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Coming from the path is a middle-aged man holding a bouquet of white calla lily in his right hand.

The man has a deep-eyed face, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the tall nose, and the elegant expression between the hands and feet, although there are some traces of the years, but still can be seen how handsome in youth.

Looking through Ning Xiaofei's little face with anger, she fell on the new tombstone behind her, and the man whispered.

"The staff at the cemetery told me this address, let me see Xiaolin."

As he said, he squatted down and placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone. He watched the man stretch over the palm of his hand to touch the tombstone. Ning Xiaofei opened his mouth coldly.

"Don't let your dirty hands stain her tombstone!"

The man's fingers trembled, wiped off a little dirt on the tombstone, and straightened up again. The ink smudged Ning Xiaofei's face across the lens.

"Xiao Fei, I know that you hate me, but...do I have no right to give her flowers?"

Controlling the emotions in the chest, Ning Xiaofei took a deep breath.

"You have already finished, you can go!"

"Xiao Fei..."

"I don't want to quarrel with you at her tomb."

"I heard that you are not living in the quarter now. Is there something wrong?"

"My business has nothing to do with you."

Grabbing his own backpack, the soil did not shoot and then back to the body, Ning Xiaofei quickly stepped on the stone road, and quickly went to the direction of the mountain.

"Xiao Fei!"

The man rushed over and grabbed her arm. "I know that all the things before are bad for me, you should hate me, I don't blame you, I... I just want to do something for you?" ”

Ning Xiaofei turned and slammed his palm.

"That's a little further away from me, don't let me see you!"

"Xiao Fei, I know you don't want to admit it, but I am your father anyway."

"Dad?" Ning Xiaofei is cold, "I don't have a father!"

Turned around, she let go, and rushed down the steps.

Looking at her fading figure, the middle-aged man frowned and stopped.

A young man passed Ning Xiaofei and walked up the mountain to stop in front of a middle-aged man.

"Ning total, just the one...?"

I know that autumn is light and breathe. "She is my daughter, Ning Xiaofei."

The young man nodded and turned his face to look down the mountain. "Do you want to chase her back?"

"no need."

Ning Zhiqiu regained his gaze and turned back to the new grave. Before going to the tombstone, he took out the handkerchief from his body and carefully wiped the dust off the tablet.

Looking at the picture of Ji Zilin on the tombstone, I know that the autumn double eyebrows are tight.

"Xiao Lin...sorry!"

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When Ning Xiaofei rushed back to the TV station, it was already at noon. When he first entered the office, he took over Ye Qiao’s phone.

“Ningda planning, have lunch together?”

"Not today."

Ning Xiaofei is talking, Zhang Yue will send a courier box to her.

Her courier?

Ning Xiaofei took it in a puzzled way and nodded to Zhang Yue. "Little Joe, I will ask you the next day. I really have something to do today."

"Well, then you don't care about your work. Speaking of business, WeChat's business has now been transferred to the entire TV station. We are waiting for the apology on Saturday. Yes, this thing has been fried now. It’s getting boiled, you have a little bit of preparation, these reporters are smart, you are careful to have a paparazzi staring at you!”