Adorable Baby from Heaven: Bad CEO's Unbridled Spoiling

After half an hour, Mu Nuannuan was woken up by Li Lingye.

Both of them changed into black clothes, and Li Lingye drove to the funeral home.

The old man has arrived.

The old man seemed to have aged ten years overnight, and his silver hair made him look as if he was a hundred years old.

For so long, it was impossible for Li Lingye to accompany him every day because of his drunkenness.

Li Xiaoning is busy with the business of the Li Group.

Li Lingxuan is busy with his own film and television company.

Li Xiaowei and Li Xiaoke are still too young, and the old man has always been there to take care of the two of them, so there is no possibility of them taking care of the old man.

Therefore, in the past few years, Uncle Qing has been by the old man's side all the time.

The old man suddenly disappeared, and the old man's heart was really broken.

He sat quietly beside Li Xiaoning, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

Come to think of it, he rushed over before dawn.

Can't sleep.

In the future, there will be one less person to talk to.

As soon as Li Xiaoning saw Li Lingye and Mu Nuannuan coming in, he stood up. "Father, mother, things are there."

He just waited for Li Lingye and Mu Nuannuan to have a look at them, and then handed them over to the funeral parlor to be burned with Uncle Qing, so it was like letting those letters accompany Uncle Qing as a companion, he thought about it.

He had no children, never married, and his whole heart was in the Li family. Li Lingye's growth was not so much raised and trained by Mr. Li, but more like the joint efforts of Mr. Li and Uncle Qing to raise him.

Uncle Qing is half of Li Lingye's grandfather.

Emotionally, he is no worse than the old man, the real grandfather.

"Okay." Li Lingye walked over quickly. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to see Uncle Qing's things.

Mu Nuannuan naturally followed Li Lingye closely.

Where is he, where is she.

One is that she doesn't want him to worry about her, and the other is that she doesn't feel at ease without him.

She always thought that she would be afraid of places like funeral parlors.

She used to be afraid of the dead too.

But for Uncle Qing, she was really not afraid at all.

That's because in her heart Uncle Qing is her relative.

For relatives, naturally not afraid.

That's a box.

A nice looking box.

When Li Lingye saw the box, he was stunned for a moment.

I still can't believe that this is the box used by Uncle Qing.

It's kind of fancy.

Because there are many small animals drawn on the box, which are small animals drawn with stick figures, all of which are drawn by hand, not printed.

And it is impossible for anyone else to draw small animals on Uncle Qing's box except himself.

The old man wouldn't draw small animals on Uncle Qing's box so boringly.

He can't draw either.

He doesn't have that artistic talent either.

So, Uncle Qing drew it himself.

Opening the box, looking at the two neat rows of letters and books that Uncle Qing once liked, Li Lingye's nose ached, because he had read the top one before.

Uncle Qing gave it to him.

He picked it up and flipped through it, and the memory of his childhood came to him vividly. At that time, every time he got angry with the old man, he would quietly hide in the woods in the backyard of the old house by himself.

Then hide it, Uncle Qing will sneak in and give him a book for him to read to pass the time.

And he had this book in his hand, which Uncle Qing had shown him before.

Flipping through it, he still remembered the contents of the book.

Putting it down, he picked up another Uncle Qing's handbook, which was his diary.

This is a newly written diary, and the time of the diary is still last week, before they set off for country r.

But now, it was impossible for Uncle Qing to fill up the half-empty diary.

he's gone.

He is about to turn into ashes, take these books and manuscripts, and go to another world.

He only thought that in another world where there were no murders or assassinations, Uncle Qing could happily read his secretary and his handwriting.

Li Lingye casually flipped through one book after another.

Anyway, it was still early before the cremation time, there was still more than half an hour left.

Yamamoto Satoru and the two younger ones have not arrived yet.

He was here to read Uncle Qing's handwriting.

Looking at it, he regretted having someone send these over.

Although these things have no academic value, they are simply Japan written by an old man, and they are still journal-like diaries, but when he looks at them, it seems that time is rewinding back to the day when Uncle Qing kept his diary, every word is full of words. Through his love for himself.

The further down he turned, the slower he turned.

But I didn't read every diary in detail, I just flipped through it like a revolving lantern, so the speed of flipping through it was very fast.

Soon I turned to the last notebook.

This one is also the most dilapidated looking among all the manuscripts.

The corners of the manuscript may have been chipped due to constant reading over the years.

Li Lingye imagined that Uncle Qing was wearing presbyopic glasses, flipping through the pages of this handbook, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

He couldn't stand it any longer.

Read a page and ready to put it down.

It happened that the wind blew and opened a page.

When Li Lingye was about to put down the notebook, he froze.

Only for the content of this page of the handbook, it is about what happened when he was 12 years old.

To be exact, what was written was the scene when he and Bai Xianxian met for the first time.

Uncle Qing didn't expect that one day many years later, Bai Qianxian would marry him as his wife.

So when I was keeping a diary, I defined Bai Xianxian's identity as a little girl from Porcelain.

When Li Lingye saw the word 'Pengci', a smile appeared on the corner of Li Lingye's lips.

At that time, the six-year-old girl really touched his car, so he could only take care of her mother's funeral for her.

It also made her remember him.

She became pregnant with his child 12 years later and later became his wife.

That scene, in retrospect, obviously has been many years.

But it seemed like it was just yesterday, right in front of my eyes, as if it happened just now.

Looking at it this way, when he saw Bai Xianxian's story, he couldn't let it go.

Turned page after page.

He really didn't expect Uncle Qing to record the events of that year in such detail, even the picture of Bai Xianxian pestering him to hold him in his arms, or refusing to sleep, was clearly described.

At that time, Bai Xianxian was just a little princess. She was so cute and cute as a little girl, so he, who never liked to meet girls, couldn't help hugging her.

And then don't want to let go.

But when he went to find her after burying her mother, she was gone.

She was picked up by the Bai family.

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't know what love was.

He regarded that little white child as a passer-by in his life.

It just deepens in memory.

But it was just one of the small figures in his memory.

But she didn't expect that she remembered him for 12 years.