Give you heartbeat, return to hell

"Master Tang, it's already so late today. If you have anything to do, you should come back tomorrow, our young master has already rested."

Tang Xiurui looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows with lights on on the second floor, and a shadow of prey flashed in front of his eyes.

"You tell him, if he won't come out today, I don't mind honking the horn all night."

The servant looked distressed, "Master Tang, you..."

"You go back first."

A magnetic voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the servant turned his head, as if seeing a savior.

"Master, Master Tang, he..."

Fu Yunshen waved his hand, his eyes were flat.

Night, deathly silence.

It was eerily silent.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Yunshen spoke first to break the silence.

"What am I doing here?" Tang Xiurui sneered for a while, his eyes instantly covered with a layer of haze.

"Tang Wanjun is a member of our Tang family, what right do you have to take her as your own, and you won't even let us see her dead body for the last time."

"It's not necessary."

Tang Xiurui's eyes froze, and he walked over in three steps at a time, grabbing Fu Yunshen by the collar.

"Fu Yunshen!" His raging voice made people's ears hurt. "It's not enough for you to kill Xiaowan, do you want her to have no peace after death?!"

"When she was alive, she couldn't see her parents for the last time. After she died, will you continue to stop her?"

Every word he said seemed to slap Fu Yunshen hard.

Show no mercy.

Fu Yun was taken aback, his heart trembled violently.

It hurt like being pricked by a needle, and it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.
"Let me ask you one last time, where is Xiaowan's graveyard?"

Tang Xiurui's voice was extremely low, and the last bit of patience was exhausted.

There was a long silence.

"Pear Garden Cemetery."

Tang Xiurui was taken aback for a moment, then let go of his hand suddenly.

Without stopping for a moment, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Be quiet when you go, she... doesn't like too much noise."

Hearing the sound, Tang Xiurui's footsteps paused, and a sarcastic smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"When she was alive, there was no pure day. After death, do you think she can still feel it?"

The sound of the car's engine suddenly rang out and gradually disappeared into the night...

Liyuan Cemetery.

In the lonely cemetery, there was a heart-piercing cry.

Mother Tang was lying in front of Tang Wanjun's tombstone, no one could persuade her at all.

Why is it her daughter? She is still so young, how could she just leave like this.

"Xiao Wan, can you talk to your mother, even if it's just one sentence..."

No matter how much she called, there was no response.

Rao Tang Zhengzhong, who has experienced great storms, is also in tears at this moment.

It's just that as the head of the family, he desperately endured it, not letting himself cry out.

"Auntie, it's very cold here, you'd better get up quickly." Meng Yichen leaned over to lift Mother Tang up from the ground, his eyes were already moist.

The family stayed in the cemetery for a long time before leaving reluctantly.

Before leaving, Meng Yichen deliberately cleaned the dust off Tang Wanjun's tombstone.

In the winter two years later, the whole city was covered in white snow.

Inside the airport, the handsome and handsome man walked hurriedly, and the child in his arms stared wide-eyed, observing everything around him in amazement.

A small fair face is as delicate as a doll, and many people stop to admire it.

I feel that if I look at it more, I have earned it.

"Xiao Jun, is it cold?" The man's low voice was extremely gentle, and the black coat on his body wrapped Fu Nianjun tightly.

The little guy glanced at it first, then shook his head.

"Ah-"

Fu Yunshen frowned slightly, "Didn't you say it's not cold?"

As he said that, he hugged the little man in his arms even tighter.

The little guy stretched out a fleshy little hand from his cuff, and rubbed his little red nose that was frozen.

He is indeed not cold, not cold at all.

After one or two years of treatment, Xiaojun's body has recovered a lot.

Although it is not like a healthy child, it is not like before that it will get sick and have a fever every now and then, and it will be sent to the intensive care unit every now and then.

In a few days, it will be his second birthday.

Mr. Fu missed his great-grandson dearly, and after talking about it for a long time, Fu Yunshen took him back to the country on purpose.

"Brother Yunshen!"

Among the crowd, Fu Yunshen stopped suddenly when he heard someone calling his name.

Tang Rou was wearing a white woolen coat, her slightly curly long hair was casually scattered on her shoulders.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?"

"I just miss Xiaojun so much, I want to see him soon." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Xiaojun's chubby face.

At the moment of touching, the little guy immediately turned his head away, as if he didn't like Tang Rou's approach.

"Didn't you just come back two weeks ago?" Fu Yunshen pointed it out ruthlessly.

Tang Rou's face was slightly red. Fu Yunshen took Xiaojun abroad for treatment for a year, and she always flew there every now and then.

Under the pretext of visiting Xiaojun, he wanted to show his presence in front of Fu Yunshen more.

But it has to be said that what she did was not useless.

At least Fu Yunshen is no longer excluding her from contacting Xiaojun as before.

"Since you're here, let's go back together."

Tang Rou nodded with a smile and hurriedly followed Fu Yunshen's footsteps.

In the old house of the Fu family, Mr. Fu has already prepared a grand welcome ceremony.

It's just that after seeing Tang Rou, her face was slightly displeased.

But for Fu Nianjun's sake, he had to muddle along.

"Xiaojun, give your great-grandfather a hug!"

I haven't seen him for a year, but this little guy has grown up a lot.

If it was heavier, he wouldn't be able to hold his old bones anymore. In the strange embrace, Xiao Jun blinked his eyes, feeling a little uneasy.

He looked straight at Fu Yunshen, as if he was asking for help.

"Grandpa, let me hug you. Jun is a little shy." Mr. Fu paused, and hurriedly handed Jun back into Fu Yunshen's arms.

As early as in the previous phone call, Fu Yunshen explained that Xiao Jun was very afraid of unfamiliar people.

When he was abroad, he was hardly close to anyone except Fu Yunshen and the nurse who often took care of him.

Just now, it was rare for Mr. Fu to give him such a hug.

Moreover, many children of his age can already speak, but he has never even opened his mouth. I don't know if he really can't speak, or he doesn't want to speak.

"I heard that baby Jun is back!" 
Xia Yuan came uninvited, making the cohesive atmosphere suddenly liven up.

He was carrying big and small bags in both hands, and people who didn't know thought he had escaped from famine.

Fu Yunshen looked disgusted, and took two steps back holding Xiao Jun.

"Brother Shen, after all, I'm also this child's godfather, so you don't have to be so heartless." Xia Yuan pouted aggrievedly.

"When did I agree?"

Xia Yuan opened his mouth, but stopped talking.Well, he did not seek Fu Yunshen's consent.

"Have you done everything I told you?" Fu Yunshen's narrowed eyes were full of meaning, and he said something that only the two of them could understand.

Xia Yuan patted his chest.

"Don't worry, it's already ready."

Passing by a flower shop, Fu Yunshen bought a bunch of blue baby's breath.

Halfway through the car, it was blocked by snow.Where he couldn't get in, he had to get out of the car and walk.