CEO's Imprisoned Wife

Although Luo Shaner grew up with Song Yang, Song Yang is much older than Luo Shaner in age. However, the two played regardless of size since childhood. Luo Shaner always liked to bully Song Yang. Song Yang was long and Song Yang was short all day. In Luo Shaner's eyes, Song Yang is not like a brother, but like a brother who can let her fool around and bully.

Just in front of Song Yang, he looked so sad and lonely that Luo Shaner couldn't help blurting out and called "brother".

This "brother" contains too many feelings. It is compassion, compassion, comfort and helplessness.

Song Yang knew that his favorite sister came. His closed mouth finally opened, "Shaner..."

"Let me see ling'er..." Luo Shaner sat down beside Song Yang.

"Ling'er said before she left that she didn't want to be sent to the morgue. She wanted to wear a white gauze skirt and lie in bed... She wanted you to always remember her most beautiful appearance." Song Yang's eyes stayed on ling'er, as if whispering to ling'er. As he spoke, he couldn't help sobbing.

Wei Zhe on one side could not help but move, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Luo Shaner nodded and said, "linger has done it. She is still beautiful. She will always be like an angel."

Luo Shaner knew Song Yang's reluctance to give up linger from beginning to end. They are a happy enemy together. Because of a car accident, they met and fell in love. Although Wei Zhe was strongly opposed at first, their persistence influenced Wei Zhe. Clearly know that linger's time is not much, but for women, marriage is a major event that must be completed in a lifetime. They finally entered the palace of marriage. But happiness is too short. Before enjoying their world, they have been divided into two worlds. Although we all knew that Wei Ling's body could not last long a long time ago, no one expected that this day came so fast. It seems that yesterday was still a day when they were happily holding hands. Today, there is a gap between yin and Yang.

Luo Shaner looked at Wei Ling who had passed away: her calm face, the corners of her mouth still kept her consistent smile. No one could believe the fact that she had died. I hope linger just sleeps. It doesn't matter how long you sleep. Just wake up.

Song Yang held Wei Ling's cold hand all night.

That night, everyone didn't sleep.

The next day was the day of Wei Ling's funeral. It's still raining. I don't know if God is also regretting for this young and lovely girl and wants to cry and give her a ride?

Linger's body was placed on the hearse and sent to the funeral home. Along the way, flowers were in full bloom, and Wei Ling's favorite Dendrobium. The continuous mountains, the deep valley bottom and the suburbs of Paris are everywhere a landscape painting.

At the memorial service, Wei Zhe was so sad that he almost fainted. The only daughter died. For Wei Zhe, life has no sustenance. Everything you get is meaningless.

Song Yang was silent from beginning to end. If he broke out in silence or perished in silence, Song Yang would choose to perish without hesitation and fly to another country with ling'er.

After the memorial service, Song Yang slowly came to the cemetery with ling'er's urn, and the people followed.

On the tombstone, the six characters "the tomb of his beloved wife Wei Ling" are engraved in regular script. In the porcelain fused to metal photos, it is Wei Ling's youthful face and familiar face, but the goodbye face can't be touched.

One bow, another bow, three bows

After the ceremony, all relatives and friends have left. With the help of the housekeeper, Wei Zhe turned back three steps and left in pain.

Only Song Yang, he seems to have forgotten the whole world. He leaned against the tombstone, affectionate and dull. Time ticked, another three hours passed.

From last night to now, Song Yang did not eat or drink, and his originally thin face was even more haggard.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Luo Shaner stood in front of the tombstone with an umbrella for Song Yang.

Luo Shaner loves song yang. The old sunny and energetic boy suddenly became so lost.

"Song Yang," Luo Shaner paused, "ling'er has gone. You must be sorry."

Song Yang shook his head powerlessly and didn't answer.

"People can't come back to life after death. Although I hated this saying in vain before, I really want to tell you that linger is gone, but she certainly doesn't want to see you like this."

"No, I know. Ling'er must want me to stay with her for a while." Song Yang looked at ling'er in the porcelain fused to metal photo and smiled.

Luo Shaner didn't expect song yang to anesthetize himself so much. She picked up Song Yang's collar and said positively:

"Ling'er once told me that she loved you who had a temper and willful you. In the middle of the night, when she said she wanted to drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge, she would run all over the city to find you. She said she liked watching a TV play, and you who immediately worked hard to learn shooting experience."

"But look at you now. Do you think ling'er will like it?"

Song Yang moved his body, tried to push Luo Shaner's hand away, and asked, "what's wrong with me? If linger is gone, who will care and appreciate what I do?"

Luo Shaner sighed and continued, "we care. You have your kindness and talent. You are still my brother. We have a father to take care of and Wei Ling's father. Don't you need to be responsible?"

Song Yang was surprised. Luo Shaner knew that Song Yang would not sink here. She slowed down her tone and said word by word:

"Ling'er will only blame him. Why did his song yang fall so easily? His Song Yang still has a good time waiting for him."

Hearing this, Song Yang completely collapsed. He no longer knew his inner sadness, and tears burst out like a dike.

"Song Yang, go back. Go back and have something to eat. I'll come with you to see ling'er tomorrow. OK?" Luo Shaner advised him painstakingly when he saw that Song Yang was gradually calming down.

"Shaner, I'm really uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..." Song Yang finally opened his mouth.

"Although I knew that ling'er's life was short before I got married, I fantasized about miracles countless times. When I first met ling'er, I thought that we would live happily all our life. It was not easy to persuade ling'er's father to agree with us, but ling'er's fire of life was slowly extinguished. I watched the people I loved most stay away day by day Can you feel it? "Song Yang, who was as calm as dead water before, suddenly beat the ground with excitement, and his fist was slightly soaked with blood.

Luo Shaner hugged Song Yang painfully. Song Yang's body was shaking violently.

If there was another gust of wind at this time, Luo Shaner believed that Song Yang's fragile body would be blown away.

Can Song Yang understand the feeling of her lover's death? Look at the beloved, count down with the world every day, and say goodbye to yourself every day. What's more, it's likely that when you sleep, he has left quietly. There are still many words to say, and many things to do together have not been done. I left you before I could say "goodbye in the afterlife".

Luo Shaner, what would you do if it were you?

If yanhaoyuan is leaving now, will you pretend to be indifferent? Will you still be angry about what he once said? Will you pretend to be awkward and break up?

Luo Shaner's mind was so confused that she didn't dare to think about it. She suddenly felt how happy it was to have Yanhao around. Maybe she should cherish the people in front of her.

At the moment, she was holding Song Yang, more like holding a toy that was about to be discarded, full of heartache.

They stayed in front of the tombstone for a long time.

Until night came, the bitter wind stirred the rain and began to hit the earth violently.

"Song Yang, let's go back and ling'er will have a rest," Luo Shaner said gently.

Song Yang nodded mechanically, with no blood on his face.

Luo Shaner was sore all over, but he insisted on returning song yang to the sanatorium.

After arranging Song Yang, Luo Shaner came to the Paris hospital with an umbrella.

It was midnight. Looking out of the window, there was no light in the ward. Xiaole has been taken back to the hotel by Zhuge Xiaoxiao. Luo Shaner wanted to go straight to the hotel, but on the way, recalling what Song Yang said, she went straight to the hospital.

Luo Shaner quietly opened the door and was just about to go in. Unexpectedly, there was a light on his head.

"Ah! Ah!" Luo Shaner was scared out of his wits and cried out.

While shouting, he jumped on the figure in front of him. She closed her eyes and hugged the man in front of her. Her little body kept arching on the man.

After a while, I heard a familiar voice, "Shaner, you're back."

Luo Shaner was stunned. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up. He found that Yan Haoyuan was staring at himself. No, it's embarrassing!

Luo Shaner hurriedly came down from Yan Haoyuan, covered his mouth, paced to the door and turned on all the lights in the ward.

Yan Haoyuan saw that Luo Shaner had just been frightened, and the corners of his mouth expanded into a perfect arc. He thought: Shaner, who has lost her color, is really cute.

The ward was suddenly as bright as day. Luo Shaner cut his hair and looked at Yan Haoyuan with a frightened face.

"You scared me!" Luo Shaner struck first.

Yan Haoyuan recovered quickly and returned with his original spleen.

He held his chin, half narrowed his eyes and said to Luo Shaner, "Oh? This is my ward. You suddenly broke in. I should be scared?"

Luo Shaner was really guilty. He came in silently. He just didn't want to disturb Yan Haoyuan's rest. Who ever thought that he didn't sleep after turning off the light.

"I'm looking for Xiaole to take him back to the hotel to have a rest." Luo Shaner doesn't want to be seen through by Yan Haoyuan.

Yan Haoyuan gave a sound, and then seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "ZHUGE Xiaoxiao took Xiaole away when he came back. Didn't she tell you?"