From a lawyer's letter

The drizzle added to the already chilly weather.The cold wind howled, rustling the leaves in the cemetery, and the sun hid itself as the drizzle came.

The cold wind hit everyone standing in the cemetery, and several women shivered slightly because they were defeated by the cold wind.Many of the men present noticed that the fair faces of the ladies following them were paler because of the cold. They held up the umbrellas with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to gently hug their female companions. shoulders, hoping to pass on the warmth of one's own body to the partner around him.

Although there were dozens of people standing in the cemetery, except for the whistling of the wind, there was silence. There were no miserable cries or whispers, only the prayers of the priest. The whole funeral scene was extremely solemn.

As for whose funeral it was, not only those present knew, the news of this person's death must have spread throughout Yang City.

However, the funeral was held in secrecy. Although the deceased was distinguished, no reporter was allowed to enter the cemetery.

Except for the members of the Su family, there was no outsider other than the Su family in the cemetery.

Standing at the head of the crowd were two men and women. They didn't have any expressions on their faces. They just stood beside the tombstone with their heads down, staring at the names and photos of the deceased engraved on the tombstone.

Next to this new tomb is another slightly older tomb. The one who can be buried with the deceased must be the wife of the deceased who has been dead for many years, the mother of two men and women.

The young woman standing at the head turned her head slightly to look at the photo of her mother's death. Tears welled up in her eyes but never fell. She closed her eyes and listened silently to the prayer of the priest beside her.

The man standing next to the woman didn't move, he didn't look sideways, just stared down at his pair of black leather shoes, which were polished for him this morning, and the black suit was ironed so that there was no wrinkle.

I don't know how long it took before the priest finished the prayer ceremony. After a few minutes of silence, everyone came to the two men and women. At this time, there were voices in the originally quiet cemetery.

However, in everyone's discourse, there are only words such as "sorrow and resignation", and there is nothing else.Moreover, the weather was bad, and the drizzle gradually turned into bean-like raindrops. No one wanted to stay any longer, so they all left in a hurry.

Su Qingquan, the eldest son of Su, and Su Qingyu, the second daughter, were physically and mentally exhausted after seeing off their relatives who came to attend the funeral, but they cheered up and did not let go of their guards after the relatives left.

Su Qingquan held an umbrella in his right hand. He slightly raised his head and looked at the sky. The cold wind and rain wet the lenses. He took out a handkerchief from his trousers pocket, wiped the wet lenses slightly, and turned his head to look again. The sister standing beside him.

He smiled lightly.

"The sun was shining brightly a few days ago, why did it start to rain as soon as you came back?" Su Qingquan put away his handkerchief and looked up at the crowd who had gone away, ignoring the bitterness in his words.

Su Qingyu seems to have gotten used to the man beside her who has a deep blood relationship with her with sharp thorns at the moment. She turned her head and looked at the photo of her father on the tombstone. A trace of grief flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. Pointing to the sky.

"It's called God has eyes, and he will naturally feel sad because of his father's death." The words were cold, but they were clear and sweet.

Su Qingquan's mocking expression immediately became gloomy after hearing Su Qingyu's words. He looked at the younger sister in front of him. He hadn't seen her for many years. She had grown from a young girl to a mature and charming woman.

Hidden under the black dress is a graceful and slim figure, and she puts on light makeup to add a little charm, but Su Qingquan never treats her because she is a woman, let alone because she is his biological sister. better.

Su Qingquan pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and was about to say more, but was interrupted by Su Qingyu: "By the way, where is sister-in-law? Why didn't she come to see Dad off for the last time?"

"She caught the wind and cold." Su Qingquan's tone also lacked a trace of warmth in the brief sentence.

"She is really good at choosing dates, but at this time Fenghan found her." Su Qingyu turned to look at her brother, with the corners of her mouth curled up, showing a little disbelief.

Su Qingquan ignored her sarcasm, his face was indifferent, and he didn't see him raising his hand or making eye contact. Then two burly men in black clothes and black trousers appeared beside the cemetery. behind the master.

Su Qingyu glanced at the two bodyguards, and after a little scrutiny, he already had some calculations in his mind.

She also needs people around her, but not bodyguards.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Su Qingyu was afraid of getting sick if he didn't go back, so he put one hand around his windbreaker, nodded slightly to Su Qingquan, then turned and left.

"Xiao Yu!" After walking a few steps, Su Qingquan's voice sounded from behind.

Xiaoyu's cry was a bit intimate, Su Qingyu hadn't heard it for many years, but the first cry after returning to China came from Su Qingquan's mouth.

Blood is thicker than water, so there was nothing wrong with this cry, after all, they are brothers and sisters.However, in the years of secret confrontation, Su Qingquan has changed, and she, Su Qingyu, has gradually lost her nature because of this man.

Su Qingyu heard the sound of steady footsteps behind him, so he had to stand where he was, but he was too lazy to turn his head.

"Xiao Yu, when are you coming back this time?" It was a very common question, but Su Qingyu knew that his brother was testing him.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Su Qingyu dismissed the people beside him with a soft sentence.

He likes to test, so she will not give an answer, let him continue to test and guess.

Su Qingquan looked at his younger sister who was walking away, and then at his father who had just been buried behind him, with no expression on his face.

He glanced at his two personal bodyguards, seeing that they were not at all moved by Su Qingyu's arrival, they stood there straight, without even glancing at a corner of Su Qingyu's clothes, he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

"Let's go!" Su Qingquan turned around and walked ahead, casually raised his head to look around, and saw that there was no one else except them.

In such a horrible weather, no one would be bored to come to this Su family's private cemetery.

However, just half an hour after they left, a taxi drove outside the cemetery.The car door opened, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes stepped out of the car. The rain hit the high-heeled shoes, and they were instantly wet.

Above the high heels was a pair of straight black trousers, but the toes of the trousers were thin and smooth, and then the black umbrella opened, and a woman stepped out of the taxi.

After the woman lowered her head slightly and said a few words to the taxi driver, she walked outside the cemetery. She looked at the locked iron gate, and then raised her eyes to see the newly built tomb from a distance.

She casually took out a photo from the pocket of her trousers, looked down at the photo, then looked up at the grave in front of her, and sighed slightly.

She touched the face in the photo, her eyes were a bit complicated, she couldn't believe that all of this was true.However, if it wasn't true, why did she bother to come to this point?

And didn't this person's death just kick off the prelude for her?

Is the death of Boss Su of Hatten Hotel Group rewriting her life?Or had her life been different long ago?

The woman raised her hand to touch a small gold medal on her chest, and she touched the engraving on the gold medal, which was a surname "Yan".

She looked at the entire cemetery from the iron gate. The cemetery is huge in size, and there are many flowers and plants planted in it, and there are many kinds of them, and they are neatly trimmed. If the weather is sunny at the moment, people who don’t know will definitely think that this is someone who passes by. It's a garden specially planted by rich people.

She watched outside for a long time before bending slightly towards the grave. This was her last bow to Boss Su, and then she turned and walked towards the place where she got off the car just now.

Before leaving, she turned her head to look at the cemetery again, feeling a little emotional in her heart.

Rich people are different, even if they die, they die much more decently than ordinary people.

The woman returned to the taxi, got into the car, and the driver drove away.Along the way, the woman never said a word. Several times the driver wanted to speak to break the silence, but he retracted the words that were about to come to his lips.

Although the driver uncle is a rough guy, he also knows how to read words and expressions.

In addition, the woman looks very good, and it is very pleasing to watch quietly, so the two people in the car have always maintained this state of silence.

Until they came to the center of Yang City, the woman finally spoke.

"Please park your car at the entrance of Hatten Hotel."

The uncle driver obediently agreed, secretly thankful that he didn't strike up a conversation with her just now, the woman's voice was piercingly cold and emotionless, as if she had been frozen in an iceberg for ten thousand years before stepping into the mundane world. There was a sense of coldness in his voice.

After the woman got off the car, the driver watched her approaching the hotel lobby, and couldn't help but look up at the gold-lettered signboard outside the hotel.

He has come to Hatten several times to pick up guests, and he knows that the guests who come to this hotel are either rich or noble, but just now the woman didn't bring any luggage, and she came to a family cemetery to stay for a while , the identity is very unpredictable.

At this time, the horn of a car behind the car sounded, and the driver uncle hurriedly woke up from his fantasy, stuck out his tongue and drove away from the hotel.

The woman came to the hotel lobby, and the front desk assistant smiled when she saw her.

"Hi, Manager Yan."

The tone is always polite and friendly.

The woman nodded and walked into the office.She slowly sat down at her desk, rubbed her temples, and the headache happened again.

Just when she was about to start to deal with the work at hand, she glanced and saw a letter neatly placed on the front of the desk.She looked at the 'XX Law Firm' printed on the envelope, it was a lawyer's letter.

She held the letter in her hand and didn't open it for a long time, her thoughts went back to many months ago.

It seems that what should come will come after all.

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