The rich and the cold play love: the stupid maid

Chapter 67 The Woman Who Neither Loves nor Hates 3
Then I watched the funny comedies on the wall-mounted TV, covered my stomach and laughed there, but now?

It doesn't matter whether this person exists or not, shouldn't she be a little thankful that no one will smile and say at this time tomorrow: "What is there to miss about a dead person? An Tianxiong, don't forget, I am you Now wife."

An Qianqian has always disliked her stepmother, Li Juan, and never even called her that.

She was so different from her own mother that there was no comparison at all.

What she didn't know was, what exactly did her father like about her?In terms of beauty and figure, there are many women who are better than her in this world, why is it her?This greedy woman.

Strangers can never understand the pain of others losing their loved ones. The truth of the world is like this. Although birth, old age, sickness and death are nothing more than normal things, who would have the heart to watch their loved ones leave?
Even those doctors and nurses who often deal with the dead in the hospital will feel sad and sad when they know the news of their loved ones passing away.

This principle is even somewhat similar to the fact that you are not a fish and do not know the sadness and happiness of fish.

It’s just that this year’s situation is a little different. Things are different, and I am the only one who visits my mother. My father said that he would buy a bouquet of flowers in a foreign country and put it in the ward to mourn his mother. Originally, she didn’t intend to tell her father about this. Special illness, worried about his recovery, but his father still remembered this day as he did.

I don't know, is the mother living in heaven at ease looking at their current appearance?
Mother, how are you now?When An Qianqian looked at the sky outside the window foolishly, someone slapped her on the forehead. It was not strong, but it was so sudden that she was a little scared immediately.

Feng Zhanyi's curiosity killed the cat, and he asked An Qianqian in front of him with a look of questioning:
"What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing..." Her tone was slightly sad: "I have something to do tomorrow, so I have to go out."

"where to?"

"Can I not answer this question?"

"You know the answer."

"Tomorrow is the death day of my biological mother."

His thoughts froze there for an instant, as if he had asked a topic that he shouldn't have asked himself. After a long time, he heard Feng Zhanyi say:

"I'll go with you tomorrow."

"No, I want to go see it alone."

"I'm just doing my duty for the past two years."

An Qianqian didn't speak, but just looked at the cold-looking man in front of him.

When they went to An Qianqian's mother's cemetery, after the rain stopped, the road surface was still a little wet after the rain, and the road section was a little slippery. Feng Zhanyi simply got out of the car and accompanied him with flowers and some memorial items. An Qianqian walked, and the two of them didn't say anything along the way.

Because these days are more solemn, Feng Zhanyi didn't let the bodyguards follow him, but he silently stayed by An Qianqian's side.

The bodyguards and the car were waiting by the road not far from the foot of the mountain. They climbed up step by step along the stone road with some potholes and even accumulated rainwater.

It was the season of early autumn at this time, and many leaves were knocked down to the ground after the baptism of the heavy rain, which looked a bit desolate.

The distance is not far, but I still feel a little heavy when I climb up with my feet. However, compared with the city, the air on the mountain is indeed much fresher and more comfortable, which makes people feel refreshed immediately.

(End of this chapter)