His foot injury seemed to be aching again, so he turned around and limped toward the parking lot outside.
And when he turned around, a woman wearing a white chiffon dress and a beautiful man came out, looking at his leaving back with indifferent expressions.
"His feet are crippled, did you know?"
"Oh? Does that have something to do with me?" Shen Qingqing was holding a handbag in her hand, and the corners of her lips were raised slightly, but when she saw the limping back, a trace of unbearable flash appeared in her eyes. , but soon disappeared.
"You're so heartless!" Ou Qing's words were very soft and indifferent, with a little playfulness, "His feet are lame because of you, do you really not feel sorry for him at all?"
"No!" Shen Qingqing answered simply, then turned to look at Ou Qing, "Didn't my feet become crippled because of him? So it's just cause and effect, retaliation for retaliation!"
After saying that, Shen Qingqing turned around and entered a clothing store facing the street. This is a handmade custom-made clothing store. She chose a black suspender dress, which matched the high-heeled shoes she just bought. Looks very capable.
But Ou Qing doesn't like her wearing such clothes very much. It's too lifeless. He thinks Shen Qingqing will look good in bright red.
But Shen Qingqing chose such a black dress without giving him any chance to refer to it.
Friday came soon. Shen Qingqing wore a black suspender dress and ten-inch high heels. Her hair that reached her neck was pulled up. She was already very beautiful, and she only needed a little care. She is already very beautiful in pink, but her delicate beauty makes people shiver with coldness.
She set off early and asked Ou Qing to drive her to the cemetery first.
Ou Qing saw the small tombstone with black words engraved on it, Shen Jingyuan¡¯s Tomb, and understood that the cemetery in front of him should be the cemetery of Shen Qingqing¡¯s grandfather.
Shen Qingqing placed the flowers in her arms in front of the tombstone, her voice choked and cold, "Grandpa, Ayan, you must protect me in heaven and protect me from taking back everything that belongs to me!"
Ou Qing is a little confused. Grandpa is Shen Jingyuan, so who is this Ayan?
There is only one cemetery here!
"Qingqing, who is Ayan?"
"My son!" Shen Qingqing said lightly, then looked at the small world in front of the tombstone, her eyes instantly turned cold.
When Ou Qing heard this, he understood. It turned out that those rumors were true. Shen Qingqing really gave birth to a child in prison, and the child was Huo Tingxiao's. But why did the child die in prison?
He didn¡¯t dare to ask!
Now that the matter is over, he doesn¡¯t want to expose her scars again!
Just looking at the thin shoulders in front of him, she was obviously a weak woman, but she could resist everything. He sighed slightly, stretched out his hand to hug Shen Qingqing's shoulders, "Qingqing, how did you live during those five years in prison?" It¡¯s painful, isn¡¯t it?¡±
"No matter how painful it is, what is there that I can't bear in my life?" Shen Qingqing's voice was very soft. Then she glanced at the gravesite of her grandfather and Ayan. She brushed away Ou Qing's hand and turned around. Just walk towards the car¡ª¡ª
Shen¡¯s board of directors is currently proceeding in an orderly manner in the conference room on the top floor of Shen¡¯s company.
Shen Yiwei and Xu Ruiqin were sitting on the main seat, and next to them was Xu Youran. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com