The queen's wife is too sultry

"You just returned to China. I've heard all about London. Let's take a good rest these days. The event will be postponed for a few days..."

"You don't have to worry about liquidated damages. Don't you trust Ruiyao's legal affairs? You have always been dedicated and not a willful person. Don't worry, I won't blame you."

"Today is an important day. Please spend time with your mother. If you need anything, you can come to me at any time. Xiaobai is also ready."

The black Cayenne is on its way to Annland Cemetery.

In the car, Lin Mo held the steering wheel with a solemn expression, still wearing a Matrix-like suit.

Ye Zhen, the co-pilot, was wearing a simple black dress with very light makeup and a simple low ponytail. She was on the phone with Sister Fei.

The calm and capable voice of the woman on the other end of the phone brought her some comfort, Ye Zhen exhaled and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Sister Fei."

"You're welcome, it should be. I've watched you come all these years, and I know it's not easy for you."

"Ah."

Ye Zhen hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Yuemei in the back seat.

Because the old man was angry with her, he deliberately turned his face away from looking at her.

Today is Ye Qi's death day, Ye Zhen promised Zhang Yuemei to leave the hospital to visit her grave, she kept her promise, went to the hospital to pick her up early in the morning, changed her clothes herself, and carefully helped her to the car.

Even though she had considered everything thoroughly, she still couldn't help but worry about Zhang Yuemei. After all, she was in her seventies, and she was afraid that the exhaustion of traveling and traveling would tire her out.

Ye Zhen looked back frequently, but Zhang Yuemei still didn't look at her in a fit of anger. Since Ye Zhen confessed that she returned to China to become an artist, Zhang Yuemei was like a stubborn and childish child, and no longer took the initiative to care about her.

"Grandma, are you tired? Drink some water."

Ye Zhen handed her the thermos bottle, which contained the Chinese herbal medicine Ye Zhen asked someone to buy, which is good for memory loss.

She hadn't told Zhang Yuemei herself when she was suffering from dementia, and she always felt that the moment was not a good time.

Zhang Yuemei said in a blunt tone, "I'm not thirsty, you can drink it yourself."

Even though she said so, she rolled her eyes and glanced at Ye Zhen quickly and briefly.

Hearing this, Lin Mo frowned slightly.

Ye Zhen reluctantly took back the thermos, not annoyed.

As her mother, Ye Qi, almost all of her misfortunes were related to her career as an artist.

Because she entered the entertainment industry, she met Ning Hongjing, a good friend of a certain director, by chance. Because she was so popular, Tang Meng, a femme fatale, came to make friends with her. Because she was an artist, she would be exposed to seduce someone with ulterior motives. Marriage company president.

It is precisely because of her status as an artist that she was unable to engage in a normal career after retiring from the industry, and she will never be able to speak out to clear herself of her unbearable crimes.

The reason why Zhang Yuemei hates the entertainment industry, Ye Zhen knows better than anyone else.

So I can understand why Zhang Yuemei is angry.

The depth of love is the depth of responsibility.

The car was driving smoothly on the expressway, Ye Zhen leaned her elbows on the side of the car window, looking at the trees and scenery passing by outside the window, slightly lost in thought.

Zhang Yuemei didn't know Lu Qing's phoenix pattern jade pendant.

But apart from her, if Ye Zhen wants to get the answer to the question, she can only ask Lu Qing.

Or Jiang Jingting.

With the strength of the Jiang family, it must be much easier to check a person's background, and Jiang Jingting had warned her not to get too close to Lu Qing.

At that time, she didn't take it seriously, thinking that Lu Qing was just her boss.

But judging from Jiang Jingting's warning and Lu Qing's ambiguous attitude towards her, Jiang Jingting must have known something.

And don't plan to take the initiative to tell her.

Jing Ting, what are you hiding from me, Ye Zhen sighed in her heart.

Thinking of him, Ye Zhen's plain eyes showed a bit of yearning.

The cold days are passing day by day, and the Spring Festival will be in less than two weeks.

During the four years of working alone in China, what she hated most was winter, which was cold and busy.

What's more, without Jiang Jingting's company, the cold and unkind winter is even more desolate.

There are thousands of lights, none of which is reserved for her.

It was lonely and desolate, and only she could understand it.

She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander aimlessly. For a moment, Cayenne slowly drove into the boundary of Anlan Cemetery.

Lin Mo controlled the steering wheel and said calmly: "Miss, you can no longer drive in."

"Okay, just stop here, grandma and I will just walk in."

Lin Mo opened the car door for the two of them. Ye Zhen stretched out her hand and wanted to help Zhang Yuemei get out of the car, but the old man just glanced at her, snorted coldly, then supported Lin Mo's hand, and got out of the car tremblingly.

Ye Zhen: "..."

Fearing that she would fall, Ye Zhen kept her hand behind her and held a lily in the other hand. d
With the support of the two, Zhang Yuemei walked slowly into the cemetery.

As Ye Qi's final resting place, Anlan Cemetery is surrounded by mountains and has an excellent feng shui pattern. It was chosen by Zhang Yuemei herself, and even Jiang Jingting's grandfather also provided some suggestions.

Although the cemetery is the resting place of the dead, because the Anlan Cemetery is well lit and sunny, it does not give people the feeling of being overly cloudy.

There is even a sense of calm and solemn solemnity, which makes people feel awe and compassion.

Not many people come to the cemetery today.

Climbing up the steps, Zhang Yuemei walked very hard, but she just supported Lin Mo with her hands.

The tacit understanding was average, she and Ye Zhen didn't speak any more along the way.

Finally, among the dense tombstones of different colors, the two found Ye Qi's location without any difficulty.

Unexpectedly, a bouquet of white roses has been placed in front of the tomb. The bouquet is dignified and beautiful, and the white petals reveal a touch of sadness.

Ye Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then narrowed her eyes.

Except for her, Zhang Yuemei, and members of the Jiang family, no one else knew about Ye Qi's death day. Who on earth would come to see Ye Qi today?
But Zhang Yuemei didn't seem to see her, her expression became vicissitudes and sorrow, she bent down slowly when Ye Zhen handed her the words, and placed them in front of Ye Qi's tomb with great care.

On the tombstone of Han Baiyu, there is a picture of Ye Qi, she is smiling faintly, her expression is gentle and gentle, Ye Zhen's appearance is genetically similar to her, the two are [-] to [-]% similar, compared to Ye Zhen's coldness and alienation, her eyebrows and eyes Obviously more heroic.

Below is engraved in block letters, showing the tomb of my concubine Ye Qiruren.

The pure and holy white lilies are placed next to the white roses, and the two kinds of flowers complement each other, elegant and sad, as if they are crying for Ye Qi.

"Qiqi, Dean Rose is here to see you..."

The old man stroked the body of the stele with trembling hands, trying to restrain the excitement and sadness in his heart, as if he was telling his thoughts.

"Qiqi, I haven't seen you for four years, you won't be angry with me, will you?"