The Young Master’s Bride

Han Bing stood at the entrance and watched silently, thinking in his heart that the servants were busy again.

For so many years, the number of things broken and broken by the young master can't be counted.

Although the ability of forbearance is good, the frequency of throwing things is getting more and more serious.

When Li Beichen walked out of Feng Yan's villa, he saw Huo Zhongrao's modified army green off-road vehicle.

Glancing at the flame, the flame immediately lowered his head.

The co-pilot's door was opened.

Li Beichen walked over and got into the car.

When Huo Zhongrao drove, neither of them spoke.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Li Beichen knew where the eldest brother was taking him.

Nanping Mountain Cemetery

In the winter around twelve o'clock at night, the cold wind blew on the face, biting the bone.

Huo Zhongrao's army boots squeaked on the snow.

Li Beichen followed behind him with a calm face. Every time he couldn't help looking for Feng Yan, his eldest brother would bring him here.

The man stood tall and wide in front of a tombstone.

The picture of the woman on the tombstone is noble and beautiful, and the elegant charm exudes an elegant temperament.

From the photos, the woman is only in her thirties.

Li Beichen removed the snow from the tombstone with his hands, gently.

"Aunt Su, I haven't visited you in some days!"

He smiled and said hello to the woman in the photo.

Huo Zhongrao stood there without speaking, his eyes dull, like the stars in the sky.

"I went to Ayan just now, and after a few words, I almost hit him."

"He has become more and more able to do it recently. If I really can't help it and beat him hard, Aunt Su don't blame me!"

"Recently, I met a good girl, Feng Yan came to make trouble again, and put the necklace you left him on her neck. I want to have a kiss with her, but I feel awkward!"

"I want to marry her. How can I have children without being affectionate! You can't ruin the necklace. You left it to Feng Yan."

The woman in the photo is called Bai Yusu, Feng Yan's mother, a gentle and virtuous woman, but she ended her life in the most tragic way.

Huo Zhongrao walked aside to smoke, the **** of the cigarette was flickering, and the expression on his face could not be seen.

Li Beichen came over, and Huo Zhongrao took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and threw it at him.

Li Beichen lit a cigarette and took a sip.

"Is it better in my heart?"

Huo Zhongrao's voice is very dull, so if such a man and woman are with him, he will definitely find it boring!

Even though he looks cold and charming, his temperament is too dull.

Li Beichen smiled suddenly. Although the eldest brother is not good at talking, his mind is delicate.

"For Aunt Su's face, I have to bear him too!"

"Beichen, it has been hard for you these years, and it has made you wronged!"

Huo Zhongrao patted Li Beichen on the shoulder, his strength was not light, it was a language between men.

"I'm not a woman, there is nothing wronged!"

Breathing out a puff of smoke, Li Beichen's tone was a little low.

"Big Brother, I want to get married, I want to marry Ye Qingge!"

When he said this, Li Beichen's eyes were full of affection. Once a man like him gives his sincerity, he will be one person for the rest of his life.

Li Beichen had already told Li Ximing that he would marry Ye Qingge, and he also wanted to get into a family soon, a real family.

"I think he entangled Ye Qingge because of you, and has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women."

"He said he was going to wait for meow, I don't seem to be joking!"

When Huo Zhongrao talked about meowing, his eyes were dull.

Feng Yan said that when he waited, he felt comfort in his heart, even if he knew that the hope of finding it was too slim.