Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He looked at her in a daze, smiling like a flower, took the hamburger and milk she handed over, bit by bit, suddenly a sour nose, tears could not help flowing down.

Before, she also suddenly stopped him, rushed to KFC to buy the freshest hamburger for him, and looked at him with such a smile. At that time, how sweet they loved each other?

"Brother in law?" Song Xiaoqing looked at him with regret and worry in his eyes: "I'm sorry."

"Nothing." He turned his head to one side, wiped the tears from his eyes, pretended to be nothing, and said, "OK, let's go!"

First went to the florist, he carefully selected a handful of white gardenia, even packaging, but also in accordance with the way she likes to personally bandage, so focused, so affectionate, so that all the women in the florist are attracted, heart thumping.

Song Xiaoqing is no exception. After looking at it for a while, he noticed that he raised his head and then covered up his smile: "my sister likes Gardenia best. If she sees it, she will be very happy."

Chu lanchao didn't speak, but nodded faintly. His eyes fell on the Gardenia in his hand, gentle as a lover's hand.

He carefully put the flowers in the back seat, then got on the car and continued to walk towards the cemetery. He didn't look at Song Xiaoqing all the way, as if she didn't exist. Only he knew that he didn't want to see it, but he didn't dare to.

It's going to be crazy.

Outside the cemetery, he stops and takes out the bouquet. He and song Xiaoqing walk up side by side. At this moment, he clearly feels that the woman around him, not the one he loves deeply, has been sleeping in this land. He will never open his eyes to see him again, call him tenderly, or hug him again

"Xiaolan, I came to see you. I miss you. Do you miss me?" He squatted down and put the Gardenia in his hand in front of her grave. He looked up at the smiling woman on the tombstone. He was so sad that he couldn't bear it.

"Sister, Qingqing has come to see you!" Song Xiaoqing also squatted down, holding the cold tombstone, tears fell like rain: "sister, Qingqing has not come to see you for so long, do you blame Qingqing? In fact, Qingqing miss you very much, all the time, miss you very much. "

Song Xiaoqing holds the tombstone and calls for his sister. His tears are like rain. He is very sad and pitiful. He stands and looks at it with great emotion.

Xiaolan has always loved her teenage sister. Xiaoqing has always relied on Xiaolan, but because of him, she hasn't come back to see her for three years. Must she also resent herself?

Looking at her pear blossom with rain, he couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and gently held her in his arms, gently stroking her hair. Song Xiaoqing took the opportunity to rush into his arms, tightly hugged him, and cried: "brother-in-law, I miss my sister, I miss my sister."

His heart vibrated and his heart became more tender.

"Xiaolan, don't worry. I will take good care of Xiaoqing for you. I will." He looked at the woman on the tombstone and secretly made up his mind.

"Did Mr. Chu call back?" Chang Huan carefully down the stairs, looked at the side of the hall, see Chu mother is not here, this asked Zhang ma.

Chu lanchao didn't come back last night and didn't call her all day today. She can't help it.