The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 250 He bent down to pick up the white chrysanthemum, raised his hand and threw it out

Hua Rong moved closer to him, leaned against him, and then rested her head on the man's shoulder.

Jiang Yun looked at her sideways, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, raised his arms around her waist, and let her snuggle deeper into his arms.

When passing the flower shop, Huarong stopped the driver.

The two got out of the car, and Lin Lin followed behind.

Floral fragrance.

The owner of the store is an elderly lady, wearing a dark blue cheongsam that is somewhat old-fashioned but neat and tidy, and her hair is meticulously done. "What do you two need?"

Hua Rong smiled, "Boss, give me a bouquet of white chrysanthemums."

A deep and indifferent voice sounded beside her, "Two bundles."

Hua Rong froze for a moment, tilted her head and turned her face up.

Jiang Yunshen repeated lightly, "Two bundles."

"...Oh, oh," a guess came to her mind, she didn't say anything, she just turned her head to the old lady and said, "I want two bouquets of white chrysanthemums."

The old lady asked kindly, "Is it a sacrifice?"

Huarong nodded.

"Okay, wait a minute."

After about 5 minutes, the old lady handed them two bouquets of white chrysanthemums.

Jiang Yunshen reached out to take it.

Lin Lin took out a note from his wallet.

The three returned to the car, the car regained its posture, and arrived at the gate of the cemetery in 10 minutes.

Lin Lin was left outside the cemetery.

The world is covered with continuous drizzle from the south, like the thickest fog.

Jiang Yunshen held a big black umbrella, tightly covering the woman beside him under the umbrella.

Passing through the neat and unpopular tombstones, the black umbrella stopped in front of one of them.

Huarong looked over.

On the tombstone is a very young man in his 30s, with a handsome face and no smile on his face, but his eyes are very peaceful. Even if it is an old photo that has been more than ten years old, it can still be seen that he is outstanding. temperament.

The tomb of my late father Jiang Ming.

Born in May [-], so in March [-].

Zijiang Yunshen was established by Jiang Yunshen in [-].

Jiang Yunshen looked at the tombstone quietly, with neither sadness nor nostalgia in his eyes.

It took about half a minute before he bent down and put down one of the bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand.

Only then did Huarong notice that there was already a bunch of chrysanthemums placed in front of the tombstone, and the petals were still fresh with rainwater dripping on them.

Has anyone been here already?

Standing up straight, the man didn't take another look, turned around, took her hand naturally, and walked aside.

He didn't go far, but Jiang Yunshen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

About three meters ahead, a woman holding a transparent umbrella was looking at them.

There were only them around here, and Hua Rong could be sure that she was looking at Jiang Yunshen, not even a single omission fell on her.

It was a woman in a black suit, the quality of which was of a high quality, and it could be seen at a glance that it was worth a lot of money. Her hair was tied up in a simple bun, and every strand of her hair was meticulous. Her aura was so strong that strangers could feel it. Capable and sharp.

He looks about 40 years old, but according to Hua Rong's guess, he should be close to [-] years old.

Jiang Yunshen looked at her.

There was no wave in the eyes, not even a ripple, indifferent like well water in late autumn, cool to the bone.

From a distance, the three of them seemed to be in a silent confrontation and competition.

Until 3 minutes later, the woman holding an umbrella took the lead in stepping on high heels.

Jiang Yunshen walked to the tombstone one meter behind the woman.

He bent down, picked up a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the stele that didn't even have much rain, and threw it out with his hands.

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(End of this chapter)