Only Feng Rui and Tang Qiaoen were left in the restaurant.

Feng Rui personally served a bowl of soup for Tang Qiaoen: "Qiaoen, eat more."

Tang Qiaoen had not yet recovered from the accident, so he took the bowl numbly: "Thank you, Auntie."

"Do you still call me aunt now?" Feng Rui looked at Tang Qiaoen with a smile.

"Ah, Mom, thank you Mom." Tang Qiaoen finally came back to his senses.

"That's right." Feng Rui stood up: "You eat more, I'll call grandma and Bingbing back for dinner."

Tang Qiaoen sat at the dining table, looking at the soup in front of him, but couldn't swallow a bite.

Marrying Mu Zechuan was her lifelong dream. Logically speaking, she should faint with joy.

But today when she arrived at Mu Mansion from Tianyi, the aura exuding from Mu Zechuan told her that this marriage would never be as beautiful as she imagined!

Mu Zechuan, what are you going to do to me?

Could it be that the sincerity I have shown you for so many years cannot be compared to the dead He Jiayin?

"Okay, if you do something sorry to me one day in the future, then we will die together!" Tang Qiaoen made up his mind.

If there really comes a day, she will drag Mu Zechuan with her to hell! With Mu Zechuan by her side, even if she dies, she will be willing to do so!

Mu Zechuan sped up the car and threw away Lin Yixiang, who had been following him.

After driving for a while, he turned around and drove towards the cemetery.

Passing a flower shop, he stopped the car.

The flower shop girl had never seen such a male god like Mu Zechuan enter the store before, and she couldn't explain her excited words: "First of all, hello sir, what do you need?"

Mu Zechuan looked around and saw that the small flower shop was filled with flowers.

However, he couldn't remember what flowers He Jiayin liked.

After getting married, he never gave her flowers.

He felt heartache, he was really bad.

Sending flowers, dating, being gentle and considerate, he has never done these things before.

As her husband, he had only done her countless harm.

Now that she has gone to another world, she probably doesn’t want to see the flowers he gave her!

never mind.

Thinking of this, Mu Zechuan raised his feet and walked out of the flower shop.

When the flower shop girl saw that such a handsome man was leaving, she felt it was a pity and quickly asked: "Sir, do you want to buy flowers for your girlfriend? If you don't know what to buy, I can introduce it to you.

There are different words for growing flowers, you will definitely find the right flower!”

"Flower language?" Mu Zechuan stopped and turned around to ask.

"Yes!" The flower shop girl was very happy when she saw that Mu Zechuan was not leaving, and introduced her enthusiastically: "If you are giving it to your girlfriend, roses are the best. Pink roses represent first love. Red roses represent first love."

Passionate love. One flower means you are the only one for me, two flowers means there are only you and me in the world..."

"Roses?" Mu Zechuan stopped in front of the large cluster of roses.

He remembered the rose he secretly picked for He Jiayin after the rain ten years ago, and the way she carefully protected it in her hands.

He also didn't expect that ten years later, she would still keep the flower he gave her.

Even if it dries up, I can’t bear to throw it away.

"Do you want a rose? A red rose, right?" The flower shop girl walked up to Mu Zechuan and wanted to get a red rose for him: "Sir, you are really discerning. Red roses are the best thing to give to your girlfriend. Do you want

How many? Ninety-nine represent eternity..."

Forever?

Mu Zechuan had a sad look on his face. He once thought about being with He Jiayin forever and growing old slowly.

But now, she is separated from him.

The flower shop girl was stunned: "First, sir?"

Mu Zechuan came back to his senses: "What flower language did you just say? Does every flower have a language?"

"Yes, sir, some express longing, some express friendship..."

"What flower means apology?"

"Apologise?" The flower shop girl looked at the sadness that had not yet dissipated on Mu Zechuan's face, and felt that the man in front of her must be a man who had experienced many, many stories.

She couldn't help but think of the male protagonists in those movies.

"Yellow roses represent apology. Three yellow roses mean sorry."

"Three." Mu Zechuan lowered his head and muttered: "Help me pack three portions of three."

"Okay, sir." The flower shop girl quickly wrapped the flowers and handed them to Mu Zechuan.

"Red roses, give me another bouquet." Mu Zechuan looked at the words about the number of red roses posted on the wall, and finally his eyes stopped at one place: "My wife, my love."

The flower shop girl was very spiritual and quickly packed fifty-seven red roses for Mu Zechuan.

Mu Zechuan left the money and tip and returned to the car with a large bouquet of roses.

Arriving at the He family's tomb, Mu Zechuan first placed two bouquets of yellow roses in front of the monuments of He Zhenxuan and Yu Linxi, and then knelt down:

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. You married your daughter to me, but I didn't make her happy. I'm sorry."

After saying that, he leaned on the ground and made a big salute.

After the ceremony, he came to the tombstone with He Jiayin's name engraved on it.

First put three yellow roses on it: "Good news, I'm sorry." There is nothing else to say.

He placed the bouquet of red roses in front of the tomb again: "He Jiayin, you are my wife Mu Zechuan. No matter where you are, you are my wife. In this life, I will only love you and not love you."

Fuck someone else."

"You may hate me even more for what I am going to do next, but in order to avenge our children, I must do this." He pursed his lips.

"I know that after I die, I will definitely go to hell. However, even if I have to go to the eighteenth level of hell, I will persevere through mountains of swords and seas of fire. I will still be with you in the next life. He Jiayin, you don't want to

Forget, you must wait for me and don’t forget my appearance.”

*

"Qiaoen, I asked Ma Li to clean up Zechuan's previous room. From now on, you two will live at home." Feng Rui took Tang Qiaoen's hand and said with a smile.

Tang Qiaoen lowered his head and bit his lip, feeling unwilling but said nothing.

"Okay, Zechuan will come back to go through the marriage formalities with you later. Don't worry, there will definitely be a wedding."

"Thank you, Mom." Tang Qiaoen smiled.

The doorbell rang, and Feng Ruixi smiled brightly: "Look, Cao Cao is here." He stood up and went to open the door himself.

Shen Li stood outside the gate of Mu Mansion with an unhappy look on his face.

He complained: "What kind of thing can the boss do? I get married and let him run errands. How can there be such a reason in this world?" Complaining is complaining, but he doesn't dare to do the things that Mu Zechuan entrusts to him.

Don't do it.

"Shen Li, why is it you? Where is Zechuan?" Feng Rui opened the door and saw Shen Li, and couldn't help but ask.

"The president asked me to send the documents." Shen Li handed a file bag to Feng Rui: "As long as Miss Tang signs it, the lawyer will handle other matters."

"Where are the Sichuan people?" Tang Qiaoen also stood up from the sofa.

"The president is very busy, let me handle it." Shen Li tried his best to smile.

Tang Qiaoen's eyes were red. She suppressed the tears that were about to fall and stretched out her hand: "Give it to me and I'll sign."

After signing, she will be Mu Zechuan's wife!

He Jiayin, you are dead, I win!

Hahahahahaha!

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merry christmas!
Chapter completed!