Sorry, I can't love you

Housekeeper Cheng felt distressed when he saw it.

He grew up watching Tang mo. the young master has always been swift and resolute and will not be fettered by anything. Now, it's like a different person.

"Young master, you are drunk and go home."

Housekeeper Cheng waved to the two big men outside the door. The two bodyguards in sunglasses immediately came in.

Steward Cheng stretched out his hand to take the bottle in Tang Mo's hand, but he waved it and pushed it out.

After tossing for a long time, it didn't help. Housekeeper Cheng's forehead was covered with sweat.

He wiped his handkerchief, frowned and waved at the two bodyguards: "take it away like this!"

Then, the two bodyguards set up Tang Mo and walked towards the door.

A gust of evening wind blew, and Tang Mo blinked. He raised the bottle and continued to drink. When he found that there was no wine, he frowned.

"I want wine! Who are you? Let go of me! "

Then he pushed away the two bodyguards drunk.

Housekeeper Cheng stopped and hurried back when he heard something behind him.

When he held Tang Mo, he advised him: "young master, it's late. Drink again tomorrow? Shall we go home first? "

"No, don't go back!"

As soon as he heard of going home, Tang Mo's mood immediately became excited. He pushed housekeeper Cheng away and staggered to go back.

Housekeeper Cheng was surprised. When he stopped Tang Mo, he was worried, frowned and said, "young master, tomorrow is Miss Xia's funeral. You drink too much. Who will preside over it?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Mo stopped.

He slowly raised his head, and there was a trace of tears in his lax eyes.

"Oh, funeral?"

Then he smiled as if he were laughing at himself.

After salvaging for so many days, let alone people, she didn't even find her body.

He gave the order to see people alive and dead, but he gave up.

After so many days, there was no news that summer was cool. In the vast sea, he was busy searching like a fly. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Tang Mo's wine suddenly woke up. He took a cold look at the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it to the ground.

A loud bang and the sound of broken glass attracted the attention of many people at the door of the bar.

Housekeeper Cheng was also shocked. He had never seen him lose such a temper when he followed Tang Mo for so many years.

Tang Mo stared at the fragments on the ground with an expressionless face. He wanted to find Xia Liang and questioned her why he wanted to jump into the sea! Why did it just leave five words and disappear!

He found that before he knew it, he had fallen in love with this woman.

During this period, he immediately checked every news related to her, but every time, he returned disappointed.

For the first time, he really felt heartache.

"Go, go back."

Suddenly, he turned and walked towards the car, regaining his former calm.

Outside the window, the brightly lit street was retreating. Tang Mo looked at the scenery outside the window and fell into meditation.

When he returned to the Tang family, Tang Lipei had fallen asleep.

A series of events made his body unable to support, and his white hair suddenly increased a lot.

The family, which used to be a little noisy, is now dead. The servant also works with fear of doing or saying something wrong.

When Tang Mo returned to the room, he held his forehead, which was painful because of drinking, frowned and sighed.

He took out the necklace found at the bottom of the cliff from the drawer. He rubbed it and squeezed it in his hand.

So tomorrow is Xia Liang's funeral.

He can't hide if he wants to.

The pictures of the past suddenly poured out, her smiles, her clumsiness, her boldness, and her submissive attitude in the face of her cynicism over the years.

Finally, her tearful face appeared.

The heart suddenly twitched like a needle, and a tear fell from the corner of the eye.

He was sorry for her. From beginning to end, he was sorry for Xia Liang.

At the end of the night, Tang Mo held the necklace and fell asleep unconsciously

When he woke up, it was raining outside. He changed into a black suit and went to the cemetery with Tang Lipei.

The rain dripped down on the grass. He looked at the people in front of him, working together to carry the coffin with cool summer clothes into the pit, and then quickly filled it with soil.

On the tombstone, there are black-and-white photos of Xia Liang smiling like flowers.

When he looked at it, his heart hurt once.

"Xiao Liang, the Tang family owes you. I hope you can live better in your next life..."

Tang Lipei leaned on a leading stick beside him. He sighed and glanced at Tang mo.

When Tang Mo understood what he meant, he looked at the tombstone, and his expressionless face was a little pale and haggard.

Xia Liang doesn't have many friends. At the funeral, only the Tang family and Liang Junjun he met in the interview in the past.

Liang Junjun held a paper towel and wiped his tears. His eyes were red and swollen.

He cried and said, "Xia Liang, why do you think so hard? I haven't seen you for a while. What happened to you? Didn't you agree to accompany me on a blind date..."

Then he woke up with a runny nose.

All the people who came to the funeral thought about it, but Tang Mo didn't say a word from beginning to end and stood straight in front of the tombstone with a calm face.

Relatives and friends left one after another. Tang Mo still stood there, proud and cold, lonely and lonely.

"Young master, it's time to go."

Housekeeper Cheng came over and whispered.

"You and dad go back first. I want to stay a little longer."

Tang Mo lightly opened his thin lips and said a word faintly.

Steward Cheng gave him a meaningful look and finally helped Tang Lipei back.

In such a large cemetery, only Tang Mo was left.

He looked at the picture on the tombstone with such a happy smile. Xia Liang's plain face seemed to be still in front of him yesterday. Today, he was lying in front of this cold and humid land

He walked slowly over and then put down the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.

Tang Mo squatted in front of the tombstone and reached out to touch it. Suddenly, a drop of rain fell down the tombstone and stopped under Xia Liang's eyes in the photo.

It looks like a tear from the person in the picture.

Tang Mo felt a sudden pain. His dark eyes were stained with light complexity. Then he raised his hand, took out his handkerchief and gently wiped away the rain.

The raindrops fell on him along the umbrella. Tang Mo's back was wet. The cold rain soaked his clothes and stuck to his skin, causing bone piercing pain.

He completely ignored, gently touched the photo with his fingertips and slowly opened his mouth: "I'm sorry..."

In the rain curtain, the black figure of the man mixed with the gloomy sky, and the rain became heavier and heavie