This time, she really lived in a gorgeous cage.

"Xunzi, I am going to take care of my brother, you better not to violate his meaning!"

After Huo Li finished, he left.

Lu Chaoyang stood in the same place, did not know what was thinking, until the maid called her, only to return to God, turned to the floor.

After Huo Li left, he went directly to the funeral home.

For so long, my brother finally promised to let his wife settle down.

The news of the death of his wife has been completely blocked, and Lu Chaoyang has also been restricted from action.

These things are not known at the Hora in Kyoto.

My brother is doing this... there must be a reason.

In front of the cemetery tombstone, Huo Yunzhen was set to stand there and watch the black and white photos on the monument.

He deliberately selected a photo of Qiu Ran’s spirit when there was no problem. The gentle woman in the photo now has only one ashes left.

His mother, the only relative in my heart, is gone.

The sky was dark, and the air suddenly drizzled with drizzle. On the side of Huo Li, the umbrella had already been prepared, and it was stretched out and blocked in Huo Yunzhen.

He still stood in front of the tombstone in silence and kept it for a long time.

——

Lu Chaoyang was obsessed with the window, the rain was getting bigger, and the dripping smashed the window, blurring the line of sight.

It’s not too late, she just can’t sleep, watched the night rain, and lay down on the bed until she closed her eyes in the middle of the night.

The next day, she stayed in the house, and she couldn’t go out anywhere. It’s not allowed to ask the company for a vacation.

Even she asked Huo Yunhuan's situation, so people shook their heads instead of answering.

Until the early morning of the third day, when she was still asleep, she was suddenly awakened by a familiar footstep. She sat up straight from the bed and looked at Huo Yunxiao who came in.

"How are you...?" She quickly got out of bed and got out of bed, slowed for a few seconds, and asked again, "Aunt Qiu?"

"I was buried." Huo Yunqi stood beside her, leaned over and looked at her pretty little face, and raised her hand to remove the messy hair in her ear. "Remember what day is it today?"

"Is there a special day?" Lu Chaoyang seriously thought about it and suddenly widened his eyes. "It is the wedding anniversary of my mother and uncle."

Huo Yunxiao touched her little face and smiled at the corner of her mouth. "They had a luxurious celebration party and asked us to attend."

"You promised? Why are you doing so grandly now? They don't know that Aunt Qiu has already... already..."

"Don't mention this matter, anyway, I have promised." Huo Yunxiao suddenly passed her slim waist and went out. "This time you have to dress up well, such a good day, don't give them a lost person."

"..."

Lu Chaoyang was pulled out of the villa in a completely forced state.

She did not expect a professional styling team to sit in a chair and be a stylist and makeup artist.

With a full set of maintenance and makeup, she sat quietly in front of the mirror, looking at the black suit inside the mirror, the well-dressed Huo Yunzhen.

He is still so elegant and handsome, the appearance of the son, and when he first met him in the same year, there is no such thing.

In those eyes, the unsatisfactory and lazy, and his own temperament are very different, and the contrast is different in him, not only does not fit, but adds charm.

He was originally an elegant bad man.

just……

It didn't take long for Qiu Ayi to die. He actually went back to the banquet. Lu Chaoyang couldn't figure it out. A thick uneasiness spread from his heart.