Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Tang Yu lowered his head and looked at her tearful face, already asleep.

The warm fingertips gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at her silently for a long time before carefully placing her in his arms.

Seventy-seven, tomorrow, it will be all right.

Because you still have me!

He hugged her all night, without letting go, holding her all the time.

When the sky was slightly bright, Pei Qiqi woke up.

When I opened my eyes, my eyes were a little sour and astringent.

Little hand grabbed his yukata, his voice hoarse, "I want to check it out."

Tang Yu pursed his lower lip, "This morning...I will take you there this afternoon."

Tang Zhiyuan took care of everything, Tang Yu did not participate, and Pei Qiqi's identity was not suitable for Zhao Ke's funeral.

Pei Qiqi knew it too, she lowered her head and remained silent.

Tang Yu hugged her for a while, "Don't go to the company in the morning."

She raised her eyes.

"I'll be with you." He smiled slightly.

Suddenly, Pei Qiqi plunged herself whole into Tang Yu's arms, her face was buried on his shoulders, her voice trembled a little, "Tang Yu, our child, can you save Tang Xin?"

"Yes. I will." He patted her, softly comforting: "If one doesn't work, just give birth to two!"

Pei Qiqi looked at him poorly: "I am not a pig."

"Well, I will... turn you into a pig."

Lying on his shoulders again, her voice was soft, "Tang Yu, I'm afraid..."

She was afraid of the people around her, leaving one by one...

She was terrified.

The little hands tightened, holding him desperately.

Tang Yu stretched out her hand and rubbed her long hair, with a quiet voice: "Don't be afraid, we will, we will grow old together, and when the hair is grey, I can still hold you."

Her body was lying softly on his shoulders, her eyes closed, imagining how they were old.

She couldn't believe that they could get old together.

I can't believe that they can go to the end like an ordinary couple.

Tang Yu held her small face with a firm voice: "We will definitely! Qiqi, we will."

He kissed her without any love jade, just pity the little pitiful who kissed him.

All morning, I just stayed with her and did nothing.

In the afternoon, Tang Yu drove Pei Qiqi to the cemetery.

The sky is gloomy.

When Pei Qiqi got off the car, he looked at the boundless cemetery and sighed--

Because Pei Minghe was also buried here, Zhao Ke no longer wanted to see him, and was buried together after death.

Pei Qiqi dressed in black, wearing sunglasses on her pale little face, and holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, followed Tang Yu to the new grave.

The photos used Zhao Ke's fresh research when he was young, and the eyebrows are picturesque and exquisite.

Even if it's just a photo, she can see her publicity.

Pei Qiqi slowly squatted down and placed Bai Ju in front of Zhao Ke's tombstone. On top of it, there was a monument in the name of Tang Xin.

There is no name for her Pei Qiqi.

Yes, in Zhao Ke's heart, there is no such thing as Pei Qiqi.

From beginning to end, I never thought of admitting her.

Slowly stood up, looked at the photo, and she said softly: "If you didn't find me and don't let me leave Tang Yu... wouldn't it be like this?

She would rather never know who her mother is.

"You can never hug me, and I can't call you mother." Pei Qiqi looked at her picture and lowered his head, "But, you never know how much I longed for you."