandfather, grandmother, mother, I'm fine, uncle is fine too …"

Lin Ange knelt down, placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, and whispered her long thoughts.

It had been twelve years since they'd left her.

For twelve years, things had changed.

The rivers and mountains that his grandfather had painstakingly brought down fell into the hands of that ingrate, and West Cloud Villa had almost fallen into the hands of Lin Yan.

"Grandfather, grandmother, mother, don't worry." "This time, I will definitely take back everything that happened to the He Lan family. I will make sure that those people who hurt you will die a horrible death."

"Grandfather, grandmother, mother, I have one more thing to tell you, I have a baby, he is already three years old. He was cute and smart. When I have time, I will bring him back to see you all. "

"Grandpa, grandma, mom, I really miss you guys …"

The drizzle fell upon Lin Ange's long, comb-like eyelashes. Starlight danced in her clear eyes, and her face was wet. It was unknown whether it was tears or rain.

Looking at the tombstone, Lin Ange kowtowed three times before standing up.

When he was about to leave, he saw a relatively new grave not far from the grave of Heran.

"It couldn't be mine, could it?"

Lin Ange sneered at himself as he walked over to take a look.

The tomb of his beloved daughter, Lin Ange.

Hehe, it really is her.

Loving his daughter?

Lin Ange suddenly felt funny. Would Lin Yi Fei's conscience hurt?

In order to monopolize the family business left behind by my grandfather, I watched as Lin Yun set fire to me, not trying to dissuade me, not trying to save me.

Dead, the words carved on the tombstone were truly piercing to the eyes.

She did not know why she did not bury her next to her mother's grave, but rather stayed a little far away, separated from her by an open space.

Heh …

It must have been Lin Yan's idea.

He deliberately left her alone, left her alone after her death.

Lin Ange's pitch-black pupils turned sharp and cold, while his thin lips started to tighten.

"Lin Yi Fei, Lin Yan, today is only the beginning. Just you two wait."

When she looked down, she saw a bunch of hyacinths in front of the tombstone.

It was her favorite flower.

The flowers were tender and full. It was obvious that they had just been placed there.

Lin Ange subconsciously looked around and thought.

Had Uncle's friend come?

No, if her uncle's friend had been here, wouldn't he have just placed flowers in front of her tombstone?

Lin Ange frowned. Who could it be?

In Yun Jing, who would miss her?

Lin Ange walked out of the Helan's mausoleum garden with heavy steps. He returned to the car, took a tissue and wiped his wet face.

In the dark, a black Maybach was parked.

Lu Yi, who was sitting in the back seat, quietly watched her every move. A trace of heartache flashed through his long and narrow eyes.

"..."

At the Lu residence.

Lin Zhiyan dragged Lu Hengyuan home. The moment she sat down, she pointed at Lu Hengyuan's nose and cursed.

"Say, you're such a miser, yet you don't even know that there's a large patch of lush green grass on top of your head. Why are you making such a big joke out of nothing?" "You've completely lost face for the Lu family. How can your dad and I go out and meet people in the future …"

"…"

Lu Hengyuan stood in the living room, his chest heaving up and down. His heart was filled with frustration, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that he did not make a sound, Lin Zhiyan became even more furious and reprimanded him harshly.

"Say, there are so many girls in this Yun Jing, why must you provoke the Lin Clan?" "None of the two sisters are good. Each is lower than the other …"