Shen Qingqing listened to Lu Hanchuan's words, smiled, walked forward a few steps, squatted beside the tombstone, reached out and gently touched the black-and-white photo, "Shen Ma, if there is an afterlife, will you be your granddaughter? Just in the next life, you must remember Qing Qing..."
She stood up and the workers sealed the soil again.
At this time, the sound of leather shoes suddenly came from Qingshi Road, so loud that it cut through such tranquility——
The voice from far to near. At first, Lu Hanchuan thought who it was. He turned his head and looked. When he clearly saw the other party's appearance, his eyebrows frowned——
"Qing Qing, it's Huo tingxiao!"
Shen Qingqing smiled as soon as she heard this. Her slender eyelashes drooped gently, leaving a green shadow on her slightly pale face. She looked up, looked at Huo tingxiao who had come, and whispered, "no, you can't stop him even if you want to stop him. Whatever he wants!"
Over Lu Hanchuan's shoulder, Shen Qingqing looked at the man walking towards her step by step, and her eyebrows frowned.
How did this man come here?
Is it a joke?
Should be!
After all, the more embarrassed she is, the happier he is!
So naturally, I won't miss such a good opportunity!
Huo tingxiao was dressed in a black handmade suit, which reflected his slender and straight body perfectly. At the moment, his cold sharp facial lines were covered with an eager look, and his eyes were slightly disappointed.
"Mr. Huo, what are you doing here?" before Huo tingxiao spoke, Shen Qingqing spoke first, with a indifferent tone.
Huo tingxiao looked at the woman in front of her, but didn't speak. He just stretched out his hand to hold Shen Qingqing's cold hand and touched the warm breath. Shen Qingqing suddenly looked up at the man holding his hand. She could even clearly feel the man's trembling.
She frowned slightly and was very unhappy.
But before she could speak, the man reached out and held her in his arms——
Shen Qingqing almost subconsciously wants to push Huo tingxiao away, but there is no way to push him away. Huo tingxiao naturally feels her struggle, but stubbornly holds Shen Qingqing in her arms.
I don't know why Huo tingxiao was holding such a thin Shen Qingqing. The tip of his nose was a little sour and painful.
In addition, he had vaguely known those things in those years, so the pain slowly began to spread and became a grand sadness in his heart.
"Shen Qingqing, why don't you tell me such a big thing? You should tell me about Shen's mother's funeral, even if you hate me again. After all, Shen's mother took care of me!" Huo tingxiao's voice was a little low.
Hearing his question, Shen Qingqing didn't respond for a moment, but the next moment, she pushed Huo tingxiao away and looked up at the man in front of her, with a sneer in her eyes.
With such a light smile, Huo tingxiao felt a little angry!
"Shen Qingqing..." Huo tingxiao said faintly.
But in response to him, he was indifferent and alienated. "How can Mr. Huo sing? If he came to the theatre, I'm sorry, Shen's mother's death didn't have a great impact on me, nor did it make me want to live or die!" Shen Qingqing suddenly looked up at Huo tingxiao, smiled, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, with a bit of ridicule, "I'm sorry to let Mr. Huo go in vain!"
"Shen Qingqing, I don't mean that. I just --"