3 Bay Street

Mrs. Han left after half a year.

The day before she passed away, she seemed to have a premonition, and held the hand of her eldest daughter tightly: "Aqin, you are the eldest sister. The so-called eldest sister is like a mother. If I am gone, you have to take good care of me. Your third sister is too straightforward. , your fourth brother is someone who can't be controlled by anyone, the Han family, you have to be more careful in the future..."

Han Se had always had a strong aura, but now he was lying on the bedside and crying so hard that he couldn't speak.

Han Qin burst into tears, only Han Ning held his mother's other hand and looked at her deeply.

Mrs. Han turned her eyes to her son and sighed at him: "Mom is most worried about you, Aning. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It doesn't matter what happens to the Han family. As long as you are healthy and healthy, If you are happy, Mom will be content. From now on, I will definitely listen to your eldest sister..."

Han Ning put his face on his mother's hand, closed his eyes, and a cold liquid fell on the back of Mrs. Han's hand.

On the day Mrs. Han was buried, the luxury car parked in front of Han's house extended from the gate to a kilometer away.The guests who heard the news came to express their condolences.

The Han family is very family-minded, so it has lasted for so many generations and is still brilliant to this day.

Han Qin and Han Se stood in front of the hall, bowing and thanking every guest who came to worship.

Han Ning knelt on the ground, and Lin Butler stood behind him.

An Chen knelt on the other side with the group of grandchildren and grandchildren. He looked up at Han Ning who was not far away. He knew that Han Ning hadn't slept for three days in a row, and now his face was pale, as if he could fall down at any time .

But he couldn't do anything.

I can only keep away from his sight as much as possible, so as not to increase his troubles.

A week after Mrs. Han passed away, Han Ning did not go to work.

Butler Lin was very worried, so he called An Chen and asked him to go back to Haiwan Street to have a look.

Since moving out, An Chen hasn't gone back for nearly a year.

The rose garden under the night has been a bit deserted, no one takes care of it, and all these roses are dead on the ground.

An Chen stood by the sea, looked up at the white house, and stood there for nearly an hour before mustering up the courage to knock on the door.

No one came to answer the door, so he opened it with the key. There was no sound in the dark living room.

He was about to turn on the light when a voice came from behind the sofa: "Don't turn it on."

An Chen walked over and saw Han Ning sitting on the floor, leaning on the sofa. He drank some wine, his hair was messy, and he looked a bit decadent.

An Chen knelt in front of him, looking at him very distressed. The moment he met his gaze, An Chen leaned over and hugged him uncontrollably: "Fourth Uncle, I will always be with you..."