Kiss her 90,000 times

Shi Wan ignored Zhang Yan's panic.

Just looking at her, she said very calmly: "I won't stay at home for long, I will leave after the anniversary of my father's death."

Hearing this, she wished she could jump up and hit Shiwan again, so Zhang Yan suddenly stopped.

Staring at Shi Wan bitterly, she reprimanded Shi Wan: "I'm not a filial daughter, how dare you come back to see your father!"

Shi Wan went straight back to her bedroom with her things.

She looked at the group photo with her father on the wall, rubbed her fingertips carefully, moved her lips, called out two words softly, and tears fell silently.

From the age of 15, no matter how many times she called, Dad would never answer her again.
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For Tan Chen, life seems to be getting tough again.

The matter had to start after the Qixi Festival, and Tan Chen was full of joy thinking that his immediate boss and the proprietress would be as sweet as glue.

As a result, since the Qixi Festival, the Yuanshan Group seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable dark cloud, and everyone was worried.

Seeing that the sky was about to change, Tan Chen came to the president's office in fear.

"Boss Fu, do you want to cancel the trip to Liuzhou tomorrow?"

The stern man before the first case didn't lift his head, his attitude was distant and indifferent, and his voice was low: "What are you pushing?"

Tan Chen lowered his head, "Tomorrow seems to be the anniversary of Miss's father's death."

Fu Conglin raised his eyes, and his gaze stayed on him for less than a second.

Tan Chen held his breath involuntarily, lowered his head even lower, and heard the man ask lightly: "It seems?"

Tan Chen didn't even dare to take a breath, "No, it is."

Fu Conglin turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was gray, as if it was about to rain.

The man was silent, and after a while, "Secretary Tan, you don't need to report to me about Shiwan's affairs in the future."

Tan Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask anything.

"Yes, then Liuzhou..."

"Push it."

Tan Chen lowered his head, couldn't see Fu Conglin's expression, but heard a faint sigh, which was dispersed in the indifferent words.

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

After Tan Chen left, Fu Conglin leaned back. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, then opened the drawer, took out a lighter from inside, lit a cigarette, and was surrounded by smoke, and saw the scar on his sleeve. Cufflinks, chic clock style;

And the tie around his neck, black diagonal stripes;
The lighter I am playing with in my hand, I don’t know when I brought it with me, it has a unique language carved;

Fu Conglin narrowed his eyes slightly, ironically, he had nothing to do with Shi Wan, yet there were traces of her everywhere.
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The day of Shi Wan's father's death is the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Several years ago on this day, her father died on the spot in a car accident, and the perpetrator fled. Because the road was remote and there was no surveillance, he had to let it go.

After growing up, Shi Wan wanted to reverse the case, but because of too long time and insufficient evidence, Shi Wan ended in failure.

For a long time later, she couldn't believe that her father had left her. During the middle school period, she was in a daze, which was the most difficult for her.

On the day of her burial, she cried as if she had lost the whole world.

"Mom, you and Shi Jingkang go first, I want to stay for a while longer." Shi Wan's voice was hoarse.

In the past two days, Zhang Yan hasn't given Shi Wan a good look. Even Shi Jingkang found out about her divorce and complained to this sister very much. Shi Wan's divorce meant that he couldn't spend as much money as before.

The mother and son didn't stay long, turned and left.

Shi Wan let out a deep breath, put down the champagne rose in her hand, looked at the picture of her father on the stele, tried her best to raise a smile at the corner of her mouth, and said casually, "Dad, Wanwan is here to see you."

"I didn't come to see you last time. Don't be angry with Wanwan. Wanwan told you that you have a little granddaughter. She is very small. The doctor said that she is almost like a pear. That photo I don’t look good at all, you used to say that I was like a monkey when I was young, if you saw it, you would definitely laugh at me..."

"But, but..." Shi Wan's voice gradually dropped, and her eyes were wet, so blurred that she couldn't see the photo on the stone tablet clearly.

The sky was gloomy, and at some point there was a slight drizzle.

Shi Wan kept trembling her thin and thin shoulders, and the cold drizzle began to hit her densely, as if she couldn't feel it, "She doesn't seem to like me, Dad... Do you think she blamed me for not wanting me?" Keep her, so even she doesn't want me..."

She choked with sobs, and her voice became smaller and smaller, as if someone had ruthlessly covered her mouth and nose. The overwhelming suffocation swept over her, and she shed tears silently, like beads with a broken thread, which should fall to the ground with a sound. Instead, it was so quiet that it was dead silent.

Depressed, Shi Wan felt that she was about to be out of breath, her face was cold, she raised her hand to cover her face, her hands were wet, after a while she held her breath, breathing deeply in the misty rain, with a hoarse voice, "Dad, I'm sorry, I said I would show you happiness, but I seem to have let you down, you will forgive Wanwan..."

"Dad, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

When the car drove to the foot of the mountain, it began to rain. Meng Zhang took out his umbrella and was about to prop it on top of Fu Conglin's head, but the man avoided him, "No, I'll go up alone."

Fu Conglin visited Shiwan's father twice and knew the way.

It was raining and the road was wet, so Fu Conglin walked up the winding road.

From a distance, he could see a thin woman shrouded in mist and rain from afar.

Fu Conglin's footsteps paused slightly, he stood on the steps, and saw Shi Wan's figure from the dense rain.

His heart stopped suddenly, he came here today, he never expected to meet Shi Wan, and it's been a while since I saw her, she seems to have lost weight again.

She was really stupid and stubborn, and she didn't know how to hold an umbrella when it was raining. Didn't he give her one before?

So value work, what to do if you are sick.

Fu Conglin got closer, saw her trembling body, and could hear her indistinct crying voice.

I don't know why, Fu Conglin felt as if his heart had been punched hard by someone, and cut his chest like a cold wind knife, pouring in mercilessly, the cold from head to toe cold.

Shi Wan stared at the front in a daze, lost her mind, she wanted to reach out her hand to touch the photo of her father, but she couldn't lift her hand no matter what.

Her face was pale, her whole body was stiff, and she muttered silently.

The whole person was shaking, crumbling.

Fu Conglin's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurried to her side, without thinking, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

The dark umbrella surrounded the two of them together, Shi Wan felt the familiar embrace, the corners of her mouth drooped, and the hot tears in her eyes poured out uncontrollably, she cried as if she had been wronged by the sky, "You Why did you come here..."

The tears hit his chest, burning holes in his body.

That sobbing accusation turned into sharp needles, densely inserted into Fu Conglin's heart.