Dressed as the ex-wife of a high-cold boss

When Huo Tingyu received the call from the housekeeper, he was in a daze.

Yu Ling is dead? !
How can it be?

She is the mistress of the Huo family, has two excellent and filial sons, and a lovely little grandson.

How could she die?

Could it be because of his quarrel yesterday?
impossible!
Yu Ling is not the kind of person who is easily carried away by other people's emotions.

Yesterday was a rare conversation between them, and he believed that Yu Ling could feel the sincerity in his words.

He has anger and resentment, but no hatred.

Yu Ling is exquisite in all aspects, and she can't die if she can take over the hot potato of the Huo family's mistress for so many years.

It must have been a deliberate murder.

Countless thoughts flashed through Huo Tingyu's mind, and he finally returned to the Huo family mansion.

The courtyard that he once called Purgatory in his heart had changed.

Qiangwei, whom he was amazed by the day before yesterday, fell to the ground in a mess, and the servants were cleaning it.

Mr. Huo stood at the gate of the courtyard, staring at Huo Tingyu.

"Are you satisfied now? Your two sons don't have a mother, are you happy?"

Huo Tingyu looked at the white banner in the garden, swallowed hard, "how could she..."

"Do you think she is an indestructible iron man? She doesn't feel like scolding her or hurting her?"

"I want to see her."

"You are not qualified to meet, the last person she wants to see is you! Have you seen the rose stalks all over the ground? These were chopped by Yu Ling."

Huo Tingyu's heart was completely flustered.

"I don't want to hurt her, I, I just want to tell her clearly how I feel, how she lived before, and how she will live in the future, there will be no change."

Mr. Huo didn't even bother to scold the idiot, so he asked the butler to close the courtyard door.

Huo Linzheng was dressed in pure black, with a small white flower pinned to his chest pocket, his face was so dark that water dripped out, "Grandpa housekeeper, help grandpa to rest first."

"Yes."

Mr. Huo, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, already exhausted physically and mentally.

The grief of an elderly person is as poignant as the death of a loved one.

"Linzheng, grandpa wants to spend more time with you."

"I'm fine. Don't make any mistakes. I can't bear it."

"About Shen Xue and Xuan Chang's poison..."

Huo Linzheng stopped him, "We'll talk about it after my mother is buried. You can rest at ease first,"

Huo Linzheng waited for Mrs. Huo and the butler to leave the backyard, then opened the courtyard door again.

Huo Tingyu felt a pain in his heart when he saw Huo Linzheng with a desolate and condensed face.

"Linzheng, I..."

Huo Linzheng suppressed the sadness in his heart, "Ms. Yu drank the lonely crane. When I saw her, she fell under the 'your eyes' tree. Do you know what that means?"

Huo Tingyu never knew that his heart would be so painful, and his heart was pinched tightly by a big hand.

There was no emotion in Huo Linzheng's voice, "That is the only flower you planted in your rose garden. She cut off all of them, but she was reluctant to part with the one you planted. I don't know what she was thinking before she died. What, but I decide on my own, and I don't want you to see her disappear."

"you hate me?"

"You can't help me to hate. You continue to do what you think is right, and continue to work hard for Shen Xue and her children."

After Huo Linzheng finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.

Huo Lincheng stood behind him leaning on a cane, his eyes were red.

Huo Linzheng glanced at him, "Let's go."

The two returned to the mourning hall and continued to kneel and sit on the futon.

Huo Linzheng is like an exquisite ice sculpture, so cold that people shy away from it.

His background was originally cold, but that coldness was never against his relatives.

Now that indifference begins to be indiscriminate.

Huo Lincheng and Li Manqing glanced at each other, and Li Manqing glanced at Huo Lincheng, and asked, "Really don't let Dad and the rest of the family come in?"

"Listen to Linzheng, he knows mom best."

Li Manqing sighed softly, "Once this happens, how will Lin Zheng and Xuan Yun be together?"

"Linzheng has Linzheng's thinking, we just need to support him."

Li Manqing squatted beside Huo Linzheng, and took out a letter from his pocket, "I found this letter from Mom's room, do you want to read it?"

Huo Linzheng took the letter and opened it.

The words "Book of Guilt" came into view.

His face turned cold, he crumpled up the letter paper and threw it into the fire.

Li Manqing was surprised, "Why don't you watch it?"

"She is nothing more than pulling all the sins on herself, and let the matter end here. She died with all the sins, so that I and Xuan Yun can be together with peace of mind."

The thin letter paper was blackened in the burning fire, and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Mom really wants you and Xuan Yun to be together, if you..."

"That's why she is stupid. Whenever she encounters something related to Dad, she will be stupid. I and Xuan Yun are adults, and it is my own choice and decision whether we are together or not. What is she worrying about?"

The last sentence is a very mild complaint.

It's just that the person being complained about will never know.

Huo Linzheng looked up at the gently smiling woman in the center of the mourning hall.

The eyebrows, the corners of the mouth, and the ears are all blessed looks, so why don't you want to live?
For a man who didn't love her, she could actually risk her life.

Life is gone, nothing is gone.

But Ms. Yu once told him that her life and many of her emotions were built because of his father, and when the foundation collapsed, her world also collapsed.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Huo Linzheng can understand her choice, but understanding is nothing but understanding, he still hates it!

Huo Lincheng left the location of the mourning hall to Huo Linzheng, and walked out of the courtyard to Huo Tingyu.

Huo Tingyu sat in the car with his eyes blank. When he saw the courtyard door opened, he got out of the car nervously.

Seeing that it was Huo Lincheng, disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Huo Lincheng limped in front of Huo Tingyu, "Linzheng has a very good relationship with Mom, she left, it will hit Linzheng hard, you have to give him some time to relax."

"I'm sorry for your mother."

Huo Tingyu's feelings for Huo Lincheng are complicated.

Huo Lincheng was born in the third month after he and Yu Ling got married.

At that time, he ignored Yu Ling and didn't care about Yu Ling.

In the end, Yu Ling almost died of dystocia, his body was very weak, and Huo Lincheng's body was also very weak.

He just started to take care of Huo Lincheng.

Huo Linzheng was five years younger than Huo Lincheng, and he was no longer in Yincheng after he was born.

If it weren't for Huo Linzheng's outgoing and cheerful personality, he and Huo Linzheng would be more like strangers.

"I have no right to comment on the relationship between you. My mother is dead, that's a fact."

Huo Tingyu had a heart attack.

"You Huo family really disgusts me! You all have empathetic faces, just want to make love with each other!" A furious voice sounded, "You think no one in the Yu family will support my sister?!"

Yu Xing opened his eyes wide with anger, with a murderous look on his face.

Huo Tingyu's gaze was attracted by a clay pot in Yu Xing's hand.

After seeing the details of the clay pot, his face turned pale, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Didn't you already guess it? It's Shen Xue's ashes!" Yu Xing's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty madness, "This woman tortured my sister alive, and her ghost still haunts her after 20 years of death! I should have thrown her ashes away long ago!" There is no place for you to pay homage!"