Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

Luo Qiu'an's soft voice warmed his cold heart in this empty cemetery.

The phone was very quiet, and no one answered. Luo Qiuan was very surprised, and asked, "Chen Hao, is that you?"

You won't dial the wrong phone number yourself, will you?

She quickly lowered her head to check the number on the landline, and after confirming that it was correct, she asked again, "Are you busy now, so it's not convenient to talk? How about I hang up first and call me back when it's convenient for you."

"No, the company has something to do, I won't be coming back today, you and Xiaobao go to bed early."

The man's voice seemed to come from a distant mountain. Not to mention cold, there was a trace of indifference.

Luo Qiuan felt a little uncomfortable, but thinking that the birthday person was the oldest today, he didn't bother with Ji Chenhao, looked at Xiaobao who kept blinking beside him, and said, "That's it... It's Xiaobao who has something to do with you, and said that it must be at night Let me tell you, if you are late, you can be late, we will wait for you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows triumphantly at his son. This excuse was absolutely perfect.

"Okay." Ji Chenhao couldn't say a word of rejection, thinking in his heart: Stupid woman, she can't even tell a lie, she's full of loopholes everywhere.

After hanging up the phone, looking at his mother's smile on the tombstone, he couldn't help asking, "Mother, this is your daughter-in-law, isn't she stupid?"

But if you're around, you'll love her, we already have a five-year-old son, and in a few months, two daughters.

When Ji Zhiyuan arrived, the sky seemed to be slowly covered by a black cloth, getting darker and darker.

"Master, it's going to rain heavily, why don't you come back tomorrow." The driver was a little worried.

After all, the current Ji Zhiyuan has not fully recovered.

But today, he was determined to see his dead ex-wife. He got out of the car and started walking up the mountain with a cane.

After the funeral, he hadn't been here once, but today he seemed to have been here a million times. He seemed to be familiar with every plant and tree here. He obviously had trouble moving, but he was about to reach his destination in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the tall figure in front of the cemetery, he stopped and stopped.

Ji Chenhao bowed deeply, turned around and saw Ji Zhiyuan standing not far away.

The corners of the mouth are raised, and the sarcasm is obvious.

Ji Zhiyuan's face also became very ugly, he didn't expect to meet his son who came to pay respects, he turned the crutch in his hand embarrassingly.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Chenhao looked at him, frowned, and his tone was very unfriendly.

Ji Zhiyuan glanced at the cemetery behind him and said, "I'll come and see your mother."

Ji Chenhao sneered, and asked coldly, "Are you worthy?"

This is the biggest problem between father and son.

Back then when Ji Chenhao's mother had an accident, Ji Zhiyuan came late and did not say anything about it. He was ordered not to investigate the cause of his mother's accident, and he never mentioned it.

After so many years, he has been investigating, but he has gained very little.

Only recently, there is a new hairstyle.

"Why did I talk to my father?" Ji Zhiyuan became displeased, and Ji Chenhao's attitude towards him became more and more disrespectful.

But Ji Chenhao replied in a deep voice, "I've been talking like this all the time, and it's not the first time you've heard it, are you still not used to it?"

Ji Zhiyuan's heart is full, there is Wang Minzhen in the family, who makes trouble every day, and the only son in front of him, every time he meets each other, every sentence is thorny, and he is not taken seriously at all.

"If you look like this, don't come here, and my mother doesn't need you to worship her like this." Ji Chenhao directly refused him to worship.

In the early years, Ji Zhiyuan and his mother had already been a couple in appearance, and when they went home, they ate their own food and lived in their own separate houses. Only when Ji Chenhao came back from Mr. Ji's place, would his mother and Ji Zhiyuan accompany him to have a meal together.

For so many years after her death, Ji Zhiyuan never came here once, and this time, it was not unusual.

"You're not your mother, how do you know." Ji Zhiyuan rarely made up his mind to come here, and even being blocked by his son, his tone became even more unpleasant.

Ji Chenhao frowned even tighter, and said sarcastically, "Do you want her to see the miserable situation you are living in now? Or did you do so many things that I was sorry to her, and you suddenly came to your senses and wanted to go to her grave to confess?"

"It's ridiculous, you asked for it yourself." He really looked down on what Ji Zhiyuan was doing now.

As long as the deceased mother is mentioned, Ji Chenhao unconsciously pricks all over his body, ready to attack at any time.

"You, this is a matter between me and your mother, just take care of yourself."

Ji Zhiyuan said this more than once.

At that time, Ji Chenhao didn't quite understand it when he was young. Later, his mother quietly established the JK Group, and when the accident happened, he understood it.

The sky began to rumble, and a heavy rain was about to come, and even the trees next to it began to sway to welcome the heavy rain.

Ji Chenhao looked at the sky and said with a smile, "It seems that God doesn't welcome you, maybe it was my mother's early warning. The accident was unclear back then, and you kept it under wraps so I wouldn't let me investigate. I wonder if you designed all of that."

"You unfilial son, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ji Zhiyuan held the crutch tightly to prevent himself from falling out of control.

Could it be that Wang Minzhen did something quietly behind her back?That made Chen Hao doubt himself.

"My good father, what are you doing so excitedly? I just doubt it, but I'm not certain." Ji Chenhao looked closely at Ji Zhiyuan's face, not wanting to miss any expression on his face.

If the accident was really caused by him, then all the actions of the mother before her death would make sense.

Ji Zhiyuan felt guilty, but he still tried his best to pretend to be calm, and reprimanded him, "Is there anyone who wronged your father like this? What a waste of what your grandfather taught you."

Ji Chenhao replied, "What does it have to do with you to waste his old man in vain, you haven't spent your thoughts on me, have you?"

After Ji Wenqing was born, coupled with Wang Minzhen's pillow wind, Ji Zhiyuan disliked Ji Chenhao even more, and also Ji Chenhao didn't like to talk to him, and often turned his face to him, so he just ignored him , let him fend for himself in Mr. Ji's old house.

Ji Zhiyuan, who knew he was wrong, moved his steps, "I don't want to argue with you here."

Usually, in this kind of situation, Ji Zhiyuan would not let him go.

This time, as soon as Ji Chenhao saw the cold tombstone, he didn't want Ji Zhiyuan to enjoy everything his mother gave him so peacefully.

"That's right, you can go and have a look, but I don't know, you haven't seen each other for so many years, if you go back to sleep at night, will you have nightmares?"

"Also, it's better that my mother's death has nothing to do with you, otherwise, even if you are my nominal father, I will not let you go."