The queen's wife is too sultry

"Qiqi, I'm useless. I failed to take good care of Zhenzhen and let her enter the entertainment industry again...I'm sorry for you..."

The sad and remorseful sobs of the old man echoed lowly in the Anlan Cemetery. It was a cloudy day, and the short-lived sun was covered by dark clouds.

Ye Zhen is now behind Zhang Yuemei, silently listening to her crying.

Lin Mo stood behind Ye Zhen, lowered his head slightly, with a solemn expression.

Seeing Zhang Yuemei crying more and more, Ye Zhen couldn't help but stepped forward to help her up: "Okay, grandma, it's very windy here, you just got out of the hospital, you can't catch a cold..."

Zhang Yuemei held her with a hand like a withered tree, her hoarse voice had a thick nasal tone, and there were wet tears on her face, "Zhenzhen, come here, have a few words with your mother..."

A dark light flashed across Ye Zhen's eyes, she pursed her lips, but remained silent after all.

During the days when Zhang Yuemei was bedridden, when she came to see Zhang Yuemei alone, she had already told Ye Qi what was in her heart.

Whether you say she is willful or selfish, she has already confessed her crimes in front of Ye Qi.

Even if Zhang Yuemei disagrees with her going this way, she can't turn back.

"Mother, I will take good care of grandma, don't worry..."

Zhang Yuemei pushed her hand away and looked at Ye Zhen disappointedly, "Zhen Zhen, you know your mother doesn't want you to become an artist..."

"Including me too, I just hope you live this life safely and happily"

"Don't talk about grandma anymore." Ye Zhen lowered her head and said softly, "Even if my mother has passed away, I will not lie to her."

Zhang Yuemei was stunned for a moment, then the anger gradually gathered in her eyes, she let go of Ye Zhen's hand, and sighed: "Qiqi, you heard everything."

"This child has inherited your beauty, but her stubbornness and stubbornness are more distinct than yours. I don't even know how to teach her as you said..."

Zhang Yuemei shook her head, her eyes fell on the white rose in front of the tomb, she looked at it for a while, and said, "Qiqi, did you say that he came to see you? I don't know if you will be angry when you see him..."

When Ye Zhen heard this, her pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand hanging by her side tightened slightly.

Who is he referring to?Why did grandma say the word angry?

A series of names flashed in Ye Zhen's mind, Lu Qing, Tang Meng, Ning Hongjing...

Besides Ning Hongjing, she couldn't figure out who else would drive a few hours to visit Ye Qi.

But here comes the problem, she only told Ning Hongjing that Ye Qi passed away, but she never told where Ye Qi's graveyard is, if the white rose was really sent by Ning Hongjing...

A gust of wind hit, the skirt of Ye Zhen's knee-length black dress fluttered slightly, with a lonely and cold arc floating in the air.

She supported Zhang Yuemei obsessively, and could not refuse, "Okay, grandma, it's windy, I'll take you back, don't catch a cold..."

Zhang Yuemei got up reluctantly, because she was still half squatting just now, when she got up, the blood supply to her brain was a bit insufficient, her eyes went dark, and she almost fell backwards.

Ye Zhen was horrified, and shouted: "Grandma,──"

Fortunately, Lin Mo's hands were quick, he spoke at the same time as Ye Zhen, and helped the old man in time.

However, in the blink of an eye, Ye Zhen caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past and disappearing behind the next tombstone.

Ye Zhen was terrified, who is it?
Is he the one who placed the white rose?

She narrowed her eyes, and something was just springing up, impatiently wanting to emerge from the ground.

Zhang Yuemei had just recovered from a long illness, and the doctor told her not to let her catch cold.

"Lin Mo, let's go, help grandma go back..."

Ye Zhen said so, and when Lin Mo turned around, she winked at him, signaling him to take Zhang Yuemei back to the car first.

She approached Lin Mo and whispered: "It's windy, don't let grandma catch a cold, I have something to say to my mother alone."

Lin Mo frowned, but her eyes were so persistent that he couldn't refuse.

He thought for a moment, then said helplessly, "Yes, Miss..."

"Ah."

Seeing Lin Mo walking away with Zhang Yuemei's arm, Ye Zhen squinted her eyes, walked lightly, and walked towards the tomb in front left.

One step, two steps, ten steps...

When it was only one step away, Ye Zhen quickly walked around to the back of the tomb, and she saw a squatting figure!
The figure raised his head in astonishment, a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes, as if he didn't expect that Ye Zhen had already discovered him.

This is a very handsome man.

He was wearing a baseball cap, the brim of which covered his eyes, leaving only a white and thin chin in view.

The black windbreaker was worn on him, making him tall and broad, elegant and mysterious, quite inconsistent with the solemn and gloomy atmosphere of the cemetery.

After the man was discovered by her, he didn't feel any panic or embarrassment, but stood up straight proudly, with a half-hearted smile on his lips, and he was looking at Ye Zhen playfully with peachy eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be discovered by you."

The man's voice was clear and transparent, and his tone was unhurried.

Ye Zhen's face turned cold slightly, and she looked at him with a questioning gaze: "Lu Qing, what are you doing here?"

"Does it need to be said?" Lu Qing shrugged, pointed to the tombstone with his chin, and said very seriously and naturally: "Of course I came to visit the grave..."

Ye Zhen frowned, without even blinking her eyelashes.

"Do you think I'll believe you? How long have you been here?"

Lu Qing walked in front of Ye Zhen with a calm step, and looked at Ye Zhen with peach eyes and a smile, "You care about me so much?"

He leaned closer to her, and hooked his lips angrily, "So should I return my jade pendant?"

At the moment when Yu Pei was mentioned, Ye Zhen's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She took a step back, sneered slightly, and answered irrelevantly: "Did you send the white rose in front of my mother's grave?"

Lu Qing was taken aback, then shook his head.

"Who else is not sent by you? Is there anyone else in this cemetery besides you?"

Ye Zhen asked blankly: "What is your relationship with my mother? Why did you send her flowers."

Her question was a bit aggressive, but Lu Qing didn't look displeased when he heard it.

He took off his hat, a face was completely displayed in Ye Zhen's field of vision, he stretched out his hand, and swore to her very seriously.

"In front of so many people, I swear, I didn't put the white rose in front of Ye Zhen's mother's grave."

Ye Zhen ignored him, but took out a jade pendant from her bag and spread it on her palm, stretched it out in front of Lu Qing, and said with a blank expression, "What's going on?"

"Why is your jade pendant so similar to mine."

"What was the real reason why you asked me to borrow the jade pendant?"

"Who... are you? Why do you treat me so well."

A series of questions were asked, and Lu Qing was unusually silent.