100% pampering wife: See you on Monday, the wealthy husband

The miserable rain fell on her face. Shen Qianqing was wearing a black windbreaker and sat in front of an unremarkable tombstone. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the photo on the tombstone. Tears fell, and the cold rain and warm tears intertwined. People can't tell.

"Grandma, I came to see you, are you okay?" Shen Qianqing murmured, "I miss you so much."

But the only answer to her was the sound of wind and rain in her ears and her sobbing, nothing else.

"Grandma, I live a hard life, really hard. When you leave, I promise you to live a good life, but why is it so difficult to live a good life?"

Shen Qianqing changed her position, leaned her back against the tombstone, and murmured, "Grandma hugs me, I'm lonely by myself."

Shen Qianqing, what He Yifan said about the rose and the marriage proposal were just excuses to get rid of him. Those words are also half-truths and half-false. It is true not to want to repeat the same mistakes, and it is false to get back together.

"Grandma, did I do something wrong?" Shen Qianqing took a sip of the wine, but the tears fell even more fiercely: "Hey, why did this wine turn into tears, it must be fake wine."

Shen Qianqing couldn't help frowning from the burning down his throat. Although he had to attend some receptions these years, he usually drank wine. Today, when he went to the supermarket, he accidentally brought out a bottle of white wine.

The ancients said, "Once drunk, a thousand worries can be solved." She also wanted to know what it feels like to be drunk, and whether it can really make people forget a lot of unhappiness?

Taking another sip of strong wine, Shen Qianqing couldn't help coughing a few times. It looked extremely painful, as if she wanted to spit out her heart, liver and lungs.

"Grandma, they are all liars. This wine is so bad, I feel so uncomfortable." Shen Qianqing's crying sound became louder and louder, even through the heavy rain and fog, it could be spread far away. She was crying very sadly, as if Only in this way can I cry out all the grievances in my heart.

"Grandma, why do you want me to repay your kindness? If I didn't repay my kindness, I wouldn't have met He Yifan. If I hadn't met He Yifan, I wouldn't have lived in such pain." Shen Qianqing shouted loudly: "Why? Woolen cloth?"

No one responded for a long while, but Shen Qianqing's clothes were completely soaked, and it was already hard to tell whether it was rain or tears on his face. Shen Qianqing's eyes suddenly changed as if he remembered something, and he actively turned around and hugged the cold tombstone , put his head on it, cried and shouted: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I should blame you, I... I don't blame you... I..."

Shen Qianqing cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, like a wronged child who finally saw her relatives: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you, please don't be angry, okay? I only have you, only you Already!"

"Grandma, why are you so cold?" Shen Qianqing's drinking strength could not resist the bottle of white wine at all. Now that the drinking strength was getting stronger, she felt a little dizzy, but she hugged the tombstone in her arms even more tightly: " Grandma, don't leave me alone, I'm scared, I'm really scared."

When He Yifan came to the cemetery, what he saw was such a scene. The anger of being sent pigeons by Shen Qianqing in the small town suddenly disappeared, leaving only a lot of pain.

He had never seen such a Shen Qianqing, a fragile crystal doll that seemed to break if touched, and one couldn't help but want to hold it in the palm of his hand and take pity on it.