I go north, you go south

Later, Fang Jiaming probably knew that he couldn't talk to his son, so he didn't take the initiative to mention going to the grave together.

But in Ling Bei's heart, he never forgot about it.

He always remembered where his father's tomb was, but he never dared to go.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ling Bei's behavior is obviously the behavior of "father's kindness and son's filial piety" in their upper class society.

After all, the weak family relationship of rich people has always been a topic that the public is familiar with. Isn’t it the most common grievances of wealthy families in the fantasies of melon-eating people?

If it weren't for the acute death certificate issued by the hospital in the death news announced by Shiyang's public relations when Ling Qianshan passed away, and Ling Bei was only 16 years old at that time, I don't know how many people would start to think about the grievances between the father and son of the Ling family. hatred.

But since Ling Bei drove the car into the western suburbs today, he has been a little restless.

I don't know why, but I feel that the memories that were so hard to seal back then seem to wake up again and devour him.

So much so that Nan Zishu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, called Ling Bei several times, but he didn't respond.

"Ling Bei!" Nan Zishu finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed Ling Bei as if in a daze: "What's wrong with you, watch the way."

"Oh!"

Only then did Ling Bei realize that he almost drove the wrong way.

"Why are you so distracted? Are you feeling unwell?" Nan Zishu looked at Ling Bei with worried eyes: "Did you stay up for too long? You seem to have not slept all night."

Nan Zishu felt a little guilty when he said this, because of his own affairs and to take care of his own emotions, Ling Bei had no complaints or regrets for staying with her for so long.Even he always wanted to let himself take a good rest for a while.

Nan Zishu didn't need to guess. This fool must have watched her without closing his eyes for a minute.

Thinking of this, Nan Zishu was moved but also filled with distress: "Ling Bei, why don't you pull over and let me drive. You take a rest for a while."

In the end, maybe because he was afraid that Ling Bei would be worried, Nan Zishu didn't forget to add: "Don't worry, I have passed the driver's license test. I have driven on the road before, so I can guarantee that my skills are not bad."

Hearing this, Ling Bei turned his head slightly to look at Nan Zishu's expression as if he was applying for a job, he couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and smiled softly: "I know, my Shushu is very powerful, definitely not a street killer.

"But today it's raining and the road is mountainous, and you haven't had a good rest, so let me do it.

"It's not far, soon."

As he spoke, Ling Bei briefly extended a hand, and shook Nan Zishu's hand in a comforting manner.

Seemingly sensing Nan Zishu's hesitation and worries that hadn't completely dissipated, Ling Bei turned his head slightly and smiled gently at Nan Zishu.But he didn't want to meet her worried eyes.

"Shu Shu, I'm really fine."

Ling Bei turned the steering wheel with a precise angle, and turned around the winding mountain road in front of him with ease.

"I didn't sleep well before, even if I didn't work overtime and stay up late, sometimes I couldn't sleep all night.

"Although I will occasionally take sleeping pills when I really can't sleep well, after all, I can't always rely on that kind of thing. So now if I can guarantee to sleep once every two days, it will not be a big problem."

Ling Bei said it very easily, but this kind of usual tone made Nan Zishu feel tighter: "I've been used to it for a long time, the big deal is that I will go back and rest for a while, nothing will happen, don't worry."