Taking Wife as Boundary: Young Master Ling Don't Cross the Line

Liu Jing seemed to look at Ling He in disbelief. After receiving Ling He's nod, Liu Jing's whole body softened as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"It's good to be alive, I can finally go where I should go with a clear heart of guilt."

"Mom, what are you talking about? We are in the hospital now, and the doctors have plenty of ways to cure you." Lu Jiuge took Liu Jing's arm, shaking his head and crying hoarsely.

Liu Jing touched Lu Jiuge's head with infinite love and compassion, and solemnly put her and Ling He's hands together.

"Ling He, I'm leaving... Jiu Ge to you. If you treat her... badly, I'll be a ghost... and I won't let you go."

Lu Jiuge only felt that Liu Jing's hand on the back of his hand slipped, and his whole body slid against her shoulder.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" Lu Jiuge called out, looking up.

Ling He supported Liu Jing to lie on the bed again, Liu Jing's face seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Ling He pulled the hospital quilt and covered Liu Jing's head.

It was only now that Lu Jiuge realized what happened.

She seemed to be crazy, tearing Ling He's arm.

"What are you doing, are you crazy? My mother is asleep. If you cover her like this, how can she recover later. "

Lu Jiuge rushed forward like crazy, trying to pull the quilt off Liu Jing's face.

"Jiu Ge, don't do this." Ling He hugged Lu Jiuge into his arms.

The strength in his hands is so heavy that he can't wait to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

Lu Jiuge suddenly seemed to exert a lot of strength out of thin air, and punched Ling He's chest one after another.

"I blame you, you are satisfied now. If it wasn't for you, why would I have let my mother leave in such a hurry. I blame you, I blame you." Lu Jiuge vented all his anger on Ling He.

Ling He tilted his head slightly and said nothing until a few minutes later, Ling He came out with a questioning voice.

"Are you done venting?"

Lu Jiuge didn't say a word.

Ling He then said: "If hating me can make you feel better, I am willing to make you hate me for the rest of your life. Do you think Mom would like to see you like this? Mom already knows the fact that Liu Yuran is not dead, she is already dead. Sorry."

"I hate myself so much. It would be great if I could spend more time with her. If she was sick last time, I would put down everything and be with her wholeheartedly. But I have repeatedly Avoiding her contact, not only did not fulfill the slightest responsibility of being a daughter, but also made her worry about my affairs."

Lu Jiuge dragged Ling He by himself and babbled, and as she talked, she began to slide down and continued talking while leaning against Liu Jing's bed.

From being beaten by Liu Jing every day when she was a child, to how she chose to marry in order to avoid Liu Jing when she grew up, and then to Liu Jing's transformation of herself later.

As soon as he said it, it seemed that he couldn't stop, and he kept talking.

Finally, while talking, there was no sound.

Ling He lowered his head, glanced at the woman in his arms who had fainted from grief, bent down and hugged her horizontally.

Outside the door, Teacher Liu was leaning there as if he had become decadent.

Seeing Ling He and the others coming out, Teacher Liu immediately stood up and walked over.

"The hospital will be handed over to you first, and I will take Jiuge home first."

After all, Ling He carried Lu Jiuge over Teacher Liu's body, and walked towards the door.

After the beginning of spring, it seems that there are more and more rainy days.

It has been raining for two or three days in a row in M ​​City, but it was still light rain on the day Liu Jing was buried.

Teacher Liu helped to choose the cemetery, and it was chosen on the hillside at the highest point of M City.

Teacher Liu said that the whole city of M can be overlooked here, and Liu Jing's home is directly opposite the cemetery.

Lu Jiuge understood Teacher Liu's intentions. Her mother spent her whole life in guilt, both her parents and her father.

One day, but guarding her favorite piece of land every day must be regarded as fulfilling her heart.

Ling He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, holding a long umbrella for Lu Jiuge on his thin arms.

"Let's go." Ling He took a deep look at the smiling woman in the photo, then turned his head and said to Lu Jiuge.

This moment may be the source of the real end of Liu Jing's pain.

After Lu Jiuge stared affectionately, he followed Ling He down the mountain.

Teacher Liu pursed his lips and looked at the background of the two, but he didn't say anything after all.

At the foot of the mountain, a handsome young man was standing below holding an umbrella.

Lu Jiuge's footsteps stopped in front of him.

"I came to see my aunt. I couldn't see her off for the last time. I want to come and say sorry to her in person."

Lu Jiuge bowed deeply to Liu Yuhao, and then let Ling He support him to pass Liu Yuhao.

On the mountain, Teacher Liu stood there alone.

After Liu Yuhao put the flowers in his hand on the cemetery, he bowed respectfully.

"Dad, it's windy here, let's go back first."

Liu Yuhao grabbed Mr. Liu's shoulders and forcibly pulled him halfway down the mountain.

In Liu's house late at night, the lights are bright.

Teacher Liu dragged out a small paper box under the bed. Even though the box was faded, there was no trace of dust on it. It could be seen that the box should be turned out frequently.

"This is the headband that Xiaojing used to tie her hair for the first time when she was a child." Teacher Liu took out the headband from her hand and placed it on the bed.

"I still remember that she was already five years old at that time. She wanted to be beautiful, but she didn't have the slightest sense of sitting down. She asked her godmother to help her tie her hair, but she ran away without doing it. In a fit of anger, her godmother took this The headband was thrown on the ground, I ignored her and went to work alone."

"I remember that Xiaojing cried all of a sudden, so I picked up the headband on the ground, and then slowly imitated the hairstyles I watched on TV, and slowly helped her tie it."

Liu Yuhao let Mr. Liu speak, and it might make him feel better to say something.

In the past, he didn't understand why his father was so obsessed, but now, he suddenly understood his father.

When you meet the right person in your life, all other people will become suffocating, and they are all unwilling to succumb.

"This is the corsage that Xiaojing wore on the day she got married." Teacher Liu reached out and took out a corsage inside. Because of the age, the corsage has long lost its original bright red color, and is slightly white.

Teacher Liu stretched out his hand to caress the corsage in his hand, his eyes sparkled, as if the scene of that year was right in front of his eyes.

"Xiaojing was so beautiful that day. She was the most beautiful bride I've ever seen in the world, but she didn't belong to me. I desperately wanted to keep something of her as a memory, but Find out that she doesn't belong to me anymore."

"Looking at the smile on her lips, I knew she had found the happiness she wanted. I just watched her walk into the wedding car and looked at the man next to him with happiness. Later, when the wedding car left, I also Felt like she had taken me physically and mentally. I picked this up in front of the wedding car after everyone had dispersed."

Mr. Liu took the items in those boxes one by one, and every time he took one, there would be a short story between them.

Liu Yuhao just lowered his hands and listened quietly.

After a while, Teacher Liu reluctantly put the box back under the bed.

"I heard from Qianqian that you are not suitable. What's the matter?" After packing up her things, Teacher Liu looked at her son seriously.

Surprise flashed quickly in Liu Yuhao's eyes, he didn't expect Zeng Qianqian to say that.

Teacher Liu caught the look in Liu Yuhao's eyes, and now he understood what was going on.

"Yuhao, tell me the truth, do you still miss Jiuge in your heart?"

Liu Yuhao avoided Teacher Liu's eyes, but finally nodded slowly.

"I can't forget it, and I don't want to forget it. Maybe one day in the future, like my father, I will marry a woman I don't love, but what I have in my heart will always be Jiu Ge."

"Why are you doing this?" Teacher Liu never expected that Liu Yuhao would go his own way.

"Dad, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Liu Yuhao seemed to have made up his mind, he didn't give Mr. Liu a chance to persuade him, he opened the door and walked out.

Teacher Liu raised his head to look at Liu Yuhao's back, his eyes filled with darkness.

Beside a certain hotel in City A, in the beginning of spring, there seems to be more rain.

The man was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, watching the continuous light rain falling outside, he stretched out his foot and kicked the stone beside his feet irritably, cursing in his mouth: "Damn, this bad weather, I must be killed!" about that far away."

After all, in the end he still wrapped his coat around his body and stretched out his hand to hail a passing taxi.

They recruited several cars in a row, but they were either robbed halfway, or there were guests in the car, and they didn't stop at all.

Finally, a blue taxi approached quietly.

I waited for several cars in a row, but they didn't arrive.

As soon as Zhang Qing saw a car approaching, he immediately ignored 21 and jumped into it.

"Go to the cemetery in the east of the city."

He didn't bring an umbrella when he went out, so when he got in the car, all the raindrops outside hit his coat.

Zhang Qing lowered her head and patted the water droplets on her clothes. After everything was cleaned up, she slowly raised her head.

The first thing that catches the eye is the face of the driver wearing sunglasses in the cab.

Zhang Qing looked at the driver sitting in front with great interest. There are more and more weird people these days.

I saw someone driving with sunglasses on a sunny day, and someone driving with sunglasses on this rainy day.He was really an old lady sitting in a sedan chair—the first time I saw her.

Twitching the corner of her mouth, Zhang Qing opened the location that she just received in the mailbox.

This Zhang Mucheng was really sick. He kept his mobile phone location and refused to send it, but he insisted on sending such a location from the mailbox with so much effort.