President Hunting Love is too fierce

The young master remembered, but his whole body seemed to have lost his soul.

Ye Chuqing died, and the young master's heart also died.

He and Purgatory don't know what to do?How can the young master be rescued from the abyss of sorrow.

"Boss, your head injury hasn't healed yet? You're so weak, why don't you wait a while before going?" Purgatory asked helplessly.

"Have you forgotten? Seven years ago, she jumped into the sea from that boat." [

Mo Fengya's eyes were quietly looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and uncontrollable grief pierced through his heart.

It was as if a huge hole had opened, and he almost died of despair.

Life is better than death, life is better than death...

He only now understands the meaning of this word. It turned out to be this kind of feeling, because he has completely lost hope and lost his beloved.

It hurts even to breathe more alive.

Every minute and every second is nothing but suffering.

He is only 30 years old, and he still has such a long life, how should he live.

In the days without her, how should he overcome the emptiness and pain, wandering and suffering in thoughts and memories.

Yes, he will not commit suicide, but such a life has completely made him hopeless.

From now on, Mo Fengya will be a living corpse.

Feiying and Purgatory are silent, how could they not remember, no one can forget the tragedy of that day.

"Purgatory, go and prepare the car, and leave immediately."

Mo Fengya sat up from the hospital bed expressionlessly.

With tears in her eyes, the housekeeper put on a pure black suit and white gloves for him sadly, with a pure white rose pinned to her chest.

This is worn at a funeral to express mourning for the deceased wife.

Soon a group of pure black Bentley cars decorated with white roses drove out of the villa and headed for the seaside.

A huge cruise ship was parked in the port early on. The cruise ship was peacefully white, with flower seats and bouquets of white roses everywhere, and some white ribbons.

There were not many people on the cruise ship.

Mo Fengya did not publish an obituary in the newspaper, nor did he invite anyone else to attend the funeral, which was seven years late. [

He didn't want anyone to interrupt his time with her.

Only the most famous cardinal was invited from Italy to preside over his wife's funeral.

Mo Fengya walked onto the cruise ship and looked at the blue sea, with a huge pain flashing in his eyes.

For seven years, she was buried in this ocean with grief.