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Jun Yihuang, grandpa.

Jun Mohan narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a while, and finally connected.

"Mo Han, I'm at your mother's grave."

Hearing this sentence, Jun Mohan gripped the phone slightly with his fingertips, pursed his thin crimson lips, and without saying a word, Jun Yihuang sighed.

The vicissitudes of life made Jun Mohan's heart dull, and he finally spoke.

"I'll go right now."

After hanging up the phone, Jun Mohan looked even colder, looked at Leng Si and said, "Go to the cemetery."

Leng Si responded, turned the car around, and drove towards the cemetery in the suburbs. Looking at this familiar path, Jun Mohan's mood was very complicated.

Six years, six full years, since his mother passed away, he has never been truly happy. Grandpa has become his only relative, but now
Thinking of his mother, Jun Mohan tightly clenched his hands on his lap, a biting cold burst out from his eyes.

Sensing the change in Jun Mohan's body, Leng Si's eyes flickered. If this kind of thing happened to ordinary people, it would be unbearable. My mother was killed by Xiaosan and his first love. Grandpa knew about it, but he kept everything a secret , but Young Master Jun is Young Master Jun, he believes he will survive.

"Bah!"

The car stopped, and after Jun Mohan had left for not long, he saw Jun Yihuang, his grandfather.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he said without turning his head, "Mo Han, you're here."

"Ah."

Jun Mohan responded, put the crabapple flower in his hand in front of his mother's tombstone, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I'm here to see you."

Looking at his back, Jun Yihuang's shrewd eyes were full of sadness. Although he didn't say anything, he understood that he would never go back.

With trembling hands, Jun Yihuang looked at Jun Mohan and said, "Mohan, I'm sorry."

"You didn't feel sorry for me. What you were sorry for was my mother. She treated you like a father. You knew how she died, but you didn't do anything."

Hearing Jun Yihuang's sorry, Jun Mohan burst into suppressed anger, and his dark eyes were filled with disappointment.

Jun Yihuang's body swayed, trying to stabilize himself, looking at Haiwei on the tombstone with reddish eyes, and the past scenes were presented before his eyes.

"Dad, your legs have old rheumatism. This is the medicine I bought for you. Try it?"

"Dad, it's cold outside, I'll help you back home, I made your favorite dishes today."

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Too many things flashed, and two lines of muddy tears flowed from Jun Yihuang's eyes. He shook his hands, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said in a hoarse voice: "My child, I'm sorry for you."

Jun Mohan straightened his body, and the pain filled his heart. He looked at Jun Yihuang, who was a little hunched from the corner of his eye, and finally walked over, supporting him without saying a word.

Jun Yihuang looked up at Jun Mohan, his expression was very excited, he held him with both hands, his lips moved, he was speechless.

"I'll help you go back."

"Mo Han, I will tell you everything in front of your mother today."

After saying this, Jun Yihuang's memory seemed to go back to a few years ago.

"Dad, I was wrong, I beg you, please let Liu Mei go, she is the woman I love the most in my life, if something happens to her, our Jun family will become the laughing stock of the whole F city, Mo Han is still young, he Can't live without a father."

Jun Hongchang knelt in front of Jun Yihuang, begging bitterly, thinking that this was his only son, Jun Yihuang softened his heart, and suppressed everything with the fastest speed.

After listening to everything Jun Yihuang said, Jun Mohan's heart instantly turned cold, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Have you ever thought about my mother?"

"I"

Jun Yihuang was speechless and just looked at Jun Mohan, "You hate me?"

"I don't hate."

After Jun Mohan said this, Jun Yihuang's eyes were full of joy, and he said excitedly: "Mohan, you can forgive me, so can you?"

Before the word "Jun Hongchang" was uttered, Jun Yihuang felt the chill on Jun Mohan's body, as well as the increasingly cold eyes, and swallowed the words straight to his mouth.

Jun Mohan pulled his hand away calmly, looked at Leng Si and said, "Send Mr. Jun back."

Only then did he realize that Jun Mohan had never called him grandfather from the very beginning. He didn't hate him, but he couldn't let it go. He probably guessed Jun Yihuang's purpose.

"Mo Han, he is your father after all."

"Leng Si, send him away."

As soon as Jun Yihuang's words came out of his mouth, Jun Mohan's expression became very ugly. When a cold voice came, Leng Si immediately took a step forward, looked at him and said, "Mr. Jun, please."

"Mo Han, you are well."

"I don't want to hear that person's name in front of my mother, otherwise"

Hearing the threat in Jun Mohan's words, Jun Yihuang sighed, turned around and left here, he did what he had to do.

The footsteps left, Jun Mohan looked at his mother's photo, squatted down, "Mom, what do you think I should do? Tell me?"

It is not a pity for that man to die, but Grandpa.
Jun Mohan began to be in a dilemma, his eyes were full of struggle.

An Xiaoxiao saw Jun Mohan in front of the tombstone from a distance, breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked over.

"I knew you were here."

"An An."

Hearing An Xiaoxiao's words, Jun Mohan smiled, and seeing the smile on that handsome face, she looked at him bewilderedly.

Fortunately, he doesn't like to laugh very much, otherwise, everyone in the city would probably fight to marry Jun Mohan.

Jun Mohan looked at An Xiaoxiao dotingly, flicked her forehead with his slender fingers, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know I'm here?"

"That's because we have a good understanding."

An Xiaoxiao blinked mischievously, and said playfully, upon hearing her words, Jun Mohan smiled, and held her hand, "Let's go home."

"it is good."

She secretly looked at Jun Mohan from the corner of her eye, he was neither angry nor angry, it seemed that their conversation was okay, not as thunderous as she imagined.

An Xiaoxiao thought of the phone call Jun Yihuang made to her an hour ago.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm Jun Yihuang."

"Grandpa, do you have anything to do with me?"

An Xiaoxiao's voice was full of joy and uneasiness. Who is Jun Yihuang, the former chief, and besides, he is Jun Mohan's grandfather. If he took the initiative to find him this time, he probably knew that they were just a fake marriage, right?

Jun Yihuang thought for a long time, and finally said, "You know about Mo Han's mother, right?"

"I know, that's what grandpa said." An Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since you know, Grandpa will ask you for something."

Thinking of the conversation with Jun Yihuang, An Xiaoxiao felt a little uneasy, what should she say?