Wen Quyi: I have been regretting, why didn't I tell you, I like you, you wait for me, wait for me to come back? I'm afraid this is my retribution, you see now, I can't even say it.

Wen Quyi: I followed behind that Yu Mian, watching her every move. She is like you, with every little action, but I clearly know that she is not you, she has a happy family, she is beautiful and excellent, and she is loved by countless people. The more I look at her, the more pain I feel, how I wish she was you so I wouldn't miss it again.

Wen Quyi: I want to pursue her, will you forgive me? Give me a chance to make amends, please, please?

Wen Quyi: Sure enough, she is not you at all, she is just like you. Don't you like me the most? I still remember, when you looked at me, those twinkling eyes were so bright, as if imprinted on my heart, I will never forget them for the rest of my life.

Wen Quyi: I was wrong, I shouldn't go looking for someone else, no matter how much she looks like you, it's not you. You are my only Yumian, we love each other, right?

Wen Quyi: One semester of exchange students is coming to an end. I won't stay here for too long. Without you, this city will have no ties. I'm leaving. But I think, you must like this city more, right? After all your family is here, I will bury you with your parents, will you be happy?

Wen Quyi: Goodbye, owe you a love, can you still hear it now?

Suddenly, Yu Mian burst into tears. Her eyes were blurred, as if she saw the handsome young man who built her a snowman in winter and played her favorite tunes every day when she was young.

The despair and pain conveyed in the other party's words were so clear that her heart became more and more sour.

At this moment, she felt the impermanence of fate.

It turned out that she was not just wishful thinking. It's a pity that if she missed it, she missed it. Now that she has someone she loves, she can't give him any response. It's the best arrangement to let him leave without any ties.

After a while, Yu Mian calmed down.

Her eyes fell to one place, if she guessed correctly, Wen Quyi put her tomb with her parents?

Yu Mian thought about it and decided to take a look at his parents. She wants to tell them that Mianmian is not dead, Mianmian is living a good life now, and they don't need to worry about her anymore.

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Chapter 1 Cemetery

Lin Jiahua's mansion, Lin Jiahua woke up from a dream before dawn in the morning, and went into the study. No one was allowed to disturb him, and he locked himself in there for a few hours.

Stepwife Xu Manyuan knocked on the door several times, but got no response at all.

Lin Yueming was busy at the company, when he heard his mother's call, he answered and said, "Isn't he like this all these years? Mom, why are you worrying about it, let Dad stay alone, don't disturb him, the more you behave If you don't care, he will feel more guilty towards you later."

Xu Manyuan frowned: "He thinks of that woman again, Ming Ming, my mother is afraid, I am afraid that he will be confused when he is old, and he will think of the goodness of that woman again, and leave the family property to Lin Jianshen. what to do?"

After she finished speaking, Lin Yueming said, "We've been by his side for so many years, and it's good for him to remember us. Besides, mom, don't underestimate your son, I've been in the company for several years, and I should be trained. I have also cultivated the team, so even if Lin Jianshen comes, I am not afraid of anything."

Xu Manyuan sighed: "How can a living person compare to a dead person? I heard that he and that woman are in free love, otherwise how could a country girl marry into the Lin family? Now that your father is old, he likes to recall the past, pointing out Maybe when your head is hot, you will be confused?"

Lin Yueming said that he was swearing, but he was not sure in his heart.

His mother got married back then, and she was pregnant with a child before she entered this wealthy family. Xu Manyuan is better at knowing and knowing. Lin Jiahua has always had a confidante outside.

But in fact, her status in the Lin family was not very high, and it was the son and daughter that Xu Manyuan gave birth to for Lin Jiahua, which got him some green eyes.

For example, today, Lin Jiahua doesn't want to see anyone, no one in this room can see him, neither does Xu Manyuan.

Today is the death anniversary of Lin Jiahua's original wife. Every year on this day, he will be depressed for a period of time. It is precisely because of his love for his original wife that Xu Manyuan and Lin Yueming are very jealous of Lin Jian.

Although they didn't know what the quarrel between the father and son had caused, they knew that once the relationship between Lin Jiahua and Lin Jianshen eased, the Lin family would definitely have no place for them.

Lin Yueming comforted his mother, and by the way he also comforted himself: "Mom, don't think about it so much, I still know a little about Lin Jianshen, he is too aloof, it is absolutely impossible for him to reconcile with Dad, he may hate him to death now. Lin."

Mentioning this, Xu Manyuan also had an idea: "Lin Jianshen became the son-in-law of the Yu family. Although the Yu family's fortune was late, it should not be underestimated. Mom couldn't help but feel flustered, and she was afraid that he would take advantage of the Yu family's power to come here. For you."

After a moment of silence on the phone, Lin Yueming said in a deep voice, "As long as we seize the opportunity and strike first, we won't be afraid of anything."

After finishing the call, Xu Manyuan sat in the room uneasy for a long time, and suddenly heard the servant calling her out, only saying that Mr. Lin asked her to do something.

Xu Manyuan was overjoyed and came to the study to see Lin Jiahua.

This year, Lin Jiahua has aged very quickly, most of his hair has turned gray, and his heart is not good. He basically leaves all the affairs in the company to his son. He likes to play chess and write big characters every day.

"Wait a minute, call Jianshen and ask him to come back for dinner at night."

Lin Jiahua stood behind the desk, holding a writing brush and lowering his head, writing in big letters seriously, as if these words were just casually spoken, a commonplace saying.

However, Xu Manyuan's heart sank, and he tried his best to hide his expression, with a gentle smile: "This... Isn't Jian Shen filming in S City?"