Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Qi Aozhi watched Mencius hold Lin Yiwan and quickly walk into the elevator until the elevator door opened and then closed. He stood there and didn't move. The news of Lin Youxian's sudden death made him feel a little shocked. I can't believe it's true. The man he hated a thousand times in his heart and imagined countless ways of death died like this?!

A long suppressed hatred in his heart seems to be drained at this moment. He shook his body, held the corridor wall and went to the window. He looked out of the window at the sky and said in his heart: "Dad, you are under the spring, can you close your eyes? The man who killed you has gone where he should be

He looked downstairs. Lin Yiwan had been tightly held by Mencius and got into the car. The car sped out towards the hospital gate. His eyes flashed the eyes she had just made up her mind. Her father died, but he didn't kill him. Why did she look at him with such eyes.

He just went to the United States, and she threw herself to other men. She was afraid that there was no place for him in her heart. He walked down the stairs with heavy steps. When he got on the bus, he didn't ask the driver to drive. Just lean on the back of the chair, light a cigarette, look tired to smoke a few.

Outside the window is a bustling stream of people. Everyone has a place for everyone. But at this moment, he felt that he could not find a place to place his heart between the heaven and the earth.

The cigarette in his hand had burned to the end, and the spark of the cigarette end burned to his fingers, which made him jump. He came back to himself and told the driver, "go to the Qijia cemetery."

The car drove out of the gate of the hospital, through the busy street, to the outskirts of Gu's cemetery. Half an hour later, the car had reached the foot of the mountain. Qi Aozhi said to the driver, "wait for me at the foot of the mountain."

It was in the deep winter, and there was still snow under the ground. He stepped on the path between the mausoleums, making a heavy sound, which sounded particularly heavy on the deserted mountain.

Step by step along the path, we finally reached the top of the mountain. He had not come to the highest mausoleum for some time, but the tomb keeper did his best. Even in such a withered season, the grass was still green.

He squatted down slowly and stroked the words engraved on the tombstone with his fingers: the tomb of Gu buting, his father. His finger pulp crossed the cold tombstone and covered it with a picture of his father in the middle. Gu buting in the photo has a loving and warm smile on his face. In a trance, he seems to be back in the past.

His father is a Confucian businessman. His character is gentle and elegant. It's strange that his personality can create such a big foundation for Gu. But, in the end, he still can't escape other people's despicable calculation. The painful memories made Qi Aozhi's face white. His body was a little dizzy. He held the tombstone and sat down in the open space in front, regardless of the wet snow under the ground.

White snow slowly soaked in his black windbreaker, a cold wind blew, and his short hair was messy in the wind. He just lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

He still remembers how much he hated himself at the moment when he knew the real cause of his father's death a few months ago, and why he only knew that his father had died so miserably after so many years. However, he regarded the enemy as a benefactor and fell in love with his daughter.