Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

The day after Huo Tingsen's death, almost all newspapers in City B reported on the incident.

Although they don't know what the truth is, just the two words "Huo Tingsen" and "death" are enough to cause an uproar in City B.

The Huo family was in chaos. As soon as Huo Tingsen fell, all kinds of monsters and monsters came out to fight for the Huo family's property.

The old man was already in poor health, and after this incident, his health became even worse.

He couldn't accept that his white-haired person sent a black-haired person, and what happened back then happened again.

His already old body could not withstand such serious injuries.

Clara returned from abroad in a hurry with the people from Windsor Castle. As soon as she arrived at Nanshan Mansion, she saw the hall in chaos.

Chaochao was crying so hard that Aunt Tong and Aunt Rong couldn't coax her back even though they took turns.

Everyone couldn't believe this. They couldn't accept the death of the third master at all.

He is obviously still so young...only 32 years old.

"Where's Ayu?" Clara held the child in her arms distressedly and glanced at the corridor upstairs.

The corridor was quiet, no one was there.

Aunt Tong sighed in her heart: "The little madam won't let us go up. She won't let anyone. From last night to now, the little madam hasn't come out even once."

Clara frowned. Her child died suddenly, and she felt as much pain as anyone else, but at this time, someone had to calm her down.

At least she wanted to pull Xu Yu out of this state.

As soon as she turned around and encountered the sun, Clara seemed to remember the day Han You left, which was also a sunny day.

The child in her arms cried harder and harder, and Clara touched the child's cheek distressedly: "Okay, Chao Chao, don't cry, good boy, grandma is here."

Chao Chao was still crying, clenching her little fists tightly.

It is said that there is a telepathy between the son and the father, and the child feels uncomfortable, but he cannot tell what is going on.

Because from beginning to end, no one told Chaochao that his father was gone.

From then on, the image of his father only existed in the child's memory.

The child only knows that every time he cried, his father would comfort him. This time, he had been crying for so long, so why didn't his father show up?

Clara carried the crying child up to the second floor, came to the study door, raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Ayu, can you let Chaochao in? The child is crying hard."

There was no response inside, and it was eerily quiet.

Clara's heart was lifted instantly and she knocked on the door again: "Baby, open the door, mom is here. You can't stay in the study all the time. Be good and obedient. No matter what happens, you still have mom and Chao Chao."

After a while, the door was gently opened from the inside, and Xu Yu stood at the door, his face extremely pale.

Her eyes were red, but there was no sign of crying.

Clara's eyes were red, and as soon as the child saw her mother, she stretched out her little hands to hug her.

"Mother……"

Xu Yu hugged the child and carefully kissed the child's forehead.

Clara took the opportunity to look into the room. The door to the lounge was open. Xu Yu and Huo Tingsen must have been inside.

"Ayu, mom knows you can't accept it, but there are some things that no matter how we avoid them, even if it's like avoiding the plague, we still have to face it." Clara tried her best to forget the pain in her heart.

She is the mother, and Ayu is still a child after all.

She was already 36 years old when she faced Han You's death, and Ting Sen was 15 years old.

Now Xu Yu is only 24 years old, and Chaochao is less than two years old.

Xu Yu held back tears for dozens of hours, and finally poured out at this moment.

She held the child in her arms, lowered her head and cried, feeling extremely aggrieved.

There was a sense of powerlessness in the body in the face of fate.

She stayed with Huo Tingsen for a day. No matter what she did, the third brother was quiet and didn't say a word.

Did she do something wrong? Is the third brother angry with her?

Clara stepped forward and wiped away her tears, looking over Xu Yu's shoulder and looking out the window at the sunny sky again.

What a bright sunshine, it is a pity that her children will never see it again.

She lost her husband 17 years ago and her child 17 years later.

The sun stung Clara's eyes, and the sad cries of Xu Yu and Chaochao echoed in her ears, and she thought of Huo Hanyou again.

Thinking of his gentle smile, of his helplessness when he taught her to speak Mandarin, of his excitement when he first became a father, of how funny he felt when faced with her crooked Chinese characters, of the vigor of his life, of the paleness of his death .

Clara is the only daughter of Lan Palace. She caught Huo Hanyou's eyes when she wore a purple dress.

Throughout her life, she was born noble and had everything she wanted, but she lost her husband and children one after another.

Now, such a fate has happened to Xu Yu dramatically.

Clara retracted her gaze and gently stroked Xu Yu's cheek: "A Yu, we can't fight against the destiny. Just like when I lost your father, I was decadent and depressed, but I never thought about death.

I love Huo Hanyou, and when I think that I will never be able to love him again after I die, I don't want to die. At least, after his death, there were still people in the world who loved him as much as the nightingale loved the scholar. He is no longer alive, but he is still loved. "

She saw the misanthropy in Xu Yu's eyes.

The girl is still so young and Clara doesn't want her to end her life in pain.

Xu Yu's nose was sore, tears filled her eyes, and her voice was bitter: "Mom... I miss him."

How can a good person just disappear?

Her husband and Chaochao's father are gone.

Clara hugged her: "Be good, he doesn't want to see you like this, Ayu, cheer up, you have to experience the world for Tingsen."

"No, no, no." Xu Yu cried and said, "Mom, the world has abandoned me."

Clara sighed: "Ayu, I can't deprive you of your right to choose. If you have made up your mind, tell me and I will take good care of Chaocha."

Maybe because she had similar experiences, she could understand Xu Yu.

Some people cannot spend the rest of their lives loving.

Xu Yu didn't take Chaochao into the lounge. She walked in with Clara and saw Huo Tingsen lying quietly on the bed.

His body was very clean, without any odor or grouper. Apart from his body being a little stiff, he looked exactly like a normal person sleeping.

Clara was in pain, her child.

From then on, many sunny days in the world were missed by him.

……

There is a bloody storm in the business district of City B. Everyone is speculating on Huo Tingsen's current situation, but no one knows the specific truth.

Wen Ru and Shen Zheng temporarily stabilized Huaxin, but the Huo family couldn't control it.

Today, the Huo family is leaderless and is constantly fighting among themselves. The old man no longer wants to deal with the corrupt Huo family. He himself may not have much time left.