Chen Qingqing heard Lu Hanchuan's words and smiled slightly, stepped forward a few steps, squatted beside the tombstone, and reached out to touch the black and white photo gently, "Mom Chen, if there is a next life, Qingqing will be your granddaughter, okay? But in the next life, you must remember Qingqing..."

She stood up and the workers sealed the soil again.

At this moment, the sound of leather shoes suddenly came from the bluestone road, with such a loud noise that cut through such tranquility-

The voice came from far to near. At first, Lu Hanchuan thought it was, so he turned over and looked. When he clearly saw the other person's appearance, his eyebrows were furrowed-

"Qingqing, it's Huo Tingxiao!"

When Chen Qingqing heard this, she smiled slightly, her slender eyelashes drooped, leaving a green shadow on her slightly pale face. She looked up at Huo Tingxiao who had already walked over and said softly, "No need, even if you want to stop it, you can't stop it, just do whatever he wants!"

After crossing Lu Hanchuan's shoulders, Chen Qingqing watched the man walk towards her step by step, her eyebrows frowned.

How could this man come here?

Are you here to see the joke?

It should be!

After all, the more embarrassed she is, the happier he is!

So naturally I won’t miss such a good opportunity!

Huo Tingxiao was wearing a black handmade suit, which perfectly reflected his slender and upright body. The cold and sharp facial lines were now covered with a hint of eagerness, and his eyes were slightly sad.

"Mr. Huo, is there something wrong with coming here?" Before Huo Tingxiao could speak, Chen Qingqing spoke first, his tone was indifferent and distant.

Huo Tingxiao looked at the woman in front of her, but didn't say anything. She just reached out to hold Chen Qingqing's cold hand and touched the warm breath. Chen Qingqing suddenly looked up at the man holding her hand. She could even clearly feel the man's trembling.

She frowned slightly, very unhappy.

But before she could speak, the man reached out to hug her into his arms—

Chen Qingqing almost subconsciously wanted to push Huo Tingxiao away, but she couldn't push him away. Huo Tingxiao naturally felt her struggle, but stubbornly held Chen Qingqing in her arms.

I don’t know why Huo Tingxiao’s nose felt a little sore and painful when he held such a thin Chen Qingqing.

In addition, he had already vaguely known about the things from that year, so the pain slowly began to spread, and a grand sadness filled his heart.

"Chen Qingqing, if something big happened, why didn't you tell me? Chen's funeral, even if you hate me, you should tell me, after all, Chen's mom has taken care of me!" Huo Tingxiao's voice was a little low.

Hearing his questioning, Chen Qingqing didn't react for a moment, but the next moment, she pushed Huo Tingxiao away and looked up at the man in front of her, with a sarcastic look in her eyes.

Just such a faint smile made Huo Tingxiao feel a little scared!

"Chen Qingqing..." Huo Tingxiao called out lightly.

But what responded to him was indifferent and alienated words, "Where did Mr. Huo sing? If he was watching the show, I'm sorry, Chen's death did not have a big impact on me, nor did I make me die to the point of death!" Chen Qingqing suddenly looked up at Huo Tingxiao and smiled, but his smile was not in full swing, with a little ridicule, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huo was in vain!"

"Chen Qingqing, I don't mean that, I just--"
Chapter completed!