Billionaire Love Marriage: Goodnight, My Wife Lord

When Ji Luoqing arrives at the hotel.

Su Qing was really alone in the hotel. As soon as she saw her, she ran over and hugged her with a small face full of grievances!

"Ma, I miss you so much!"

The little girl hugged her and rubbed her nose and tears in her arms, "I also want to go back to Beijing with you, like sister Xi, and live with you, so I can see you every day!"

Looking at the wronged appearance of Su Qing, who is only eight years old, Ji Luoqing rubbed her black hairy hair and said guilt, "Qing Qing, if you come to Beijing with me, who will accompany your father?"

Su Qing sucked her nose and tears rolled around her eyes. She thought it was the same. Dad was lonely. What would dad do if she followed her mom?

"If you don't cry, your eyes won't look good. Come on, grandma brought you a lot of delicious food..." Ji Luoqing lightly wiped the tears off her face and took her hand to the house.

After spending some time with Su Qing in the hotel, he called Xi Xi and asked her to come and accompany Su Qing.

Xi Xi has a good relationship with Su Qing. In addition, the little girl is only eight years old. It's not safe to let her alone in the hotel.

Besides, Su Xiting was afraid that he was busy with his father's affairs. He was afraid that he would have no time to take care of her for a while.

Even if she is an ordinary friend, Ji Luoqing is duty bound. Besides, Su Qing is her daughter?

Two days later.

Solemn and solemn funeral scene, under the willow in the distance.

Ji Luoqing stood quietly under the tree with a black umbrella and looked at the scene of few people. The figure who could not kneel in front of the tombstone was not difficult to see his pain, although it was only his back.

Near Su Xiting, Ah Xiang knelt behind him. On the other side was su Bingwang's former Secretary Xiao Liu. Apart from the two, Ah Xiang cried the loudest.

Secretary Liu bowed his head and wept, without making much noise.

In addition to the three, there were not many other people who just kept silent and did not see the sadness and anger of the death of half of their relatives.

After a while, these other people also left one after another. After a while, secretary Liu also left, leaving only Ah Xiang and Su Xiting, who was still kneeling in front of the tomb in filial piety clothes.

After a while, Ji Luoqing took steps and stepped on the soft lawn, but each step was heavy and long.

Not too far away, she seemed to have walked for half a century, as if she had stepped on the previous years, and seemed to see everything, no hurry or slow.

Finally, she came to the tombstone and stood in front of it. Su Xiting, who was silent but could not hide her pain, and Ah Xiang, who was still crying.

Ah Xiang first noticed her. He was also wearing filial piety clothes. He wiped his nose and tears on his face with his sleeve, stood up and silently retreated to the distance.

Ji Luoqing Gu took a step forward and put the thing in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"I heard. Your father used to like drinking tea. I took some bags of the best new tea this year. I can't taste anything. Let him taste it slowly over there. "

Ji Luoqing said, putting down his umbrella and feeling Su Xiting kneeling beside him, his back stiffened, slowly turned his head and looked at her.

Before turning around and looking at her, he quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then looked up at her and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see you. Why don't you tell me such a big thing?" She took out a stack of paper money from the plastic bag and put it in the brazier in front of him.

"There's nothing to say. My father has been in prison for more than ten years, and early departure is also early liberation. " Su Xiting said in a calm voice and looked at the picture of his father on the tombstone.

"Don't worry about Qingqing. Xi Xi and Hao'er are with you."

Ji Luoqing said and sprinkled some paper money into the brazier. These two days, Xi Xi and Jun Hao will go to find Su Qing or take her out to play.

"Thank you..."

Su Xiting said with some satisfaction. He felt guilty that he had no time to accompany Su Qing these two days. He just told the hotel to deliver meals on time every day.

"Xi Ting, cry when you are sad. Don't bear it." Ji Luoqing looked at his strong support. He felt really uncomfortable. The pain of bereavement already hurt his heart, but he had to endure it. Wouldn't it be more painful?

I can't see him like this.

Ji Luoqing hugged him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cry, my shoulder is yours. You're welcome!"

Su Xiting suddenly smiled, but his eyebrows frowned tightly. The pain from the bottom of his eyes slowed down. The man's tears, which rarely fell, didn't hold back at this moment.

Over the years, his heart is not without regret and remorse. He blames himself for failing to be a filial son by his father's side and accompany him to his old age.

Although his father's sin had already been planted, it was sooner or later that he was punished. It was hard to turn back from the first day his father insisted on coming to Beijing An City.

But even so, if he can be obedient and don't go against his will, he may be able to accompany him for another two years

Ji Luoqing can feel his trembling. Is it emotion or heart?

"Xi Ting, if you have another life, remember to find me early."

When she was almost done, she handed him the paper towel, transferred his thoughts, and said in a slightly relaxed tone.

Su Xiting took a breath and looked up at her with thick wet Qingjun fog eyes, pulling up a silk astringent smile, "nature. I will find you early in my next life. When president an finds you, maybe you and I will be full of children and grandchildren... "

See how he robbed it?

Ji Luoqing saw that his mood was almost adjusted. He stood up and picked up the sunshade on the ground. "If you do well, go back to Yuhai. It can't be separated from you."

It's no longer suitable for him to stay outside, but fortunately, there is a place to need him.

"I'm gone?"

Then she gave him an energetic smile and turned away.

"Alo!"

Ji Luoqing stood still, but he didn't look back.

"This life, do not regret."

Su Xiting's slightly dumb voice sounded slowly behind her.

What he regretted was his debt to his father, but he did not regret what he had done in this life.

Don't regret meeting her, running to Yuhai for her, and paying for her!

How many vicissitudes and floating years will people experience in their life? How many people can really do what they want to do freely and freely?

Very few, very few.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is destined to be lonely and lonely all his life. He is very stupid and not worth it.

But his heart has never been as clear as a mirror, as clear as a green pool, and has never been muddy and covered with dirty dust by this turbid world.

Just like the original father, isn't he also conceited and clean?

But now he is still himself.

It was Arlo who helped him and gave him freedom and space.

If he had survived in the world today, would he still be what he is today? I'm afraid I can't see clearly.

So what outsiders see is her fickleness and his stupidity.

But no one knows, her accomplishment, his gratitude.

Ji Luoqing's footsteps, after only a slight pause, gradually moved away.

She had to go back early. The children would go home for dinner in the evening. She agreed to cook for them herself.