Evil's beloved wife

Chapter 148 We are going to get married! (2)
The black BMW meandered up the mountain road and soon reached the cemetery on the top of the mountain.

Outside the private cemetery, the car was directly stopped by the tomb guards.Huangfu Yao lowered half of the car window, and the man saw Huangfu Yao's profile, and was too scared to say a word.

The car drove directly in, and soon arrived at the path covered with gravel. On both sides of the path about 500 meters away, sparse pine trees were planted, so the tombstone not far away could be seen at a glance.

The car stopped at the intersection, Qiao Keyu got out of the car, endured the shock in his chest, and walked towards the tombstone step by step.But Huangfu Yao didn't get out of the car, watched Qiao Keyu approach the tombstone, and then turned his eyes away.Tightening her thin lips, she took out the cigarette case, but forgot about the injury on her shoulder blade, the pain of pulling, and the fingertips holding the cigarette case trembled slightly.

"Young master, let me do it." The driver said softly when he saw that he was unable to move.

Huangfu Yao raised his eyes and glanced at him, but without making a sound, he took a stick and put it in his mouth.With a snap, a blue flame burst out from the lighter, and the cigarette was slowly lit.

The thin smoke blurred the evildoer's facial features, reflecting the gloomy weather outside.

Seeing this, the driver touched his nose and shrank back.

Huangfu Yao looked straight ahead, and he could vaguely see Qiao Keyu's scene through the side window glass.

There are two tombs there, one belongs to Han Shaochen, and the other belongs to his so-called father and the woman surnamed Han.

At that time, the car of the two people overturned from the mountain, they respectively held the Han brothers in their arms, and exchanged their own lives for their chance of survival.

When they were originally buried, Nie Lan stood by the tomb, saying that they would not be buried together.He swears fiercely that even if Huangfu Han dies, the two will be separated.

But at that time Huangfu Yao didn't think so, and said with a sneer, "Mom, why trap yourself with a dead man."

At that time, Huangfu Yao had already learned to hide himself with a lazy and naughty smile, but when he said this, his expression was extremely cold.Nie Lan was startled by the coolness of a 15-year-old boy.So when she was stunned, Huangfu Yu decisively ordered the two of them to be buried.

It was the same gloomy weather that day, but the snowflakes were much larger than today, and the flying dust was mixed with white snow, which buried the two coffins.

Because Huangfu Han was not buried alone, this was considered a scandal to the Huangfu family, so the media did not become alarmed.When Nie Lan came back to her senses and saw this scene, she cried hysterically. If she hadn't pulled her forcibly, she would have thrown herself on the coffin.

At that time, Huangfu Yu was allowed to do this because he was not capable enough.Now he is capable of satisfying his mother's wish, but he already disdains to waste his time on Huangfu Han, and he doesn't want his mother to be trapped by a dead person.Even today, she still refuses to let go...

As his thoughts turned, the cigarette between his fingers was already half burned. He pursed his lips tightly and threw the cigarette butt out of the window.Through the car window, I saw Qiao Keyu standing in front of Han Shaochen's tomb, his lonely shadow reflected in the misty green pines and white snow.

Qiao Keyu stood in front of the tombstone with her bouquet in her arms, her gaze passed over the tombstone in front, and then slowly turned to the tombstone on the left, slightly behind.

Even though she was far away, she still saw the photo above at a glance.That young but cold face, with its raised brows, came into view so vividly, she tried hard to open her eyes, trying to see clearly, because she still couldn't believe that he left her like this.

But the snowflakes fell more and more densely, one after another, they turned and fell, hitting the hair, the shoulders, even... the eyelashes, and then slowly melting, dripping into the eye sockets, bringing a slightly painful astringency, which made her feel uncomfortable. Unable to open his eyes, his vision slowly blurred.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and fixed her eyes on Han Shaochen's cold gaze, yes, her eyes were still cold.A small, inconspicuous mole at the corner of the left eyebrow.

It's really Han Shaochen!

The last hope in my heart collapsed in an instant, the bouquet in my hand slipped and rolled on the ground.

"No!" She knelt down, covered her ears with her hands, subconsciously refusing to accept this cognition.

Huangfu Yao looked back when he heard the movement, quickly opened the car door, ran over quickly, and then saw Qiao Keyu shrinking there, trembling all over.

Frowning, thin lips pursed tightly.He came to her in two steps, and pulled her ears that were covering her hands.

"No, don't." She struggled subconsciously.

"Qiao Keyu, you chose to follow, aren't you ready to accept the truth?" He grabbed her hand and yelled.

Qiao Keyu was shocked by his yelling, yes, she chose to follow, just to witness with her own eyes, don't want to deceive, don't want to deceive yourself and others, but her heart still hurts so much, what should I do if it hurts so much that I can't breathe.

Huangfu Yao looked into her pain-filled eyes, slowly let go of her, and touched her cheek with his fingertips.Qiao Keyu quickly dodged like waking up from a dream.

She said: "Huangfu Yao, give me some space." She needs some space, the space that belongs to her and Han Shaochen.

The wind brushed over his fingertips that were still in mid-air, trembling slightly, he slowly lowered his arms and turned his face away.

Qiao Keyu was not in the mood to take care of him now, nor did she pick up the bouquet on the ground. She walked towards Han Shaochen's tombstone very slowly, because her heart ached even more with every step she got closer.

After her difficult steps finally stopped in front of the stele, she slowly squatted down, looked at Han Shaochen on the stele, and slowly touched the familiar facial features with her fingertips.Every detail is so familiar, as familiar as yesterday, he still looked at himself with such a cool face, but grabbed his cold hand and put it into the pocket of his thick coat.

Brother Chen, Qiao Qiao waited for you for four years, and finally got you.

Although, in this way.

The face under the fingertips still has a cold expression, without any warmth, will not respond, and will no longer comfort and say: "Qiao Qiao, don't cry, you have to be stronger."

I will never embrace myself in a wide, warm embrace again.

Tears finally filled her eyes, she bit her lip and closed her eyes, the warm liquid slid down her thin face, dripped down her thin chin, dripped into her collar, and turned into ice cold.

"Brother Chen, why are you willing to leave, why are you willing to keep Qiao Qiao?" The interrogation melted into sobbing, broken words intermittently.

Huangfu Yao's resolute back faced her for a long time, under the dark sky, the picture seemed to be still...

That day, Qiao Keyu stayed on the mountain for a long time. For a long time, she cried and made troubles. It was completely dark, but she still refused to leave.Huangfu Yao couldn't stand it anymore, and when he wanted to take her away forcibly, she was so irrational that she almost bumped into the tombstone, shouting: "Brother Chen, take me away, take Qiaoqiao away!"

Those shrill cries were like knives, piercing Huangfu Yao's heart word by word.

(End of this chapter)