Gong Shao pursues his wife, please keep a low profile

Chapter 402 Secretly Expected, Will She Not Die
Standing in front of the grave, Bo Yunsheng slowly bent down with red eyes.

She caressed the tombstone with her slender and white fingers, thinking that there was not even a name on it, and her heart ached to death.

This child was supposed to have a wealthy and happy family, but who knew that he had a strange disease when he was born, and even died, he couldn't die by his parents' side.

As a mother, she woke up in countless nights, always feeling that her daughter was calling her, begging her to save herself.

But Bo Yunsheng had no choice.

"He Xun...Why did you steal Yan'er's body back then? Do you know...I even secretly hoped that Yan'er would not die."

Because of the sadness, her voice was very choked, and she suppressed her grief.

The old man understood her feelings, and sighed softly: "You were about to collapse because of this child. I took her away, at least to give you a thought of living."

"It's really just that?"

After looking at the tombstone for a while, Bo Yunsheng slowly closed his eyes.

She didn't understand why God didn't even leave her a child?

"Ma'am...why did the young master die?"

When mentioning his only son, Bo Yunsheng clenched his fists, with hatred in his eyes: "It's his son...killed Ayue!"

He Xun was shocked, and took two steps back: "What?"

"Gong Haotian's son killed Ayue, and even the corpse is unknown. I came here this time to bring Ayue back."

Eye sockets flushed, the old man suddenly sighed: "Oh."

Suddenly, the middle-aged lady said: "I want to take Yan'er's body back too. If you live, they can't accompany me. If you die, at least I can visit them often."

He Xun's expression changed slightly, and he quickly regained his composure: "...Okay, I'll choose a day for someone to open the grave and take out her ashes."

The grief-stricken Bo Yunsheng slowly closed his eyes, and nodded with tears in his eyes: "Yes. Go and do your work, I want to stay by myself for a while."

The old man nodded: "Yes."

When he left, he looked back at the figure still squatting in front of the grave, sighed and shook his head.

Gong Chenyan, who was hiding in the dark, showed a thoughtful expression. He didn't even know that the Lu family had a young daughter.

at the same time--

The person on the bed moved more and more frequently, her brows were furrowed, as if trying to wake up.

After finally opening his eyes, An Luo stared at the ceiling panting, his head was blank, and he didn't know where he was at all.

After a while, she regained consciousness and looked around suspiciously.

Where is she?Someone saved her?

She propped her hands on the bed and wanted to sit up, but a sharp pain came, and she quickly retracted her hands: "Hiss..."

An Luo looked down at her two bandaged wrists, and remembered that she hurt her hands in order to break free from the rope.

But what about sister-in-law? !Why is it only me in the house?
Still a little confused, An Luo quickly got out of bed, and dragged his exhausted body to open the door.

She wanted to shout and talk, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't make any sound.

Stumbling out of the room, she didn't know where to go because the environment was so unfamiliar.

By accident, An Luo came to the backyard. She saw a slender figure from behind, and frowned and asked, "Are you...?"

The sad lady heard the sound, wiped her tears, and turned around in doubt.

When she saw An Luo who was covered in injuries, she frowned slightly, looked him up and down from head to toe, and somehow felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)