My Outside Expression Is Different From My Inner Expression

Previously, Pei Jing and the Yu family had been looking for opportunities to cooperate with Liu's Group. For this reason, Pei Jing went to see Liu Xiahui one after another to play the family card.

But maybe it was because Liu Xiahui was too blunt and made sarcastic remarks many times, so that during the period around the Chinese New Year, Pei Jing and Yu's family stopped a lot.

At least he never appeared in front of Liu Bohuai and Liu Xiahui, until today in the cemetery...

As expected, Liu Xiahui saw Pei Jing in the cemetery.

He stood still, just behind Liu Bohuai, with a cold face and did not speak.

Pei Jing came alone, she still knew that she would not bring Yu Xudong with her.

She was dressed in black, her hair was tied behind her head and tied with a pearl headband, and she was dressed simply, holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

The purpose of her coming here is self-evident.

Pei Jing was not surprised when she saw Liu Bohuai and Liu Xiahui, she said hello.

Liu Xiahui said coldly: "It's hard for you to remember the anniversary of my father's death."

"But it's been a long time since I came to see it. I should have forgotten which direction my father's tombstone is in. Would you like me to point it out for you?"

Pei Jing's expression was not good upon hearing this.

She said: "Xia Hui, I just want to see your father. After all, we used to be married... Do you remember, this is your father's favorite flower."

She said, stroking the pale white petals in her arms with her fingers.

Liu Bohuai glanced lightly.

Liu Xiahui had a strange look on his face, and he snorted for a while: "I remember, of course I remember."

"That's not my dad's favorite flower, it's your favorite flower."

Pei Jing: "How come...Xia Hui, even if you hate me, there's no need to say that, I clearly remember."

Besides, this is not her favorite flower.

Liu Xiahui: "What do you remember? Is there only this bouquet of flowers in my previous memory, which makes you confused. My dad doesn't like any bouquets."

On the contrary, Dad once mentioned Pei Jing's favorite flower to him.

At that time, Liuzhouhe and Pei Jing had already divorced.

Liu Xiahui was still young, and was always looking for his mother. In order to coax him, Liu Zhouhe carried him to the conservatory while he was still crying...

Liu Xiahui has a deep memory of this.

Pei Jing was taken aback, and couldn't help digging out distant memories from her mind - it seemed that Liu Zhouhe asked her what flower she liked the most, and she was getting impatient.

It happened to be in a flower room around me, so I casually pointed at it...it seemed to be this kind of flower.

Afterwards, Liuzhouhe seemed to say that from now on, it will be his favorite...

Pei Jing didn't pay much attention.

Therefore, she was too lazy to recall, causing her memory to be confused and blurred until now.

At this time, she looked at Liu Xiahui's mocking eyes, and her memories gradually became clear.

——As a result, her hands holding the bouquet stiffened, her expression slightly embarrassed.

Liu Bohuai didn't bother to pay attention to her, even looked stingy, and walked towards the tombstone of Liuzhou River.

Liu Xiahui followed behind.

Pei Jing hesitated a little, but finally followed up cheekily.

There is no way, wouldn't it be more hypocritical to leave at this time.

Liu Bohuai always stays here for a long time after coming here, and Liu Xiahui is with him.

No one spoke in front of the tombstone in Liuzhou River, Pei Jing said a few words at first, but seeing no one answered, she gradually stopped talking.

Liu Bohuai ignored her, Liu Xiahui didn't look at her, and Pei Jing left the cemetery not long after.

Liu Xiahui withdrew her gaze from her back and said, "Third Uncle, why do you think she came here today?"

Just to mourn his father?

Liu Bohuai said calmly: "Don't worry about it."

Liu Xiahui nodded: "I see, Third Uncle."

After that, the two were speechless.

After a long time, Liu Bohuai turned around and left to go elsewhere, leaving Liu Xiahui a alone time to talk to Liuzhouhe.

……

Coming out of the cemetery, Liu Bohuai raised his head and looked at the sky - it was gloomy, as if it was going to rain, not a good weather.

The gloomy weather will always make people feel a little depressed.

Liu Xiahui walked to the side and said, "Third Uncle, let's go back."

"Well, let's go." Liu Bohuai left the cemetery with Liu Xiahui.

It was already past noon, and they had to go back to the company to be busy.

Liu Bohuai's car drove away first, while Liu Xiahui sat in the car for a while and called Xu Mengning.

"Meng Ning, I can't pick you up at night... Yes, I just came out of the cemetery, okay, send me a message when I get home at night, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Xiahui drove away.

He knew that the third uncle would have no sleep again tonight, so he planned to bring a bottle of good wine to the Liu family's old house.

As a nephew, he was so sweet.

……

In the evening, Liu Bohuai picked Li Qingzhou off work.

The two returned to the Liu family's old house. Li Qingzhou had already left a message for his younger sister and younger brother, and he would not reply tonight.

Obviously, after he lived in the Liu family's old house from time to time, the younger sister and younger brother were used to his not coming home, so they accepted it well.

Li Qingzhou clearly sensed that Liu Bohuai was in a bad mood today.

So after dinner, while Liu Bohuai was washing the dishes, he hugged the man from behind, his cheeks touching.

"Ah Huai."

[How should I coax Ah Huai? ]

Liu Bohuai put away the bowls and chopsticks, wiped off the water droplets on the towel beside him, then held his hands around his waist and turned around.

He held Li Qingzhou's cheek, kissed him on the brow, and said in a low voice, "Can you listen to what's on my mind?"

"Yeah." Li Qingzhou nodded.

[Ah Huai also has something on his mind? ]

——The villain in the bubble frowned, looking worried for his lover.

Liu Bohuai picked up Li Qingzhou.

Li Qingzhou was wearing exoskeleton support equipment at this time, and his legs were hooked around Liu Bohuai's waist with his hands.

They walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, into the study...

Sheng Qi Entertainment.

Liu Xiahui didn't expect to have so many affairs to deal with today.

Therefore, after he processed all the documents, it was already late, and it was past get off work time, and there were not many employees left in the company.

He glanced at his phone, it was almost nine o'clock.

Liu Xiahui stood up and took his coat, and ordered his assistant to take out the wine from the wine cabinet in the lounge, pack it up, and he wanted to take it away.

This wine is worth hundreds of thousands, very expensive.

Therefore, when the assistant took out the wine, he acted cautiously, lest he would drop it on the ground, and he would not be able to afford it.

After packing, the assistant handed the bag to Liu Xiahui and said, "President, are you going to Miss Xu's place tonight?"

Liu Xiahui: "No, go to the old house, you go back first."

He drove to the Liu family's old house alone.

Liu Xiahui has a spare key to the old house—the key to the Liu family's old house, except for the third uncle, he is the only one who has it.

This is also how Uncle San values ​​his performance.

Soon, the car stopped outside the Liu family's old house.

Third Uncle has always disliked being disturbed by outsiders, especially on his territory.

Therefore, except for the old housekeeper who often comes over and occasionally stays overnight, there is no one else in the old house every night.

Liu Xiahui got off the car, opened the door of the old house and entered.

He came to the living room, just about to put down the wine and change his shoes, but suddenly saw something that shouldn't be here—how could there be a wheelchair in the Liu family's old house? !

Liu Xiahui couldn't help opening her eyes, suspecting that she was wrong.

However, he looked over and reconfirmed that it was a smart electric wheelchair, and he was familiar with it...

"Li, Li Qingzhou's electric wheelchair?" Shocked, Liu Xiahui murmured.

No, it shouldn't be his. How could Li Qingzhou's wheelchair appear in Liu's old house? !

However, when Liu Xiahui glanced again from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw two pairs of shoes next to the shoe cabinet.

One pair is obviously the style his third uncle often wears, but the other pair is obviously a stranger's...

who is it?

Really Li Qingzhou? !

But how could Li Qingzhou be in Liu's old house?

Liu Xiahui frowned. Could it be that Li Qingzhou came to the old house to discuss things with the third uncle?Other than that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

However, the third uncle has never brought business affairs to the old house to deal with.

Liu Xiahui couldn't help being puzzled.

He didn't change his shoes, and just entered the living room with a bag of famous wine—looking around, there was a fruit plate, two cups, and desserts on the coffee table in the living room.

Uncle San usually doesn't eat desserts.

There seemed to be an inexplicable emotion spreading in Liu Xiahui's chest, it was complicated, and it was hard to tell what it was.

He walked upstairs instinctively——

At this time, in the study, Li Qingzhou had just listened to Liu Bohuai's thoughts.

That was the eternal pain in Liu Bohuai's heart.

——Liu Xiahui's father, Liuzhouhe, died to save him.

In that car accident, Liu Bohuai was protected by Liuzhouhe, the front of the car was crushed, Liuzhouhe's legs could not move, but Liu Bohuai was pushed out with his hands.

Liu Bohuai staggered to his feet, wanting to find someone to rescue him.

However, just as he insisted on walking a certain distance, a scorching force swept from behind him.

Liu Bohuai fell to the ground and turned his head—Liuzhouhe was sitting in the car, being engulfed by flames before his eyes.

The flames, thick smoke, scorching heat, and scalding made Liu Bohuai's eyes hurt, and it was also a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of for a while.

Up to now, although Liu Bohuai has long since woken up in the middle of the night, he still stays up all night on the day of Liuzhouhe's death.

"Ahuai..." Li Qingzhou walked up to Liu Bohuai, and was hugged by him and sat on his lap.

"Huh?" Liu Bohuai responded in a low voice.

Li Qingzhou leaned her head on Liu Bohuai's shoulder, put her hands on her chest, and was immediately held down by the other hand.

Then, one of his hands was drawn to his mouth and kissed lightly.

Li Qingzhou's eyes were flushed by this kiss, he said in a soft voice, "Ah Huai, hug me, kiss me..."

[Woo...my Ah Huai, I want to comfort you. ]

Liu Bohuai hugged him tightly, and then kissed him from the forehead, between the nose...to the chin.

He tasted the tender red petals, and after he branded a kiss on his chin, he wanted to kiss his neck.

However, a sudden sound from outside the door interrupted him.

Li Qingzhou was also a little frightened.

He and Ahuai should be the only ones in the Liu family's old house. Was there someone outside the door just now? !

——The little man in the bubble hugged himself in fright.

Liu Bohuai patted Li Qingzhou, hugged him and stood up, frowning, the door of the study was not closed, and there was a small gap, if anyone could enter the old house, it would be...

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sound like a broken bottle coming from downstairs.

After that, there was the sound of the door closing in a panic.

"Ah Huai?" Li Qingzhou landed on the ground, wanting to take a look outside.

Liu Bohuai grabbed him and led him to the bedside. Sure enough, a car drove away outside the old house—as if fleeing in a hurry...

The author has something to say: Zhou Zhou: Who is who?

Huaihuai: Eldest nephew.

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