Chapter 852

Siji didn't understand, and I didn't understand either. I just looked at grandfather Fu in a daze and thought, he should be disappointed, but Fu Shenyan didn't come.

When he left, Fu Shenyan felt resentful. He didn't come to see him off. Now his resentment is gone, and it seems that he misses less.

I hold the four seasons, afraid to scare her, calm way, "what are you going to do?"

Without waiting for my reaction, the door of the back seat was opened, and two strong men, standing on the left and right, looked at me and said with no expression, "Miss Shen, come with us!"

I feel confused for a moment, feel out the mobile phone ready to call, but the phone has been robbed.

The door was opened, he was pulled down by two strong men, and then he was tied up and stuffed into the car.

"Ma'am, call the police!" Chen Yi opens his mouth, and the window glass in the driver's seat has been smashed down.

"Pa!" The window was smashed.

I also came back to see two men coming down from the black car, with a wrench in hand, obviously aiming at us.

The car suddenly stops and Siji lies in my arms. Chen Yi calms down and looks at the black car in front of him, squinting slightly.

As soon as the car started, there was a sudden brake sound, which made my eardrum swell.

I smile, "yes!" It's all ordered. It can't be returned.

On the bus, Chen Yi said, "madam, President Fu asked me to book a plane for the evening. Do you think that's ok?"

Seeing me and Siji, he just took a light look, then put on his sunglasses and drove away.

On the way back, I met the cool looking man again. His car was parked in front of the cemetery, with a black cross-country face, cool and domineering.

If both of them are still alive, I'm afraid he will still be indifferent to them and even become a passer-by.

Because it's no longer there, all that remains is guilt and regret.

I always have no way to understand Cheng Junyu. Maybe he has never loved Fu Nanying or Muzi from the beginning to the end. To him, they are all passers-by and full of guilt.

With the four seasons, I don't think about it any more. Muzi's tombstone is up-to-date. Although five years have passed, there are no weeds and no damage. It always looks a little brand-new.

Watching people go away, I can't help but wonder, when did grandma know such a person.

That is to say, there is nothing else.

The man looked back at me and said, "passers-by!"

Seeing the white chrysanthemums and sacrifices in front of the tombstone, I couldn't help looking at the man and said, "Sir, are you..."

Junlang's cool features, with a kind of temperament of refusing people thousands of miles away, looked at me. He didn't open his mouth. He just took a light look at me, then turned around and planned to leave.

The man slightly stiff body, a moment, cold look back to me.

Looking strange, I can't help but go forward and say, "Hello!"

After a circle in my mind, I can't remember for a moment who this person is. It seems that no one knows grandma!

I looked along and saw a tall and slender man, dressed in black, standing in front of grandma's tombstone in awe. Because his back was facing her, he could not see clearly.

Siji pulled me and said, "Mom, why is that uncle in front of the tombstone of my grandparents?"

I don't like to cry in front of the grave. I take Siji to say goodbye to grandfather Fu and go to grandma's grave.

I don't know whether it's good or bad. There is someone crying in front of the new tombstone. I think it's the one who just left. The sadness of the family has not gone away, and it's very hard.

"Only half an hour, please!" The two men spoke, their faces cold.

I was worried that it would hurt Siji. Without too much reaction, I got off with Siji in my arms, looked at the two men and said calmly, "lead the way!"