Daddy and Mommy blocked you again

"Yes." Gu Jue took the order.

After cleaning the office, he nodded and politely withdrew.

Feng Xingjue rubbed the center of his brows, his head was so painful that it was about to burst.

"Knock, knock..." There was another knock on the office door.

"Get lost!" Feng Xingjue roared angrily without even raising his head.

Zhuang Mengdie was about to walk in, but when she heard his angry voice, her steps stopped suddenly.

Her original self-confidence was hit, and she called out aggrievedly: "Ah Jue, it's me..."

When Feng Xingjue heard the voice, he raised his eyes and saw that it was Zhuang Mengdie.

He eased his emotions: "So it's you..."

Hearing his tone soften, Zhuang Mengdie walked in: "Ah Jue, you said that you would accompany me to try on the wedding dress today."

She sat down opposite him with a look of expectation on her face.

After waiting for so many days, she finally waited for the day when she was going to marry Feng Xingjue.

She will never allow any more mistakes.

Feng Xingjue frowned slightly inaudibly, but a monosyllabic word came from his throat: "En."

Inside the bridal shop.

Zhuang Mengdie put on her wedding dress, walked up to Feng Xingjue, and asked with a smile, "Ah Jue, what do you think of this wedding dress?"

"Well, it's good." Feng Xingjue focused his gaze on the tablet without even lifting his head.

Zhuang Mengdie felt resentment in his heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

It doesn't matter, even if Feng Xingjue doesn't look at her, it doesn't matter, just hold back.

Her purpose is to marry Feng Xingjue, not his love.

Only when she becomes Mrs. Feng, can she have inexhaustible glory and wealth and become a master!

Zhuang Mengdie smiled faintly and said, "Okay, that's it."

Even if Feng Xingjue didn't look at her, it doesn't matter!

The wedding goes on as usual.

Coming out of the bridal shop, Feng Xingjue said: "I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"You..." Aren't you going to send me off?

Before Zhuang Mengdie could speak, Feng Xingjue had already opened the car door for her.

It was obvious what Feng Xingjue meant, he would not send her off.

She sat in the car very interestingly, and waved to Feng Xingjue with a smile on her face: "Ah Jue, no matter how busy you are, you should pay attention to your health."

"En." Feng Xingjue replied, and then closed the car door.

The driver drove the car away.

Afterwards, Gu Jue drove over and said, "Master Jue."

He opened the car door and Feng Xingjue got in.

"Go to the cemetery." Feng Xingjue said.

Gu Jue was slightly taken aback, but without saying anything, he started the engine.

The air pressure inside the car was extremely low, as if the air was about to freeze.

That was the aura from Feng Xingjue's body.

Gu Jue gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, not daring to show a breath.

Soon, we arrived at the cemetery.

Feng Xingjue held a bouquet of flowers and placed them in front of the tombstone.

In the photo on the tombstone, the woman's smile is gentle and bright.

As handsome and beautiful as she was when she was alive.

It was Feng Xingjue's ex-wife Ye Qing.

Since the fire, Feng Xingjue would come to the cemetery every day and send a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.

Then looking at Ye Qing's photo, her eyes gradually changed from dark to red.

This time, it is no exception.

Feng Xingjue stood in front of the tombstone, looking at Ye Qing's photo on the tombstone, his cheek muscles tensed slightly, and his breathing involuntarily became heavy.

Until now, he dare not admit that Ye Qing is really dead.

How could that bad woman die so easily?

When Feng Xingjue thought of this, his breathing was suffocated, and there was an indescribable blockage that weighed heavily on his heart.

As usual, Feng Xingjue stood in the cemetery for an hour before leaving.

inside the car.

Gu Jue's words broke the dead silence: "Young Master, I just contacted a fashion designer named Amy from country M. She is very skilled in cheongsam."

Amy?

This name is somewhat familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

But such a little-known little designer, even if his name appeared somewhere, couldn't attract Feng Xingjue's attention.

"Report to Grandpa, if he has no problem, he will be fine." Feng Xingjue said.

"Yes." After getting the answer, Gu Jue accepted the order.

He looked at Feng Xingjue in the back seat from the rearview mirror, seeing his tired face, Gu Jue asked: "Young Master, are you going home?"

Family?

This word tugged at Feng Xingjue's nerves.

For the past three months, Feng Xingjue has lived in darkness every day. Except for coming to the cemetery, he spends almost every hour at work to numb his nerves.

I thought that by doing this, I would be able to ignore the pain in my heart and feel a heavy heart.

But every night, this piercing pain submerged him like sea water.

Every nerve is irritated.

Close your eyes, and you will look like Ye Qing.

This kind of life lasted for three months, and he was going crazy.

However, he could not change the status quo, nor could he fall asleep.

In the past, he thought that he hated Ye Qing to the bone and hated her to the core.

Even if she died, he wouldn't take another look at her.

But now, Ye Qing is really dead.

Why, his heart hurts so much?

Why, every time in the dead of night, he would always think of Ye Qing's voice and smile?

Why, when he thought of her, he felt a suffocating pain.

Now hearing the word home, it seems that everything has the answer.

When Ye Qing was here before, she would wait for him at home every day.

For her, home is where he is.

That villa is the palace of their marriage and their home.

However, her home and her were destroyed in that fire.

She is gone, and the home is gone.

Does he still have a home?

"Go to Xincheng Apartment." Feng Xingjue said.

"Yes." Gu Jue responded, turned the steering wheel violently, and turned the car around.

The home that Gu Jue mentioned just now refers to Feng Xingjue's newly bought villa for Zhuang Mengdie to live in, and it is also intended to be used after marriage.

Because Feng Xingjue and Zhuang Mengdie are going to get married soon, that villa is of course Feng Xingjue's home.

Gu Jue thought he was going back there.

In the past, when Feng Xingjue and Ye Qing were husband and wife, every time Gu Jue sent him back, it was to the place where he and Ye Qing lived.

Gu Jue thought it was the same now.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingjue was going to the apartment.

Xincheng Apartment is where Feng Xingjue lives alone.

It existed when Ye Qing was there before.

Every time Feng Xingjue quarreled with Ye Qing and didn't return home at night, he went to Xincheng Apartment.

Soon, the car stopped in the community.

Feng Xingjue got off the car.

Gu Jue tensed his flesh and said at the risk of being punished: "Young Master Jue, don't forget to take your medicine and get a good night's sleep."

Feng Xingjue looked at him with icy eyes.

That look made Gu Jue's heart shrink in fright.

It's him meddling in his own business, he just thinks Young Master Jue is so pitiful that he hasn't fallen asleep for several days.

His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were covered with green stubble, and he was tired and desolate.

It looked so scary and distressing.

If Ye Qing was alive, she definitely didn't want to see him like this.