The wife doesn't come anymore, the domineering president is extremely in love

114 Looking for Dowry Su Qinghuan never dared to think about the past, because she was afraid that she would blame others.

The feeling of falling from the sky to the ground is not good, but some people say that the ups and downs are never fate, but the state of mind.

There may be some truth to this sentence, as long as she doesn't think about the past, her state of mind will be extremely peaceful.

Cayenne slowly slowed down and stopped in front of the big villa before Su's house.

Su Qinghuan was still sitting in the co-pilot, holding her bag tightly.

Because, it contained the family portrait.

I just bought a photo frame in a boutique.

"Come down."

Gu Qijing walked around the front of the car to open the door for her, and said softly, but saw her in a daze, not even taking off her seat belt.

With a silent sigh, he leaned over to help her unbuckle her seat belt, and touched her face with his bony fingers.

Su Qinghuan turned her head in a daze, glanced at Gu Qijing, and then took off her leg.

The big iron gate was locked.

The keys from the outside to the inside are all in Gu Qijing's hands.

While waiting for Gu Qijing to use the key to unlock the lock, Su Qinghuan looked inside through the big iron gate.

There has been no one living here for too long, and no one has taken care of it. It looks extremely desolate.

What used to be a beautiful meadow is now overgrown with weeds.

It has been 16 years since I left here, and the last time I glanced at it, I didn't have the courage to go in.

Many memories, but it seems like it happened yesterday.

The ending was so tragic that the gesture was tragic.

"Is the inside of the villa different from before?"

With a clear heart like a mirror, Su Qinghuan still asked the question lightly.

It seems to be asking the person next to him, and it seems to be reminding himself.

This villa, ranging from the entire layout to the arrangement of tables and chairs, was all designed by mother Zhou Sufang.

Zhou Sufang is an interior designer. She was originally a small white-collar worker working hard in Jincheng. She only met Su Qinghuan's father, Su Fusheng, after receiving an order for a design draft.

Gu Qijing unlocked the lock, opened a large iron door, and turned to look at Su Qinghuan.

Now that she was standing here, he couldn't empathize with her.

But he loves her dearly, and loves her to face everything.

The past is like a knife, maybe every time she faces it, the knife will cut a knife in her heart.

She was originally a naughty and coquettish child, but fate played tricks on her and made her suffer too many unbearable things.

"We're slowly turning it back to what it used to be."

Su Qinghuan couldn't help but smile as the low-mellow and pleasant male voice came into his ears.

Things can go back to what they were, but people can't.

Those who leave will never come back.

Those who stay will grieve for those who leave for the rest of their lives until they leave.

So, in fact, think about it from another angle, the mother committed suicide by cutting her wrist that year, for the mother, it was a relief.

People who are alive are always the most tired.

"No, don't change back to how you were."

Su Qinghuan shook her head, not wanting to let herself be silent in the past all the time.

……

Without a single piece of furniture, the villa was extremely empty.

The smell of dust hit his face, making Su Qinghuan cough.

Su Qinghuan raised his foot to walk in, but Gu Qijing stretched out his hand to hold him back. Su Qinghuan turned to look at him, and heard him say: "It hasn't been cleaned inside, I'll ask someone to clean it, and then buy some furniture. If you want to come over, I will come with you again."

Blinking her eyes, Su Qinghuan turned her head and looked inside.

It looked like it had been looted inside.

But she still wanted to put the photo in, and helped her mother back here one day earlier, and fulfilled her mother's last wish one day earlier.

Gu Qijing had no choice but to follow her.

Passing through the mess of confetti all over the floor, he took her to the former master bedroom of Su Fusheng and Zhou Sufang.

There is no furniture downstairs, but there is a European-style bed in the master bedroom.

There is also little dust smell here. No one has lived there for so long. The big bed is not covered with a dust cloth, but there is no dust.

Su Qinghuan took out the photo that was no longer clear from her bag and put it on the bed cabinet.

Caressing it with her fingers, she asked Gu Qijing who was standing by the door frame, "Do you know where my father's tomb is?"

When Su's family had an accident, Su Qinghuan was only six years old.

Knowing that something happened to my family, I can only cry.

Because of her young age, she doesn't know many things.

I heard from my grandma that my father's car fell off the cliff. After the firefighters and the police found the car that fell off the cliff, it was already a few days later. It was burned badly, and my father's body was also burned to ashes.

Therefore, Su Fusheng's tomb is just a tomb of clothes.

After leaving Jincheng, Su Qinghuan had never been to Su Fusheng's tomb to pay homage. When she was young, she couldn't afford to go there. When she grew up, no one told her where the tombstone was.

Her heart was full of bitterness, and she felt sorry for her father who had always loved her.

"I'll ask for you."

Looking at Su Qinghuan at this moment, the man's eyes are full of pity.

Song Huaen would definitely know where Su Fusheng's tomb was.

……

After the two left the villa, Su Qinghuan walked straight to a small artificial fountain.

Gu Qijing stood there and waited for her.

16 years away from here, knew she would have something to do.

He watched quietly, not wanting to disturb her.

Su Qinghuan picked up a small stick, found a place beside the artificial fountain, measured the distance with his feet, walked a few steps, squatted down, pulled up the long grass, and then Dig in the ground with a stick in your hand.

It seems that they are looking for something.

Going back and forth like this, Gu Qijing saw her do this no less than five times before he stepped over.

She pulled out a lot of grass on the grass, and now she digs the soil with a stick, her hands are covered with mud, and there are some green juices on the grass.

"Looking for what?"

Gu Qijing squatted beside her, held one of her hands, and stopped her from digging any further.

Her actions hurt his eyes.

Su Qinghuan pushed his hand away, still buried her head, and the strength in her hand became a little stronger.

"Looking for a dowry."

There was a slight smile in his voice.

but……

The movements of his hands stopped suddenly, and Su Qinghuan became completely powerless.

As the words fell, the tears that had been stored in the eyes for a long time also fell out and fell on the dirty hands.

"When I was young, I saw my mother wearing earrings. I thought they were beautiful and wanted to wear them, but I didn't get my ears pierced. My parents didn't let me get my ears pierced at that age. They said that I would wait until I was 18 and became an adult. I was so angry. Later, in order to coax me, my mother gave me a pair of magnolia earrings that she liked very much, saying that they were dowry, and asked me to wear them on the day I got married. The bottle is buried in this place..."

Her voice was choked up, because she lowered her head, the tears in her eyes couldn't flow back, Su Qinghuan tightly held the stick in her hand, she couldn't find the small bottle...

Su Qinghuan was hugged into Gu Qijing's arms, and she wept softly.

At this time, she realized how much she longed for such warmth.

She longs for someone to pamper her and tolerate her petty temperament, instead of pretending to be strong in front of people and leaving crying to the dark night when only she is alone.

She trembled faintly and felt that it was painful to breathe.

Gu Qijing patted her on the back, comforting her silently.

Her pain, because he has never experienced it, so he can't feel it.

"You have me now, don't cry."

Gu Qijing kissed her forehead.

Su Qinghuan grabbed the fabric of his clothes around his waist, still choked up, she said: "Gu Qijing, I'm so scared, I'm afraid that if my identity is known, it will involve you, I'm afraid of my family's affairs, It's going to happen all over again."

As the boss of the group, Gu Qijing doesn't receive as much attention as the popular stars, but he is still a public figure. Whenever there is trouble, people will pay attention.

Su Qinghuan was worried that the media would use her identity to make a fuss about Gu Qijing.

People like them cannot stand such vicious scandals.

"Fool, Shengjing won't be caught by anyone. What are you afraid of?"

Gu Qijing held her crying face and wiped her tears with his thumb.

Ever since I was a child, my love for crying has not changed.

"Just be afraid."

Once bitten by a snake for ten years, I am afraid of well ropes, let alone such things as family ruin and death.

Seeing her like this, Gu Qijing's heart softened.

Caressing her head, he said: "Don't be afraid, in the future, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

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Gu Qijing held Su Qinghuan's bag in one hand, and put his other hand on her waist, embracing her, and the two walked towards the big iron gate.

Su Qinghuan's eyes were dry and uncomfortable from crying, she raised her hand to wipe it off, but was held by Gu Qijing's hand who came around from behind her.

"Your hands are dirty, don't wipe your eyes."

When he stopped, Su Qinghuan couldn't hear it very clearly, because beside the Cayenne, a black Volkswagen was making a U-turn in a hurry, and the tires rubbed against the ground, leaving a long trail and making a sound.

The black masses turned around and sped away, very fast, as if they were avoiding something...