A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 815: Amnesia, I heard I was divorced?



Chapter 815: Amnesia, I heard I was divorced?

"Why did you save me? You're the biggest fool in the world, sacrificing yourself for others. I'm alone and have no ties. Why didn't you think about your wife and children before you jumped..."

Huo Yan talked for most of the night and got tired, so he sat on the ground and was depressed.

A chilly wind blew from the mountain, and all around was pitch black. Only the roadside was bustling with people and had streetlights, but the light was very dim.

In the past, Huo Yan would not dare to come to the cemetery alone late at night, even in the bright sunshine.

But now that I'm here, I don't feel any fear at all. I just look around numbly.

She knew that she was afraid and she didn't dare to come to such a place.

But if she didn't come to see Lu Zeng before dark, she would have no chance.

I thought my heart would have a little feeling, even a little bit, but there was still nothing.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Is this a terminal illness that has cut off all feelings and love?

Wiping tears from his face.

"I should be heartbroken and sad, but I don't feel it. So why are my tears flowing?"

The wind was strong on the mountain, and Huo Yan felt numb all over from sitting. He finally got up and shook his body.

A little drunk, he whispered goodbye to Lu Zeng in a low voice, his voice quite cheerful.

"Then I'll leave. I'll come to see you secretly in the future."

Huo Yan looked at Lu Zeng's tombstone and whispered:

"Good night, Lu Zeng."

He asked softly on the stone tablet and whispered:

"You are my most beloved friend in this life. Rest in peace."

Huo Yan walked down the mountain. The shadows of the trees were mottled and swayed in the howling cold wind, like evil spirits with bared fangs and claws.

Huo Yan looked at everything around him calmly, and subconsciously pricked up his ears to listen to the movements around him. His heart was beating a little fast, probably because he was scared.

I can't feel it, but the body's perception is still there.

Huo Yan walked out very carefully. The cemetery here was even larger than the one in Kyoto. He walked through the cemetery for a long time before he walked out and then walked down the mountain along the mountain road.

Huo Yan was confusedly thinking, if someone suddenly jumped out at this moment, patted her on the shoulder and said something like "Friend, you stepped on my arm", would she be frightened?

If that were the case, she should be able to feel fear, right?

After going down the mountain, she still had a long way to go, so there was no need to expect to get a taxi. Just as she was thinking about it, a taxi came and stopped in front of her.

"Miss, where are you going? Do you need a car?"

Huo Yan widened his eyes. A ghost driver?

The phone had a flashlight on, and the bright white light shone directly over. The driver blocked it and asked again:

"Do you need a car? I'm going home to sleep after work."

“Using…”

Huo Yan was filled with suspicion. It was 3:40 in the morning, so an empty car passing by occasionally in the city was fine, but near this cemetery...

Huo Yan had goose bumps all over her body. Her body was normal, she just had no emotions. Her body could feel the cold and heat, and had the necessary instinctive reactions.

"Miss, are you getting in the car or not? If not, I'm leaving." The driver yawned and urged again.

Who wants to go out in the middle of the night?

Huo Yan saw the driver yawning, thinking he must be very sleepy. Dead people shouldn't have these reactions, right?

I got on the bus and said, "Go to the high-speed rail station, South Station."

The driver started the car, and Huo Yan asked bravely:

"Um, Master, why are you here so late at night?"

But don't tell her that you live upstairs, otherwise she will definitely jump out of the car.

"I just sent the cemetery keeper over. He's right in front. Let's drive around and see if there are any passengers coming along the way." The driver said simply.

Huo Yan was immediately relieved. It turned out that he was sending the gardener back. No wonder. Fortunately, it was okay.

After the car drove into the city, Huo Yan's tense body finally relaxed. When they arrived at the train station, there were still two hours before they could get on the train.

Huo Yan bought some food and sat in a chair in a daze. He had a headache, probably because of the alcohol and the cold wind.

The driver who took Huo Yan to the station drove out, stopped at the intersection, walked towards the car that had been following him all the way, slowly rolled down the window, and whispered.

"Sir, the lady has arrived at the station."

The man inside threw some money to him. The driver happily took it and drove away.

After Huo Yan returned to Kyoto, he stayed indoors and didn't go out. He didn't see anyone, including Ali, Guan Jiaren, Qian Ziang, the Jian family, etc.

*

Zhuang Zhoucheng had a rare chance to sit quietly at the Zhuang family's old house. Although it was not a family meeting, all the Zhuang family members showed up in unusual numbers.

Zhuang Zhoucheng had just sat down when Qin Chen and Zhuang Qianyao came to visit.

Shi Zhenlin had a bad reputation outside and he really didn't dare to appear in front of Mr. Zhuang, so he was not there.

"I heard I was divorced?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly broke the seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

The family looked at each other. Zhuang Zhoucheng stretched out his long legs and looked at his father indifferently.

"Father, why did I get divorced?"

"That woman has someone else outside. I'm not telling you for your own good." Old Master Zhuang said in a deep voice:

"Why are you asking this for no reason? Tell me, Lin's daughter, what do you think? Are you satisfied or not? If you are, let's find a date to get married."

Qin Chen and Zhuang Qianyao smiled calmly and did not interrupt at this time.

Zhuang Zhoucheng brought the topic back to the topic again and asked:

"How was the divorce handled? How much was given?"

"Uncle, my aunt-in-law was kicked out of the house with nothing." An Jinyu couldn't help but interrupt.

Not only did you kick him out of the house, you also took away everything he had, leaving him humiliated and losing all his face. You took away his design copyright and personal property, and almost forced him into a dead end!

Ji Wuwei's gaze softened. This was his uncle's usual tactic, pushing people into a desperate situation and then asking them to beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, this time he pushed the person away with his own hands.

Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned slightly and lowered his voice a lot.

"Even if we divorce, the woman who followed me must not be wronged. Wuwei, remember to hand this matter over to Assistant Li. Give her what she deserves and don't let anyone bring bad reputation to the banker's house."

"Brother, my sister-in-law is dead." Zhuang Qianyao reminded in a low voice.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at Zhuang Qianyao with cold eyes, then immediately turned to Qin Chen with a serious and rigid expression.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

"..."

Qin Chen was stunned. What did his elder brother mean by pursuing him so relentlessly?

"Probably dead."

Qin Chen's words were a little lacking in confidence. He had been able to use that method to stop the old man at the beginning, but those words obviously could not convince Zhuang Zhoucheng.

"Then compensate her family in her name." Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a deep voice.

He glanced at Ji Wuwei again and asked, "Did you remember that?"

"Yes, uncle." Ji Wuwei responded immediately.

Although my uncle is still as cold as before, he seems to be more humane.

Zhuang Zhoucheng turned to the old man again and said, "The Lin family, the Li family, the Zhao family...it's all fine. Just pick one that suits you best. You can set the date any time."


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