Before Pei Jing and Yu family have been looking for opportunities to cooperate with Liu Group,  For this reason, Pei Jing did not hesitate to meet Liu Xiahui one after another to play family cards.

    But maybe Liu Xiahui was too polite,  many times of sarcastic ridicule, so that during the period around the New Year, Pei Jing and Yu family stopped a lot.

    At least not in front of Liu Bohuai and Liu Xiahui, until today in the cemetery…

    Liu Xiahui did not expect to see Pei Jing in the cemetery.

    He stood still, just behind Liu Bohuai,  with a cold face and did not speak.

    Pei Jing came alone, so she knew she didn't bring him with Xu Dong.

    She was dressed in black,  hair was tied behind her head, tied with a pearl headband, dressed simply, holding a bunch of flowers in her arms.

    The purpose of her coming here is self-evident.

    Pei Jing was not surprised when she saw Liu Bohuai and Liu Xiahui,  she said hello.

    Liu Xiahui said indifferently: "It's hard for you to remember my dad's death day."

    "But I haven't come to see it for a long time. I should have forgotten which direction my father's tombstone is.  Would you like me to point it to you."

     Pei Jing's face was not good.

     Favorite flower."

     She said, stroking the pale white petals in her arms.

    Liu Bohuai glanced lightly.

    Liu Xiahui looked strange, and sneered: "Remember,  Of course I remember."

    "That's not my dad's favorite flower,  it's your favorite flower."

    Pei Jing: "How could it be... Xia Hui,  Even if you hate me, there is no need to say that, I clearly remember it."

    Furthermore,  this is not her favorite flower.

    Liu Xiahui: "What do you remember? Is it possible that only this bunch of flowers existed in the past memory, so it confuses you, my dad doesn't like any bouquets."

    Dad once mentioned Pei Jing's favorite flowers to him.

    At that time, Liu Zhouhe and Pei Jing divorced.

    Liu Xiahui was still young, and he was making trouble every day to find his mother. In order to coax him, Liu Zhouhe came to the flower room with him still crying...

    Liu Xiahui has a deep memory of this.

    Pei Jing was stunned, and she couldn't help digging out distant memories from her mind - it seemed that Liuzhouhe asked her what flowers she liked best, and she was impatient.

    It happened to be surrounded by a flower room, so I pointed it out, and it seemed to be this kind of flower.

    Liuzhouhe seemed to say something from now on that will be his favorite...

    Pei Jing didn't care too much.

    So, she was too lazy to recall, so her memory was confused and fuzzy until now.

    At this time, she looked at Liu Xiahui's mocking eyes, and her memory gradually became clear.

    —So, her hand holding the bouquet was stiff and her expression was slightly embarrassed.

    Liu Bohuai was too lazy to pay attention to her, and even looked stingy, and walked in the direction of Liuzhouhe tombstone.

    Liu Xiahui followed behind.

    Pei Jing hesitated for a while, but finally followed up cheekily.

    No way, it would be more hypocritical to leave at this time.

    Liu Bohuai will always stay for a long time after coming here, and Liu Xiahui will accompany him.

    No one spoke in front of Liuzhouhe's tombstone. Pei Jing said a few words at first, but when no one answered, he gradually stopped talking.

    Liu Bohuai ignored her, Liu Xiahui did not look at her, and Pei Jing left the cemetery not long after.

    Liu Xiahui retracted his gaze towards her back and said, "Third uncle, why did you say she came here today?"

    Just to mourn his father?

    Liu Bohuai said in a low voice, "Don't worry about it."

    Liu Xiahui nodded: "I see, third uncle."

    After that, the two were speechless.

    For a long time, Liu Bohuai turned and left to go elsewhere, leaving Liu Xiahui alone time to talk to Liuzhouhe.

    …

    Gloomy weather always makes people feel depressed.

    Liu Xiahui walked to his side and said, "Third uncle, let's go back."

    "Well, let's go." Liu Bohuai took Liu Xiahui out of the cemetery.

    It is past noon now, and they have to go back to the company to work on their own.

    Liu Bohuai's car drove away first, while Liu Xiahui sat in the car for a while and called Xu Mengning.

    "Meng Ning, I can't pick you up at night... Well, I just came out of the cemetery, okay, send me a message when I get home at night, see you tomorrow."

    After hanging up the phone, Liu Xiahui drove away.

    He knew that the third uncle should have no sleep tonight, so he planned to bring a bottle of good wine to the Liu family's old house.

    As a nephew, he is so sweet.

    …

    In the evening, Liu Bohuai picked up Li Qingzhou to get off work.

    The two returned to the Liu family's old house. Li Qingzhou had already left a message to his sister and brother, and he would not return tonight.

    Obviously, after he lived in the Liu family's old house from time to time, his sister and brother were used to his not coming home, so they accepted it well.

    Li Qingzhou clearly noticed that Liu Bohuai was in a bad mood today.

    So after dinner, while Liu Bohuai was washing dishes, he hugged the man from behind and pressed his cheeks.

    "A Huai."

    [How can I coax Ah Huai. ]

    Liu Bohuai put the tableware and chopsticks away, wiped off the water droplets on the towel beside him, then held the hands around his waist and turned around.

    He held Li Qingzhou's cheek, kissed the other's forehead, and whispered, "Can you listen to me?"

    "Yes." Li Qingzhou nodded.

    [A Huai also has something on his mind? ]

    —The little man in the bubble frowned, looking worried for his lover.

    Liu Bohuai picked up Li Qingzhou.

    Li Qingzhou was wearing exoskeleton support equipment at this time, and her legs were hooked around Liu Bohuai's waist.

    They walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, into the study…

    Sunrise Entertainment.

    Liu Xiahui did not expect to have so many affairs to deal with today.

    So after he processed all the documents, it was very late, and after get off work, there were not many employees left in the company.

    He glanced at his phone, it was almost nine o'clock.

    Liu Xiahui stood up and took his coat, and instructed his assistant to take the wine out of the wine cabinet in the lounge, pack it, and take it away.

    This wine is worth hundreds of thousands and is very precious.

    Therefore, when the assistant took out the wine, he acted cautiously, lest he would throw it on the ground and he would not be able to afford it.

    After packing, the assistant handed the bag to Liu Xiahui and said, "President, are you going to Miss Xu tonight?"

    Liu Xiahui: "No, go to the old house, go back first."

    He drove alone to the Liu family old house.

    Liu Xiahui has a spare key to the old house - the key to the Liu family's old house, except for the third uncle, he is the only one who has it.

    This is also the third uncle values ​​his performance.

    Soon, the car stopped outside the door of the Liu family's old house.

    Uncle San has always disliked being disturbed by outsiders, especially on his territory.

    Therefore, except for the old housekeeper who came here from time to time and was able to stay overnight, there was no one else at night.

    Liu Xiahui got off the car, opened the door of the old house and entered.

    He came to the living room, just about to put down the wine and change his shoes, but suddenly saw something that shouldn't be here - how could there be a wheelchair in the Liu family's old house? !

    Liu Xiahui could not help but open his eyes, suspecting that he was wrong.

    However, after looking at it, he was sure that it was an intelligent electric wheelchair, and he was very familiar with it...

    "Li, Li Qingzhou's electric wheelchair?" Liu Xiahui murmured in shock.

    No, it shouldn't be his, how could Li Qingzhou's wheelchair appear in the Liu family's old house? !

    However, when Liu Xiahui glanced around again, he suddenly saw two pairs of shoes next to the shoe cabinet.

    A pair is obviously a style that his third uncle often wears, but a pair is obviously a stranger’s…

    Who?

    Really Li Qingzhou? !

    How come Li Qingzhou is in the Liu family's old house?

    Liu Xiahui frowned, did Li Qingzhou come to the old house to talk with the third uncle? Other than that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

    However, the third uncle will never bring business affairs to the old house to deal with.

    Liu Xiahui couldn't help but be puzzled.

    The third uncle generally does not eat dessert.

    Liu Xiahui seems to have an inexplicable emotion spreading in his chest, which is complicated and can't tell what it is.

    He went upstairs intuitively—

    At this time, in the study, Li Qingzhou just finished listening to Liu Bohuai's thoughts.

    That is the eternal pain in Liu Bohuai's heart.

    —Liu Xiahui's father, Liuzhouhe, died to save him.

    In that car accident, Liu Bohuai was protected by Liuzhouhe, the front of the car was flattened, Liuzhouhe's legs could not move, but those hands pushed Liu Bohuai go out.

    Liu Bohuai staggered up and wanted to find someone to help.

    However, just as he insisted on walking a distance, a huge hot force swept behind him.

    Liu Bohuai fell to the ground and turned around—Liuzhou River was sitting in the car, swallowed alive by flames in front of his eyes.

    The flames, thick smoke, scorching heat, and scalding made Liu Bohuai's eyes hurt, and it was his lingering nightmare for a while.

    Up to now, although Liu Bohuai has no time to wake up in the middle of the night, he still stays up all night on the day of Liuzhouhe's death.

    "A Huai..." Li Qingzhou walked to Liu Bohuai and was hugged by him and sat on his lap.

    "Huh?" Liu Bohuai responded in a low voice.

    Li Qingzhou rested his head on Liu Bohuai's shoulder, caressed his chest with both hands, and was immediately held down by the other hand.

    Then one of his hands was pulled to his mouth for a light kiss.

    Li Qingzhou was blushed by the kiss, he said softly, "Huai, hug me, kiss me..."

    [Wu… my Ah Huai, I want to comfort you. ]

    Liu Bohuai hugged him tightly, and then kissed him from the forehead, between the nose... all the way to the chin.

    He tasted the tender red petals, and after branding a kiss on his chin, he wanted to kiss his neck.

    However, a sound from outside the door interrupted him.

    Li Qingzhou was also a little scared.

      !

    —The little man in the bubble hugged himself in fright.

    Liu Bohuai patted Li Qingzhou, hugged him and stood up, frowning, the study door was not closed, and there was a small gap, if anyone could enter the old house, only...

    While thinking about it, a sound like a broken bottle suddenly came from downstairs, with a snap.

    After that, the door slammed shut.

    "A Huai?" Li Qingzhou landed and wanted to go outside.

    Liu Bohuai grabbed him and took him to the bedside, and there was a car driving away from the old house - it seemed to be running away, in a hurry...

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