The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

The frivolous tone made Shen Wanqing's complexion change, "Han Yichen, why are you here?!"

"Are you a fool? What can you do when you come to the cemetery? Of course you are here to visit the grave!" Han Yichen snorted coldly, speaking sarcastic words, but uncontrollably covered Shen Wanqing's head with the black umbrella.

Shen Wanqing was so stunned that she was speechless, she wiped her tears and stood up from the ground, staring at Han Yichen closely, that strange sense of familiarity overwhelmed her heart again, Shen Wanqing looked down at the photo on the tombstone, her lips showed A faint wry smile.

Zhixia died a long time ago, what was she thinking about.

Han Yichen caught her gaze, frowned delicately, and looked at Shen Wanqing with wide eyes in disgust, "You look at the pictures of dead people, you look at the pictures of dead people, why are you still staring at me?!"

"Hehe... I just think you guys are a bit alike." Shen Wanqing smiled coldly, her lips curled up when she heard Han Yichen's harsh words, "Han Yichen, you'd better speak respectfully, what if my younger brother comes to see you? "

"This is your younger brother? How did I hear that you only have one younger sister?" Han Yichen touched his chin, his clear and bright eyes showed an inexplicable luster.

Shen Wanqing frowned, and retorted in disgust, "I don't have a younger sister! Only a younger brother who died young!"

After Shen Wanqing finished speaking, she pushed Han Yichen away and left.

Han Yichen followed her carelessly, and asked with a smile, "You hate your father's illegitimate son outside so much! I think she is very friendly to you, and she is always the older sister and the younger sister. You girls are really fun, obviously so Sisters who hate each other and pretend to be affectionate."

His frivolous and playful voice was full of mockery, which made Shen Wanqing frowned, "Are you free?"

"Young Master, I'm so busy, you think you're the same!" Han Yichen frowned. As a popular traffic niche, how could he be idle when he waited until a year later!
"I think you just came here to visit the grave in your spare time." Shen Wanqing felt a bit of a headache from being squeezed, and pressed her throbbing temple.

In fact, she has always been grateful to Han Yichen. He helped her a lot at the beginning, and it was also because she suffered a lot, but every time they met, Han Yichen spoke vaguely with thorns, and there were other meanings in his words .

Han Yichen's eyes changed, he put away his frivolous expression, a strong stern look flashed across his eyes, and he snorted sullenly, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

Then turned away.

Shen Wanqing looked at his back, her thoughts were in a trance, and she always felt that the back of the man in front of her and the figure of the boy in her memory gradually overlapped.

Suddenly, Han Yichen paused, holding a black umbrella, standing with half of his face sideways in the winter drizzle, with a bright and delicate side face, coquettish and handsome, and asked him solemnly, "I saw you crying so ugly just now, what is your name?" Is Zhixia's youth important to you?"

Shen Wanqing choked her throat, and didn't want to answer Han Yichen's words, she stared and complained, "My old lady has 21 flowers! How dare you call my old lady ugly?!"

"Hehe..." Han Yichen rolled his eyes, turned his back to Shen Wanqing, waved his hands and left.

Shen Wanqing replied quietly, her voice was lonely and lonely, very low, so low that she was drowned in the cold rain.

"Yeah, very important brother..."

The back of Han Yichen's leaving froze for a moment, and soon disappeared into the rain.

Shen Wanqing left the cemetery and went to the sacrificial area on the mountain to hide from the rain.