After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 541 The Only Relative

Then, taking advantage of the water mist in the air before it completely landed, she walked in circles into the water mist, and let the fine water mist with fragrance fall all over her body.

After spraying the perfume, Feng Yasong stood in front of the full-length mirror and observed the whole body. After confirming that his outfit was elegant and decent, and his makeup and hairstyle were natural and pleasing, he walked out of the room satisfied.

Before the person went down to the first floor, he couldn't wait to ask Zhong Jingchen: "Should I prepare some more souvenirs or something? Is it appropriate for me to go empty-handed to the place you are taking me to?"

Looking at her eyes shining with excitement, Zhong Jingchen shook his head: "No, you are the best gift."

"What?" The light in Feng Yasong's eyes dimmed instantly, and he murmured in dissatisfaction: "After all, it's the first time we meet, so it's not good if you don't bring anything with you? It seems that I'm very rude... ..."

Zhong Jingchen thought about it too, so he compromised and said: "If you really want to bring it, you can go to the flower shop and pick out a bunch of flowers that you think are the most beautiful."

Feng Yasong smiled instantly: "ojbk, I'm going now!"

No need to go far, there is a small flower shop near their community.

In addition to flowers that can be grown in all seasons such as roses, lilies, and sunflowers, there are also some seasonal flowers that are exclusive to winter.

Such as tulips, foreign peony, wintersweet, snow willow, hydrangea and so on.

Feng Yasong picked and picked, and bought a large handful of pure white foreign peonies.

The petals of the foreign peony are layered and pure white, just like the bride's wedding dress, which looks fresh and elegant.

The flower language is also auspicious words such as dignity, wealth, auspiciousness, happiness, and a happy life, which are very suitable for elders.

After paying the money, Feng Yasong happily walked out of the flower shop with a large bunch of packed foreign peonies.

Chong Jingchen also drove out the car and parked it by the side of the road.

Feng Yasong opened the car door, and put the bouquet of peonies in bud on the back seat.

He opened the co-pilot's door and sat side by side with Zhong Jingchen in the front row.

"Is it cold?" Chong Jingchen asked while turning sideways to help her fasten her seat belt.

Feng Yasong shook his head: "It's okay."

In the next second, the man's warm cheeks were already attached to her cheeks that were slightly red from the cold.

The two big hands also closed together, wrapping her cold little hands in them.

The man is already full of firepower, yet he has been sitting in the car with the heater fully turned on.The cheeks and palms are warm, sticking to Feng Yasong's skin is like a small natural stove, warming her cheeks and hands in a short while.

Only then did Zhong Jingchen let go of his hands, and after lightly pecking her red lips, he started the car.

The black commercial vehicle was like a nimble fish, and after a free shuttle in the streets of the city for a while, it drove straight to the suburbs.

Looking at the gradually familiar scenery in front of him, Feng Yasong suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

If her memory is correct, she has walked this winding mountain road before.

The day she woke up from this body after her unexpected sudden death.

At that time, she took a car for more than an hour to the cemetery built on this mountain, just to send her past self for the last time.

But what about Chong Jingchen?
For no reason, why did he bring her to the cemetery?
It can't be his family... Bah bah bah!impossible!
What if he was just passing through the cemetery?Wouldn't that mean she was cursing his family?

It's better for her not to think about it until the matter is fully understood.

If you guess wrong, it's unlucky!

And while she was muttering, Chong Jingchen had already carried her to the resting garden built halfway up the mountain.

Feng Yasong: "..."

no?He really wants to take her to the cemetery?
Then she wakes up happily in the early morning, is doing makeup and shopping for flowers, and even chooses pink and tender clothes, dressing herself like a bride-to-be, isn't it rude? ?

Feng Yasong watched Chong Jingchen park his car at the gate of the cemetery helplessly, feeling like crying.

Chong Jingchen didn't seem to notice anything wrong with her attire, or perhaps she did, but she didn't mind.

He opened the co-pilot's door, protected her head with one hand, took her hand with the other, and helped her get out of the car.

Then he took out the foreign peony on the back seat of the car, and the two walked into the cemetery hand in hand.

In winter in the north, everything outdoors is bare, even the cemetery with its beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers is no exception.

Braving the howling cold wind, Feng Yasong followed Chong Jingchen around the cemetery, and soon stopped in front of a tombstone.

In the black-and-white photo on the tombstone is a young woman with a dusty temperament and a gentle smile.

The exquisite eyebrows and eyes are seven to eight points similar to that of Zhong Jingchen when he smiled, but because the photo looks too young, Feng Yasong can't confirm the relationship between the two for a while.

She grabbed her pink and tender skirt, looked at the woman smiling like a flower in the black-and-white photo, and then at Zhong Jingchen with a serious expression, almost unable to lift her head in embarrassment.

Even the tongue was a little knotted: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were bringing me to this kind of place, otherwise I would definitely choose plain clothes to wear..."

Chong Jingchen raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, my mother was the most beautiful when she was alive. If she is alive in heaven, she will see you dressed up to see her , and will definitely like you very much.”

After Chong Jingchen finished speaking, he put the budding foreign peonies in his arms in front of the grave.

Then he took Feng Yasong's hand, and said to the woman on the tombstone with the same face: "Mom, I'm Jing Chen, and I brought my future wife to see you."

"She knows you like flowers, so she specially picked out a bouquet of foreign peonies for you, isn't it beautiful?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Feng Yasong again, and introduced to her solemnly: "Songsong, this is my mother, she is my only relative in this world besides you."

Feng Yasong nodded, imitating his appearance, and said to the tombstone in front of him with a smile on his face: "Hello, Auntie, my name is Feng Yasong, you can also call me Songsong like everyone else. I am Jingchen's current Girlfriend, future wife, life partner, nice to meet you..."

The mountain was gloomy and cold, Chong Jingchen was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he didn't dare to stay in the cemetery for too long.

After letting her talk to his mother for a while, he took her out of the cemetery and drove back to Tingfeng Yayuan.

Along the way, Feng Yasong murmured in his heart.

Although Zhong Jingchen really brought her to meet the only parent he recognized, but the questions she had hoarded in her heart for a long time not only did not dispel, but more and more.

(End of this chapter)