The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

The Wolongshan Funeral Home is a perfect place. On the hill behind it, there are cemeteries like a garden, and there are lights even at night.

"This is the Wolong Mountain Cemetery. Mr. Mu's is on the upper level. Cars can drive up." Xiao Yiyang's car passed by the funeral home and drove towards the back mountain.

Leng Ruofei glanced at the six words "Wolongshan Funeral Home" and rarely expressed his opinion: "The boss of your funeral home is really extraordinary!"

"Hmm?" When he looked at her, there was a kind of tenderness in his eyes, which he himself was unaware of.

"Funeral home, cemetery, this large piece of mountain land... your boss must be a very wealthy and smart businessman." Leng Ruofei felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, and turned her head away awkwardly to look out the window. She regretted her rash actions tonight. Would she be misunderstood by this man?

"You're flattering me." Xiao Yiyang sneered, parked the car, got out and opened the door for Leng Ruofei. He thought, she must know his identity, otherwise, why would she take the initiative to find him? He had another interpretation of her "purity".

Even though this is a cemetery, there is no creepy feeling that makes people's backs chill. Instead, it appears warm and sad under the soft lighting.

The closer he got to Mr. Mu’s grave, the more flustered Leng Ruofei became.

"The environment here is great." Leng Ruofei distracted himself and tried to calm himself down.

"If you come during the day, you will hear beautiful music. The people here will not be lonely." Xiao Yiyang stopped at a tombstone. He looked back at Leng Ruofei who seemed a little embarrassed, "This is it."

Leng Ruofei stopped and saw that smiling face was still on the tombstone. His heart suddenly hit hard and he became very panicked.

She didn't answer, nor did she say thank you, or perhaps she had forgotten her proper manners.

On an early spring night, even the breeze is a little chilly.

Leng Ruofei's hair swayed in the wind, looking somewhat desolate. She stared at Mu Liangsheng's photo closely, as if she was in a trance, frozen there.

Xiao Yiyang stared at her for a long while, then said slowly, "I'll wait for you in the car." Then he passed her and returned the same way.

Leng Ruofei stood there quietly, staring into Mu Liangsheng's eyes, which were full of tenderness. Then, she noticed that her vision was blurry, and then hot tears slid down her cheeks...

Xiao Yiyang did not return to the car, but lit a cigarette not far away, leaned against a tree trunk, and quietly looked at Elen in front of Mr. Mu's tombstone.

The slight tremor of her shoulders told him that she was sobbing silently, trying to suppress her inner emotions...

Under the dim light, the girl looked thin and weak, yet she was proud and strong. She was only a girl in her twenties, but she was indescribably calm and reserved.

He didn't want to hear what she said to Mr. Mu, or at his distance, he could hear her talking, but she said nothing and stood there quietly for an hour.

Xiao Yiyang couldn't help but compare this figure with Mu Liangsheng's steady figure. Although Mu Liangsheng was old, he was tall and energetic, and standing next to her tall and slender figure, he was also very beautiful.

How do they love each other when they are together? What do they say?

——Please collect!