He's so cute

Chapter 184 The Cemetery
"Yes, young master, you also know the situation back then, madam, she..."

Xie Qi, who was next to him, was halfway through speaking, but was frightened by the thick frost on Xie Shen's face, and suddenly fell silent.

He'd better shut up.

Xie Shen's cool gaze was withdrawn from Xie Qi, and then placed on Xie Zhan outside the door. At this time, the cool gaze had turned into icy cold.

Xie Zhan met Xie Shen's black eyes, under the ice-cold level, there was resentment hidden, and finally he looked away, and let go of his hand.

"A Shen..."

Before Xie Zhan finished speaking, Xie Shen sneered, and what he said was dangerous: "Don't make me say it a second time, and please show some face in the future, and don't disturb her, clean, clean. "

After saying that, with a bang, the door was thrown vigorously and closed tightly again.

Xie Qi frowned: "Sir, now the young master is just..."

"I understand." Xie Zhan seemed to remember something, his eyes that had experienced wind, frost, rain and snow moved slightly, he sighed, turned around and said, "Let's go to the cemetery."

He understood what the knot in Xie Shen's heart was, and he also understood why he chose to come to this city to study.

Because this city is the favorite city of Xie Shen's mother, Meng Ling, and it is also the city where Meng's soul returns to his hometown.

Twenty minutes later, in the quiet and harmonious cemetery, from a distance, there are yellow and white chrysanthemums in full bloom, competing for beauty. This season is the peak season of chrysanthemum life.

Unlike the cold tombstones lying on the ground, it seems that it is such a sharp contrast that makes the living feel sorry for the dead again.

After Xie Zhan got out of the car, he didn't let Xie Qi follow him. He walked about 100 meters inside alone, turned around, and saw the black and white photo on the black tombstone.

In the photo, the woman's face is still in her 20s, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, somewhat similar to Xie Shen's.

Xie Zhan looked at the woman in the photo, squatted down gently, and rubbed his fingertips on the cold photo. The photo was very clean, and there were few fallen leaves around. It seemed that someone came here often.

It is said that at forty there is no confusion, and at fifty one knows the destiny. The 45-year-old Xie Zhan sighed, his eyes were clouded, and his thoughts seemed to be pulled back ten years ago.

Since Meng Ling jumped down from the [-]th floor of the Xie Group, today can be said to be the first time he really visited her.

It's been ten years since I saw her, maybe it's because I don't have the face to see her, or it's because of other reasons, in short, he still owes her an apology.



Xie Shen over here, after the door was completely closed by him, he clenched his fists hanging on both sides of his body, and then let go.

He turned his head, and within a few steps, he saw Chi Qian standing at the door.

The cold emotion that had not faded from that handsome face disappeared without a trace the moment he saw Chi Qian.

Looking at the changes on Xie Shen's face, people couldn't see the slowness of emotion, pursed his lips, and said softly, "I didn't hear it on purpose."

At this time, Xie Shen's emotions had all faded away. Hearing Chi Qian's words, those dark eyes were covered with a layer of softness, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hummed: "It doesn't matter if you hear it."

After three seconds of silence, Chi Qian raised her eyes, reached out and patted her small shoulder, and said seriously: "Actually, you can use mine at any time."

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(End of this chapter)