The **** **** spirit is dysfunctional, and now kills her grandmother.

Why are good people not long-lived, and the scourge of thousands of years?

Huo Zhenning's hands covered his face, his throat continued to overflow and choked, and he was as vulnerable as a child.

Lu Chaoyang couldn't bear to overthrow his head but could not persuade Huo Yunxiao.

Although she did not understand the situation at the time, she also guessed that it was inconsistent.

Think about it, if you change to her, she can't easily forgive each other.

How old the old lady loves Huo Yunzhen, how much he loves to respect her, she understands all.

The death of the old lady, Huo Yunzhen is definitely the most painful one.

All comfort is too pale, Lu Chaoyang said nothing, only silently accompanied him.

Three days later.

Mrs. Huo was buried and buried in the tomb of the Huo family.

Many people came on that day. After the funeral, the crowd spread out and left.

Huo Yunzhen still stood alone in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo of the old lady above. The delicate face was pale and there was no blood color. The bloodshot eyes did not seem to have a focal length, and it was calm and almost sluggish.

Lu Chaoyang came over and stood beside him.

Huo Yunxiao did not notice his arrival. His grandmother’s voice and smile appeared in his mind, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

In the meantime, he seems to see her smile on the photo, far away, as if there is a call.

"Clouds."

"Grandma, I am."

He subconsciously answered.

"..."

Lu Chaoyang screamed, tears poured out, could not help but buried his face in the palm of his hand.

A glimmer of glory in Huo Yun’s eyes extinguished, squirming his lower lip and shaking his head with self-deprecating.

He forgot.

Grandma is no longer there.

The two did not know how long they stayed until the twilight came, and Huo Yunxi returned to the old house with a tired body.

He stayed alone in the study for one night.

When the next day came out, the look had already returned to calmness. He called Huo Li and Lu Chaoyang. After he returned to Jingcheng, he plunged into the company.

In the evening, the little guy was out of school, but he did not see the familiar figure when he came back. He curiously asked, "Yangyang, Dad?"

He glared at a pair of watery eyes and looked up at Lu Chaoyang.

"Your father, he..." Lu Chaoyang didn't know what to say. "Grandma passed away, he was in a bad mood."

The little guy stunned his head. "The meaning of passing away is to sleep in the soil. Can you no longer eat and drink? Grandma is so poor."

He is still young and cannot fully understand what death means.

"..."

His cute words couldn't be amused by Lu Chaoyang, and he licked his soft heart. She suddenly remembered that the man who had not eaten in the study day could not help but worry.

"Hey, I go to the kitchen to do something, wait for you to send it to Dad. If he says he doesn't want to eat, you must let him eat it, okay?"

When she went to work, she gave Huo Yunxiao a meal. He either barely tasted a few mouthfuls or shirked him. She really didn't know how to persuade him. She had to pin her hopes on her son.

"Well, but Yangyang don't forget people, hungry~"

"no problem."

Lu Chaoyang made a simple omelet with a seafood soup and personally went to the door of the study before handing it over to the little one.

"Stay steady."

"Well!"

Lu Chaoyang knocked on the door three times and heard the footsteps sounding inside, and immediately flashed to the dark to hide.

Huo Yunqi opened the door and looked at the little one standing outside the door. The calm face floated a little.

The tray in the handle is raised in a small time.

"Dad eats ~"