Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

She knelt down to check the cemetery and found that it was sealed. She turned angrily and glared at the man behind her: "Bo Jingzhou, if you are sick, go get it treated. Don't mess around!"

This sentence made Bo Jingzhou frown tightly, "Shen Wanci, please control yourself."

She could also curse such vulgar words.

"I'm just scolding you now. I'm already very restrained before I take action directly." God knows she's about to explode with anger. "Let someone open the tomb. I want to take grandpa away."

"The tomb has been sealed. Are you going to open it again? How many more times do you want your grandpa to move his grave? He won't be peaceful even after he dies. Is this what you call filial piety?"

Bo Jingzhou looked at her with a heavy sneer in his eyes: "But when I was in Yuncheng, I felt that the environment of my grandfather's cemetery was too bad, and I wanted to move it. When I turned around, I happily went on a trip with another man. I guess you’re embarrassed to say you’re filial anymore, right?”

Shen Wanci ignored his weirdness and said, "That can't be buried here either."

This area is the ancestral grave of the Bo family, and all the members of the Bo family are buried. She doesn't plan to remarry Bo Jingzhou, so how can she bury her grandfather here? "Grandpa prefers to return to his roots after falling leaves."

"He has been working in Kyoto for nearly twenty years, and your mother's tomb is also in Kyoto. What does it mean if you don't count the fallen leaves returning to their roots?" He looked at Shen Wanci expressionlessly: "Or do you still want to bury him in Yuncheng? Can you guard him every day? With your aunt's temperament, aren't you afraid that as soon as you step out, she will dig her grave? "

"..."

"Or do you want me to move your mother's grave here so that the fallen leaves can return to their roots?"

Moving a tomb was no different than anything else. Even though he knew what Bo Jingzhou said was unreasonable, Shen Wanci's attitude still softened.

She couldn't move her grandfather here and there just because of her own ideas. The last time it was because the place was really bad, but not only was the scenery good here, the feng shui was also excellent.

Even if she spent a lot of money, she would never find such a good place again.

Gu Chenye interrupted at the right time: "Miss Shen, Mr. Shen's cemetery was chosen here because the best Feng Shui master in Kyoto calculated the date and direction. The first handful of earth was also scattered by your uncle..."

He paused and said, "With all due respect, you can't change the current situation, so you might as well put it out of the way. Anyway, if we bump into each other in the grave in the future, you won't be the one who is embarrassed."

Bo Jingzhou frowned, "Why are you still here?"

Gu Chenye: "I'm helping you chase your wife. If I say I like her, will it save you a piece of flesh or will I die?"

Shen Wanci raised her eyes to look at Bo Jingzhou, not that she expected it, but subconsciously. When the other person caught her gaze, he gave her a look that said, "You can believe his lies" and moved away first. Out of sight.

……

Not two days had passed since the tomb relocation, and it was New Year's Eve, a time when the whole family was happy.

Jian Weining did not go back to accompany her mother this year. Instead, she drank alone in the rented apartment. There was a tablet in front of her. On it was a photo of Shen Wanci taking off Bo Jingzhou's belt by Changyang Lake.

In the photo, the soaked man looked down at Shen Wanci's face. Even if she couldn't see the look in his eyes, she could still imagine how affectionate it was.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and the lively atmosphere made the house feel as deserted as a tomb. She shook her dizzy head, reached for the mobile phone on the sofa, found Bo Jingzhou's number and dialed it.

After a few rings, the call was connected, and the man's cold voice came into her ears through the receiver: "What's the matter?"

Jian Weining tilted her head and leaned on the sofa, "Jing Zhou, can you come over and stay with me? I'm alone and she doesn't answer my calls. She still hates me..."

Although her words were a bit confusing, Bo Jingzhou still understood them. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"kindness."

"I'll ask your agent to come over..."

"I don't want it," Jian Weining interrupted him sharply, "Bo Jingzhou, I want you. You can't think of leaving me to anyone else. I have a home now and can't go back. You owe me..."

After she vented her anger, she regretted it and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, Jing Zhou, I was drunk and lost my temper..."

She started to cry, the sound was not loud, but it was annoying: "I don't mean to blame you, I just... I am just too lonely. Today is the Chinese New Year, everyone is reunited with their families, and I am alone. .”

"Where are you?" Bo Jingzhou interrupted her.

"At home..." Jian Weining was about to report his address when the call was hung up.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Jian Weining walked barefoot and staggered over to open the door. The person standing outside the door was indeed Bo Jingzhou.

The man was dressed in black, with cold edges and corners, and the aura around him was like an unsheathed sword.

"Jing Zhou..." Before the corners of her lips curled up, Bo Jingzhou had already walked past her and walked in without even changing his shoes. As for Jian Weining, he didn't even glance at her from the corner of his eye.

Jian Weining's fingers gripped the doorknob fiercely, and it took half a minute to close the door and walk back to the living room.

Bo Jingzhou was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone. When Jian Weining walked over, he accidentally glanced at the screen because of his condescending attitude.

At this sight, the smile she had been putting on cracked, "Would you rather play Xiaoxiao Le now than say another word to me?"

Bo Jingzhou didn't even raise his head, let alone answer her question, "You go to sleep, I'll stay here with you tonight."

"Are you still thinking about Shen Wanci?" She grabbed Bo Jingzhou's collar in pain. If she hadn't been drunk, she would definitely not have done such a rough move, let alone said this. Without any self-respect, he said, "Bo Jingzhou, you and her have divorced. She didn't like you at the beginning, and she won't like you now."

"..."

"Shall we start over? I won't leave this time." Jian Weining knelt on the sofa. She was dizzy and saw five or six double images of the people in front of her.

But no matter who they are, their faces are expressionless and indifferent.

Jian Weining stared at those faces, tears instantly slipped from her eyes, like broken beads, falling drop by drop on Bo Jingzhou's chest...

"I don't have a father anymore. If you hadn't been seriously injured and unconscious and held my hand to prevent me from leaving, he wouldn't have rushed at night to pick me up because he was worried about me. He wouldn't have had an accident and wouldn't have died... I Now I just want to be with you again, but you won’t agree?”

Mentioning this matter, Bo Jingzhou's eyes darkened and his attitude softened, "Aning, I said at the beginning that if you want compensation, I can give you money..."

Before he could finish his words, Jian Weining suddenly reached out and held his face, and kissed him with a desperate attitude...