The president relies on me to continue his marriage

The ebony-black Rolls-Royce was parked by the side of the road in Nanwan Cemetery, and after Ji Beimu got out of the car, he half leaned on Xia Yanxi's body.

The girl's unique light fragrance was slightly sweet and soft, which made him purse his lips and sniff.

"Perfume?" Ji Beimu asked her.

Xia Yanxi's neck was itchy from being rubbed by his broken hair, but she didn't dare to move, she just shook her head indiscriminately.

She doesn't have the habit of wearing perfume, but she will leave her own special scent on her clothes.

When the driver pushed the wheelchair over, Ji Beimu pretended to be disabled again, and took a blanket to cover his legs appropriately.

"Ma'am, the road up here is not very easy, do you want me to help push it?" the driver asked respectfully.

Xia Yanxi looked up at the road ahead, but shook her head.

Ji Beimu probably brought her to this kind of place for some reason. Two people are better than three people. Having more ears may not be a good thing.

The driver immediately returned to the driver's seat knowingly and waited.

The Nanwan cemetery is a burial place for the rich, and being able to buy a place near here can be regarded as a prestigious existence.

Ji Beimu turned his face sideways, looked at Xia Yanxi who was struggling behind him, raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "It seems that you are pushing hard?"

"If the third master is curious, why don't you come down and have a try." Xia Yanxi was so tired that she almost rolled her eyes at him, looking weakly at the uphill road ahead, "Please try to pretend to be terminally ill next time the third master needs to pretend to be ill. "

Xia Yanxi almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth.

She personally pushed Ji Beimu up all three steps.

If it wasn't for Ji Beimu's intention to help her stop and rest halfway, she would have wondered if the other party deliberately made her come here.

Ji Beimu's dark eyes were full of deep eyes. He seemed to be smiling, but he said inexplicably: "Terminal disease? I'm afraid they will make me die faster by pretending to be terminally ill."

"Then the third master can just pretend to be disabled in a car accident?" Xia Yanxi finally took a breath after taking advantage of the wheelchair to stop.

The ghost knows how she was able to push a big man from below to the second stage of the platform.

Even if she knew that Ji Beimu was teasing her on purpose, Xia Yanxi could only admit that this man was her backer now.

To make the backer happy, she might be fine even if she walks sideways in Ji's house.

"A terminally ill person can't live long, and it's the same fate if he dies early or late, but if the obstacles can be made to disappear in advance, who will wait until his time is over?" Ji Beimu sat in a wheelchair, carrying Looking at the newly planted saplings in the cemetery, his eyes are sharp.

"It's different for the disabled. You have to suffer as long as you live in this world." He pressed his fingers on the wheelchair and tapped, as if to give someone advice. Let the big house and the second house fight, even if you want to make things difficult for me, a 'useless person', but the immediate benefits are not so important."

Xia Yanxi is very smart, and immediately understood, "So you want them to fight, so that they have the time and opportunity to investigate the car accident?"

"How could it be so easy." Ji Beimu had a smile on his thin lips, "The old lady of the Ji family is not so stupid, as long as she wants to fiddle with it, she will use those bastards as pawns."

Even if he is crippled or even dead.

I'm afraid this guy will have to dig up his grave and examine it carefully before giving up completely.

Man, after all, is a strange creature.

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In front of a tombstone in the cemetery, the photo of the owner on the monument is a photo of a couple.

Judging from his outstanding and exquisite appearance, he overlaps with Ji Beimu by seven or eight percent.

Xia Yanxi just glanced at it, and immediately lowered her eyes.

This should be the tombstone of the third room of the Ji family.

Those buried inside were Ji Beimu's parents.

Even when he came to worship at the tomb, Ji Beimu always sat in a wheelchair, his eyes as silent as stagnant water.

"Third Master?" Xia Yanxi couldn't help calling him softly.

Ji Beimu raised his eyes slightly, but when his eyes fell on the dust on her sleeves, his brows subconsciously frowned.

He has a slight cleanliness.

This is something that the Ji family knows.

Also because of this, the place where he lives is completely separated from other people.

"Third Master?" Xia Yanxi called again.

But in the next second, the stern man sitting in the wheelchair suddenly stretched out his hand, and his knuckle fingers rolled up her sleeves and pushed them upwards.

"Your clothes are dirty." Ji Beimu reminded her.

The man's slightly drooping eyebrows, his straight nose, and the hot temperature on his fingers.

Without exception, Xia Yanxi's face became slightly hot.

The hormonal aura on the man's body made people blush, and his handsome facial features revealed a mature and steady look.

Xia Yanxi bit her lip and whispered: "Third Master, didn't you bring me here to worship your parents?"

She could see Ji Beimu's depression and depression.

But the relationship between the two is just a cooperative marriage. Strictly speaking, she has no right to interfere with Ji Beimu's privacy.

Ji Beimu stopped the hand that was straightening her sleeves, and a soft "um" came out of his nose, which was regarded as a response.

Nanwan Cemetery is a place...

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been here.

"Be careful next time." Ji Beimu said briefly, "Dirty."

He had just finished speaking, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the platform in front of the tombstone.

The marble table, which was originally dusty and dusty, was wiped clean at this moment.

There are a few small wild flowers placed on it, as if they were just picked and placed on it.

But because there are too few, when placed on the large marble table, there is an indescribable abruptness.

"You let it go?" Ji Beimu's dark and steady eyes flickered strangely.

Xia Yanxi clenched her palms, "Yes, I let it go..."

She observed Ji Beimu's face again, and found that the other party was not angry, so she continued: "I see that there are flowers on the nearby tombstones, so it's not good to come empty-handed."

The girl explained in a low voice showing timidity.

The wiped layer on the marble table was not stained, and even the dust on the corners was wiped off.

Ji Beimu stared at the small wild flowers on top, with light yellow stamens in the middle of the white petals.

After a long time, he said, "Where did you pick it?"

"On the way here." Xia Yanxi blinked her clear and moist eyes, her voice was soft, "This kind of small wild flower is found in many places, and because of its tenacious life, it blooms more brilliantly."

Her pointed words fell in Ji Beimu's ears, making him laugh.

"Are you guiding me?"

After Xia Yanxi hesitated for a while, she said slowly: "Well, the third master is an adult, and he should understand some words and truths better than me. People cannot be resurrected after death."

She didn't know if what she said could reach Ji Beimu's ears.

"..." Ji Beimu touched his forehead again with his slender fingers, and rubbed his temples irritably, "Do you know who is on the tombstone?"

Xia Yanxi asked tentatively: "Third Master's parents?"

Blue veins twitched on Ji Beimu's forehead, "...these are my cousin and cousin."

"..." Xia Yanxi wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, so it's better not to open her mouth.

Ji Beimu couldn't laugh or cry because he was forced to be lowered. He sighed slightly, but he could hear helplessness and relief in his low-pitched laugh.

"They are the only relatives from my grandmother's side who are willing to be with me." Ji Beimu put his hands on the blanket, but his voice was surprisingly indifferent, "Others think that I have killed my parents, and that I have bad characters and are hated by the Ji family. , To come and go with me is tantamount to suicidal."

There was no trace of emotion in his words. I don't know if it should be sad?Or indifference?

People in the northern city said that Mr. Ji was notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless, and some even said that he was the sole parent of the lone star of Tiansha in his life.

You can't marry a woman, let alone touch a woman.

"Then what happened afterwards?" Xia Yanxi asked him.

"Later?" Ji Beimu raised his brows, as if thinking of something ridiculous, and the coldness of the corners of his lips increased, "Man, you can't do it when you are sending charcoal in the snow, and you think that the icing on the cake will be remembered by people."

He said two words coldly, "dream."

"Then they...?"

"The plane crashed." Ji Beimu slowly closed his eyes, the pain between his brows and eyes made him laugh at himself, "If it wasn't for Mr. Ye, maybe I would be lying here too."

"Everyone in the Ji family wants me to die, and no one in the Du family wants me to live."

"They are exceptions." Ji Beimu gave a wry smile, "But the exceptions all left after all."