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In a hot pot restaurant.

The lights are bright and the voices are buzzing.

Nanhua, Shen Zechuan, Mu Yan, and Yueyue were cooking hot pot together, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, it was so lively.

Nanhua picked up a piece of tender tofu with chopsticks and fed it to Yueyue's mouth.

Yueyue pouted her small mouth and tilted her head at her mother, and said solemnly: "Well, this tofu is not bad, it smells good."

Nan Hua rubbed her white and tender face, "Little clever ghost, eat more if it smells good."

Shen Zechuan picked up a piece of hairy belly, put it into the hot red oil, rinsed it skillfully, dipped it in the seasoning, and handed it to Nan Hua's mouth.

Nan Hua opened her mouth to swallow it, and the crisp and tender taste of the hairy belly burst into the whole mouth in an instant, it was so delicious that she swallowed it with her tongue.

Mu Yan looked at the two of them and clicked her tongue a few times, "Look at how kind your brother treats you, I'm envious, jealous, and hateful."

Nan Hua glanced at her lightly, "Pretentious."

Mu Yan laughed, and suddenly slapped her forehead, "I almost forgot a big thing."

She opened her bag, took out a check from her wallet, and handed it to Nan Hua, "This is 1000 million, you take it and return it to my husband. My dad just came back with a project payment, and I rushed to grab it slowly." Come here, slow down, he will return it to others first."

"Okay." Nan Hua took it and carefully put it in her wallet.

Shen Zechuan turned his head to look at her, "Who is Mr.? You borrowed money from him? Why didn't you tell me about the lack of money?"

"It should be someone I knew before. You have helped me too much, so I can't always trouble you."

Shen Zechuan suddenly straightened his back, sat upright, his handsome and gentle face became serious, "You don't ask me for help when you encounter problems, but go to someone else, do you take my brother seriously?"

Nan Hua smiled at him playfully, "Brother, don't always put on a straight face and teach me a lesson, okay? We were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day."

When she smiled, he softened, "I'm afraid of you, afraid that your identity will be exposed..."

"Don't worry, I'm looking for someone that Huo Beiyao doesn't know well, so I shouldn't be able to pass it on to him. You see, it's been more than a month, and everything is going well. Huo Beiyao doesn't know my real identity."

Shen Zechuan's handsome face softened, and he put on a warm smile again, "Don't be an example, be more careful in the future, you know?"

"Got it, bro."

Mu Yan picked up a piece of mutton, dipped it in the seasoning, and said, "I heard that your scumbag ex-husband is going to marry Xiaosan soon?"

Nan Hua's face changed color in an instant, she let out an "um", lowered her eyelashes, and poked her chopsticks in the seasoning bowl dully.

"If you want me to say that it's good for those two to get married, a scumbag man and a slutty woman will last forever, so as not to cause harm to others."

Nanhua's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, her finger bones turned white, and hatred ran wildly in her body, uncontrollable.

Shen Zechuan took her hand with his big hand, "Hands are so cold, is it because the air conditioner is too cold? I'll ask the waiter to adjust the air conditioner."

Nan Hua shook her head, "It's not cool."

Mu Yan glanced at her, "Ah Hua, quickly forget about that scumbag. Your brother treats you so well, and your husband treats you with love and righteousness. There are so many good men in the world, why do you have to find a man in the garbage dump? There will definitely be retribution for those scumbags! There will definitely be retribution! It’s not that they won’t repay, the time has not yet come!”

In the dark and cold cemetery.

Standing was a slender man with a black ironed shirt and the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing his delicate and strong wrist bones.

Under the light of the street lamp, the bridge of the nose and lips seemed to have been painted with a layer of pale glaze, giving them a particularly ascetic and indifferent temperament.

The row of deep tooth marks on the slender neck was a bit inconsistent with his perfect and handsome appearance.

Suddenly feeling an itchy nasal cavity, Huo Beiyao sneezed twice in succession.

Raising his hand and rubbing his nose, he slowly lowered his eyelashes and continued to stare at the photo on the tombstone, his deep and hard gaze gradually became sad.

The girl in the photo has bright eyes, lively, agile, pure with a little stubbornness, completely opposite to this gloomy and lifeless cemetery.

This is Nan Hua's tomb.

After her death, her body was swallowed by wild beasts, and there were no bones left, so she took her clothes and buried them in the soil to build a tomb.

He remembered the first time he met her when she was 13 years old.

That night, she was bullied on the way home from school, and he happened to bump into her, got out of the car and beat the gangsters away.

Her knee was injured, dripping with blood, and frightened, her legs were too weak to walk.

He picked her up and took her to the car to the hospital. That was the first time he had held a girl, a girl who was injured and frightened.

The girl Liuli was as delicate and fragile, he held her very lightly and carefully, for fear of hurting her.

Seeing her shivering and helpless in his arms with teary eyes, he felt distressed for the first time, and suddenly wanted to protect her, to protect her for the rest of her life.

Unexpectedly, when she was only 23 years old, she died. He could no longer protect her, he could no longer protect her, his heart was cut like a knife...

"Ineedyounow, whereareyougoing, I want the equator to warm the coldest North Pole..." The phone rang.

Huo Beiyao took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, looked at the caller ID, frowned slightly, swiped his slender fingers, and hung up.

The bell rang again, and Huo Beiyao's handsome and handsome face flashed a trace of impatience, and he pressed the answer button, "Rouge, what's the matter?"

"Brother Beiyao, it's so late, why don't you go home?" Lin Yan's gentle and delicate voice came from the phone.

"I'm not going back tonight."

Lin Yanyan was taken aback, "Then where are you staying tonight?"

"Sinan Mansion. I will live here all the time before the wedding." Huo Beiyao's voice was deep and empty.

Sinan Mansion was where Nanhua lived before her death, and it was her and Huo Beiyao's shared home.

Lin Yanyan's complexion changed drastically, and she spoke incoherently, "Brother Bei Yao, you, me, did I do something wrong?"

"No. If it's okay, I'll hang up."

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Lin Yanyan's face turned white and red, and suddenly she pushed hard, and all the bottles and cans on the dressing table fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

It's all the fault of that ghost!

Blame her!

It's not safe to die, and I'm here to seduce Huo Beiyao's soul!

Anger roared in her chest, Lin Yanyan staggered to her feet, grabbed the big vase in the corner and dropped it to the ground with a bang, and then picked up the flower pot on the bay window and threw it on the ground...

She didn't stop until the entire bedroom was thrown into a mess, and she sat down on the ground panting heavily, panting like a bellows.

After a while, she touched the phone and dialed a number with trembling fingers.

After a few rings, a slightly old female voice came from the phone: "Yan Yan, why are you still awake so late, what's the matter with calling?"

Lin Yanyan burst into tears, "Mom, Brother Bei Yao won't be going home tonight."

Women are not surprised, "It's normal for a man to not go home once in a while, so don't make a fuss."

"No, it's not by accident, he said, he said that before he got married, he would live in the Sinan Mansion. The dead ghost has been dead for three years, and he still can't forget her. His office, bedroom, study, mobile phone, wallet It's full of her pictures, it's full of her pictures! I can't take it! I can't take it! Mom, I'm going crazy!"

Compared with Lin Yanyan's madness, the woman is much calmer, "What do you care about with a dead person? People will have a little pity for the dead, thinking that she is dead, and there is nothing unforgivable, and they will subconsciously not go Care about her shortcomings and faults, and only remember her beautiful aspects. Therefore, the living will never be able to compete with the dead..."