Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

Huangfujing's voice was carried away by a breeze.

He raised his eyes and looked at the woman in the photo. He pointed to her tender face and said, "mother, if one day I want to stand opposite to that man, will you agree?"

The woman in the photo will not respond to huangfujing.

Huangfujing laughed at himself and said to himself, "I know you won't agree because you love him. Even if he does something like that, your heart will still love him."

Women and men are different after all.

The man said does not love did not love, but the woman even if the mouth said does not love, in the heart still loves that man.

The slight footstep sound from far and near, Huang Fu Jing side Mou sees slowly.

Seeing a man in a black suit with roses in his hand, huangfujing sneered, "what are you doing here? And don't you know that mother doesn't like roses?"

Ouyang Hao didn't seem to see the resistance on his son's face. He squatted down in front of the tombstone of Huangfu Ronghui and put the rose beside the lily.

Huangfujing grabs the rose to throw it away even though he doesn't want to. Ouyang Hao grabs him by the wrist quickly and says, "your mother likes it."

"My mother didn't like it." Huangfujing stared at Ouyang Hao with scarlet eyes, almost roared out, "take your things and get out of here for me."

"No, you don't understand. No woman doesn't like roses."

Even if the rose is not her favorite flower, but no woman does not like love.

"Ha ha." Huangfujing couldn't help laughing sarcastically. "She didn't see you send a bunch of roses when she was alive. Now she's dead to pretend to be a saint of love. Is it hypocritical or disgusting?"

Ouyang Hao was calm and didn't speak. The smile at the corner of Huangfu Jing's mouth was more and more evil. "You don't feel sick. I'm a son. I feel sick for you."

Pop——

Time seems to be still at this moment.

Huangfujing was beaten to one side and his eyes were sour.

The thick pain was like sulfuric acid corroding his heart.

Ouyang Hao looks at the palm of his hand which has become numb because he hit Huangfu Jing, and then looks at Huangfu Jing's cold face, and his eyes flash with panic.

He looked at Huangfu Jing in a panic, "Jing, are you ok?"

"What can I do for you?" Huangfujing raised his hand and rubbed his nose, turned his eyes to see him, and suddenly asked, "have you ever hit Ouyang HaoChen?"

"Jing, what are you talking about?"

Huangfujing straightened up and walked slowly to Ouyang Hao. His eyes were scarlet and he said the question again. "I ask you, have you ever hit Ouyang HaoChen?"

Looking at such Huangfu scenery, Ouyang Hao was flustered. He subconsciously said, "No."

Huangfujing approached step by step, "even if he has done so many heartless things, you haven't beaten him, have you?"

Ouyang Hao said: "yes!"

Huangfujing looked at the man in front of him with a trance.

He remembers that when he was a child, Ouyang Hao was very kind to him. He would buy him the latest transformers, let him play on his neck and help him take a bath.

But such a father, at the moment of his mother's death, also died together.

Ouyang HaoChen is very similar to his father's name, but he even has a different surname. How can he be a father and son?

He is now Ouyang HaoChen's father, but he is no longer huangfujing's father.