Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Shangguan Rui can't accompany Sikong to sing songs to mourn his rival.

What he can do is to give Sikong Lingge enough space for her to commemorate and remember.

Then, when she is suffering, give her shoulders and chest to rely on and heal her wounds.

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It was difficult for Sikong Lingge to move, every step felt like being weighed down by a heavy stone.

Just a few hundred meters, but it seems to have walked for several years.

Finally, came to the tombstone.

On the tombstone, Feng Liye's name was engraved in vigorous characters.

In the posthumous photos, her smile is like a flower, and her appearance is peerless, not at all like the person who has passed away.

Sikong Lingge recalled the tragic scene he saw in the hospital, and his tears couldn't stop falling anymore.

at the same time.

Shangguan Rui's side.

"Come out, there's no need to hide." Glancing coldly at the corner, Shangguan Rui's black eyes were cold.

The reason why he walked away was not only to give Sikong a space to listen to the song, but also because the man in the dark——

The glimpse just now was not an illusion.

There was indeed a man in white standing beside Feng Liye's tombstone.

This point, when Shangguan Rui approached Feng Liye's tombstone, he had already confirmed it——

There are footprints on the ground.

Although it was very light, Shangguan Rui could still tell it at a glance.

"I didn't expect you to be so sensitive." A cello-like voice came from behind him, and a man dressed in white slowly stepped out from the darkness, "You are very similar to her."

The man smiled, there were faint smile lines at the corners of his eyes, and there was a reassuring gentleness all over his body.

Shangguan frowned——

Isn't Feng Liye the only child?

Why is this man so similar to Feng Liye in appearance?

Even Master Feng doesn't have such a high similarity with Feng Liye.

"Feng Liye is my son." The man said lightly, trying to explain Shangguan Rui's confusion.

"..."

"Before Mrs. Feng got married, we had a relationship."

"Why are you telling me these things?" Shangguan Rui's voice was cold, and his eyes never left Sikong Lingge in the cemetery.

"..." The man was taken aback, "Your expression... I thought you would be interested to know."

"Not interested." Shangguan Rui spit out a mouthful of mist gracefully, his tone turned cold, "Stay away, don't show up again."

Feng Liye is dead, everything is over, Shangguan Rui doesn't want another person who looks exactly like Feng Liye to distract Sikong Lingge's attention.

"Don't worry, I just came to see you today, and I won't come out again." The man pursed his lips and said with a magnificent smile, "Apologize to your parents on my behalf. I will take great responsibility for what happened during this period. "

Shangguan Rui glanced at him coldly, "It's almost time."

"You really look like her, say hello to her for me." The man said this without thinking, then turned and left.

Shangguan Rui squinted his eyes slightly to see him off, and he was already on the verge of guessing the identity of this man.

Humming in a low voice, Shangguan Rui threw away the cigar in his hand and stomped it out.

The sporadic fires disappeared, and the figure of the man also disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.

Shangguan Rui looked up at the dark sky, strode towards the cemetery, his face was tens of thousands of times softer than before, and reminded in a low voice, "It's going to rain."