Chapter 157 (1/2)

At the entrance of the cemetery, a black figure came in a hurry, standing behind the silver haired man. Just as he was about to speak, the silver haired man turned and looked at him.

He frowned and looked at Jiang Meilan's tombstone in the direction of the silver haired man's eyes.

The girl in her twenties was dressed in a gray tweed coat and a brown scarf. From the side, she could see that she was not made of powdery materials. She looked delicate and sweet. She squatted in front of the tombstone and shrunk into a small ball, reciting the words of the foreword and the Afterword.

Out of the cemetery, the silver haired man said in a deep voice, ”is this woman the daughter of Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming?”

The assistant behind him frowned. ”According to the investigation, the man on the tombstone is the second man Jiang Meilan married more than ten years ago. She has never had a child with this man named Ling Dongming. This woman should have been brought into Ling's house by her, and it should have been born with her ex husband.”

The silver haired man's eyes flashed a meaningful look, slowly spitting out four words,

”Not necessarily.”

Ye Huanyan squats in front of Jiang Meilan's tombstone until all the Yuanbao are burned to ashes. Then she rubs her red eyes and stands up. After squatting too long, her legs and feet feel numb. When she gets up, she staggers and almost falls down.

It seemed that a hand had helped her. She looked back and looked at the tombstone. Her nose was sour and her tears fell down.

After she left, Ling Han walked out from the direction of Wen Qingwan's tombstone, dressed in a black coat and covered with snow on her shoulders. She went to Wen Qingwan's tombstone, looked down at the bunch of dried flowers, and then looked up at the two tombstones not far away. She looked disappointed.

At the moment, he suddenly resented why Jiang Meilan couldn't get to know Ling Dongming after her mother died of cancer, and even complained about Wen Qingwan's habit of keeping a diary.

Sometimes people can not know too much, know too much, it is difficult to move.

Ye Huan Yan got on the car, snow on his shoulder shaking in the car, was so excited by the heating, suddenly sneezed a few times.

Zhang Bo, who was driving, asked with concern, ”Miss Yan, did you catch a cold?”

”It's OK. It's just frozen. Just go back and have some hot soup.”

Ye Huanyan waved her hand and didn't care too much about her body.

Since childhood, the recovery ability is strong, and many people suffer from serious diseases and minor disasters. With Jiang Meilan, who doesn't care about anything, they have suffered a lot, but they have survived.

The palm of her hand was aching. It was the place she fell on the door frame of her study yesterday. She looked down at the three wound stickers. The smile on her face was forced.

When ye Huanyan came home, he had just caught up with lunch. Ling Han came back behind him. He was so dusty that he didn't know where he came from. He didn't ask anyone to invite him. He went back to the house to change his clothes and took the initiative to come to the restaurant for dinner. What's more, he didn't say anything bad. Even when the old lady mentioned the marriage, she didn't know

At most, it's just a frown, not a rebuttal.

A meal, unexpectedly, is a rare happy meal in this period of time, the old lady also ate a lot.

”If every meal can be eaten like this in the future, I won't be upset by you.”

The old lady pointed to Ling Han's nose with a happy look on her face.