Mr. Lu, how about divorce today?

"I..."

Le Zhao did not speak, Fu Cheng has made a decision for her, "I am not in the mood to send you away now. You'll stay here two more days until the funeral. "

With that, Fucheng left.

The next thing has nothing to do with her.

When the man of the castle died, all the decorations became black and white.

Le Zhao is arranged in the room on the top floor, and the Asian face housekeeper is directly responsible for Le Zhao's diet.

"Miss Le, you'd better stay here. Because the master died, the young master has many things to deal with. If you walk around, you will encounter a lot of trouble. "

"What's the trouble?" This is Fucheng's place. If she doesn't go out, how can she be in trouble.

"Madame may kill you."

“……”

On the day of the funeral, Le Zhao saw the woman from a distance.

He's very beautiful. He's a mixed race beauty like Fucheng. Although not crying, but the whole person exudes a huge heavy sadness.

Le Zhao is surrounded by bodyguards arranged by Fucheng. She is told not to step forward when she is present.

Everyone was warning her to stay away from her mother in Fucheng.

Le Zhao, wearing a black veil, stood with the ordinary mourners.

"One day, when we get to heaven, we will meet him."

The priest like man said this before and began the burial ceremony.

Le Zhao lowered her head and put her hands together to bless her father and mother to meet in heaven in the way of Nancheng.

"Miss Le, madam, please come over."

The housekeeper walked through the crowd to le Zhao.

"Don't worry, young master will guarantee your safety."

Le Zhao followed her through the crowd and went to the cemetery. Her father's coffin was nearby. The cemetery was ready.

Beautiful half blood beauty, even the wrinkles in the corner of the eye are beautiful.

She leaned on the edge of the coffin, her blue eyes looking at the music.

"You look like your mother."

Fu Cheng's mother can also speak Chinese, slightly astringent, "no wonder he doted on you so much when you were young."

Everyone says that her father dotes on her, but le Zhao really can't remember those memories.

She could only blush her eyes and stand in silence.

"Do you hate your father?" Asked the mother of Fucheng.

Le Zhao shook his head honestly.

She had no impression of him, and her mother who raised her didn't say a bad word. How could she hate him?

"Why? He didn't grow up with you and abandoned your mother and daughter. How can you not hate him? "

Le Zhao blinked, "I am grateful that my parents brought me to this world."

Fu Cheng's mother sneered, "yes. Although he didn't accompany you, but his heart is you all his life, to death only willing to see you, not willing to forgive me. I had a baby for him, too, and I made him inherit the title. He won't look at me until he dies. "

Her hand went to the coffin, her eyes were so attached, and her hatred and love were interwoven with deep and heavy feelings.

The next second she had a pistol in her hand.

Fu Cheng breathed, "mother! My father's will says that if you do anything against Lechang, he will... "

Before she finished, she saw her gun aimed at her.

"Does he think death will get rid of me?"

She finally burst into tears and looked at Le Zhao, "what if he loves you? How about your whole life. Finally, the people who accompany him to death, even to hell, only me

Bang!

Gunfire!

Behind her, there is a flower made of blood mist. With her last strength, she falls into the coffin that has not been covered and hugs the man who loves her all her life.

Le Zhao was scared and looked at the scene.

Fu Cheng goes to le Zhao and holds the girl in her arms.

"Since then, we have no parents. My sister

Although he knew that Fucheng was a very lonely person, his embrace at this moment was a great comfort to le Zhao.

"Well."

Yue Zhao responded to him chokingly, "brother."

Fu Chenggan clumsily patted her on the back, "my mother is a very paranoid person. She kept her father in an extreme way. But she also paid for her actions. Because Dad refused treatment after he knew he was ill. If I hadn't promised to come to you, he probably wouldn't have been here. Thank you

Fu Cheng goes to the coffin, finally takes a look at his parents and recloses the coffin.

Every nail was nailed by him.

"Deep love is a tragedy, especially for those who are both stubborn."

After everyone left, Fucheng finally showed a similar sadness.Le Zhao stood beside him and was shocked to hear the cool wind sending his voice.

After the funeral, Fucheng returned to the castle with Le Zhao.

"I have time today. Do you want to visit it?"

Le takes a look at him. This half brother has been throwing her away for several days since she came here.

For the first time, he treated her kindly.

"Good." Le Zhao wants to know about his father's living environment.

Fucheng took her to the collection room first.

"These are my father's favorite collections, all collected by my mother."

"Is dad and your mom in a good relationship? I mean before they fall out. "

"Average." Fu Cheng was very insipid. "Because of me, my parents didn't divorce. But as a bystander, I always think it's better for them to divorce early. Although I know that my father has no feelings for my mother. But mother's temper is too bad. As the only daughter of the family, she is loved by thousands of people. She loves her father very much, but the way she expresses it is overbearing. As a Chinese man, Dad obviously can't live with her for a long time. "

Le Zhao regretted asking this question.

"I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Cheng didn't care. "I've been trying to persuade them to divorce. But my mother didn't agree. Stubborn people have to torture each other. She didn't get loose until her father was ill and refused to be treated. So I can go to Nancheng and find you. "

Out of the studio, it's dark outside.

"What would you like for dinner?"

"Make yourself at home."

Unexpectedly, dinner is not steak, but Chinese food.

It's all the local flavor of Nancheng.

Familiar with the taste, Le Zhao immediately wanted to go home.

"I want to go back to Nancheng today."

After dinner, Le Zhao brought it up.

Fu Cheng cleans his mouth gracefully and smiles at her across the long table. "So anxious?"

"I've been away for a few days." Le Zhao hesitated, "after all, my home is over there."

"Dad left a will for me to take care of you, a winery, two estates and a racecourse. These are all yours. You can consider staying in country F

These things sound like Arabian Nights, but le Zhao doesn't think they are real.

"But..."

"But what?" Fu Cheng took a drink from his glass and said, "you are single and carefree. What's the development of staying in Nancheng? Is the film industry of Nancheng higher than that of F country? "