The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

It has been a year in the blink of an eye, and in a world without her, he is still alive, glamorous and attracting attention, but he still misses her in his heart, and this longing has never been less than half.

Y city, cemetery

Yehan came here alone with red roses and white hyacinths in his hands. A year ago, he bought a piece of land at this place, next to Bai Qianrou's tombstone, and buried his heart here.

He wants to accompany her, no matter where she goes, he wants to accompany her, but his people can't go with her, they still have a son who needs his care, he wants to tell her to wait until the child is older, he can When he was alone, he went to accompany her, hoping that she would have forgiven him at that time...

The lonely figure walked in this place, but he could no longer see a trace of sadness. On the contrary, a year had made him stronger, his aura became more piercing, filled with the domineering aura of a strong man, and he became irresistible.

After walking for about ten minutes, when he was about to arrive, two men walked up to him, one of them was holding a black umbrella for the other, and it seemed that the other party was also a very respectable person.

Ye Han and the man both looked at each other, but didn't talk much.

The three passed by like this.

But when Yehan was about to put the hyacinth in his hand in front of Bai Qianrou's tombstone, he found that there was already a bouquet of flowers on it, which was also a white hyacinth.

At that time, he looked back at the man again, they were the only ones here just now, and he should have put this bouquet of flowers.

Ye Han thought that that man might be Bai Qianrou's friend, but he didn't care.He put the red rose in his hand in front of Lin Xiaomo's tombstone. Looking at the photo above, his eyes froze slightly.

She is still so beautiful, she looks like the sun in his heart when she smiles, she can illuminate the darkest corners of his heart and bring him warmth and light.

——Xiao Mo, are you okay there?

--I miss you!

Yehan said quietly in his heart, but the eyebrows still twisted involuntarily.

He thought he had lost his heart, but seeing her picture, his chest still hurts.

And the two men who had just left walked back again.

"Excuse me, who are you from Bai Qianrou?" The man asked, he looked about 50 years old, with a few gray hairs on his sideburns, but he looked very energetic and elegant.

Yehan collected his mind and turned to look at him.

"Son-in-law." He briefly explained his identity, and carefully looked at the man in front of him. He actually felt that the man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

"Son-in-law?" the other party murmured, and his expression changed slightly. Immediately, his eyes fell on Lin Xiaomo's tombstone, and he saw the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Lin Xiaomo" on it, so the person buried here is not...

"She's Qianrou's daughter?" the man asked in surprise, his pupils were still open!

Yehan nodded. When he brought up this indisputable fact, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

"How come..." The man seemed to be stimulated, and he felt dizzy.

The man holding the umbrella at the side hurriedly supported it, and called out hastily, "Your Majesty..."

Yehan's expression froze, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard the other party call him that, and then he remembered who he was!

The current king of country M, Ling Qisen!

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