Ding Yiyi looked at the flowers placed in the room and said calmly: "Aunt Lin, I am not kind, and I am also very selfish. When I meet my lover, I also want to tie him tightly to my side."

Lin Ling was not surprised by her words. She just pulled out a bouquet of lilies from the flowers and handed it to her, "Today is the death anniversary of Zhuo Xuan's father. He is in Manyuan."

The whole garden was desolate, the dry branches were blown by the wind, and the strong wind swept the fallen leaves, which flew up and finally fell on the tombstones one after another.

Among the tombstones, a man stood, his black windbreaker rustling in the wind. Occasionally fallen leaves hit his shoulders, but he didn't care. He just stood like a statue, wondering who he was commemorating.

Haizhuoxuan moved. He stretched out his hand to sweep away the fallen leaves that flew onto the tombstone, and his eyes fell on the elegant smiling face in the tombstone.

He stared at the facial features that were 70% or 80% similar to his own in the photo, feeling sad in his heart. He kept growing up and then aging, but his father was always stuck in his best years and was not even qualified to age.

He stood up straight and said calmly: "Dad, I am almost successful. The international shopping mall can no longer be opened. Soon, the entire Ye family will be in financial crisis."

The wind was beating against the fence in the garden not far away, and the fence swayed back and forth, making a long squeaking sound. He raised his head and looked at the distance in confusion, then turned his gaze back to speak, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little more excited.

"Dad, I am about to succeed in my revenge. The Ye family is finally going to be destroyed in my hands. Dad, do you hear that?"

He remembered a crisp sound, and he looked at the smiling person in the photo in surprise. For a moment, he thought it was his father responding to what he did, but soon he discovered that the sound came from behind him.

He turned around, his pupils suddenly narrowed, but his expression was as calm as water, "Why are you here?"

Ding Yiyi stepped back in disbelief, stepping on the flowers thrown on the ground. The petals of the lilies were stained with a trace of mud, making her look helpless and helpless.

They just stood like this, and Ding Yiyi found her voice after a while, "Why do you do that?"

Hai Zhuo

Ding Yiyi leaned forward slightly and explained subconsciously, "No, that's not the case. Nianmo told me that your father died to save you!"

"That's nonsense!" Hai Zhuoxuan shouted, looking at her with red eyes, "How could he say that! My father was obviously trying to save him!"

Ding Yiyi was frightened by his frightening expression, and took a few steps back, looking at him with some surprise. Hai Zhuoxuan suddenly laughed hysterically, and slapped the tombstone while laughing.

Ding Yiyi looked at him. Although he was smiling crazily, for a moment she saw the glistening in the corners of his eyes. When the pain was too painful to express, she could only laugh instead. Suddenly, she was no longer afraid. Ding

Yiyi said calmly: "What are you laughing at?"

Hai Zhuo

Ding Yiyi knew that his hatred for the Ye family had penetrated deep into his bones, but he did not want to give up the last opportunity to explain to the Ye family, "Zhuo Xuan, let's go have a talk with Nian Mo? You have been good friends for more than ten years.

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Hai Zhuo

"I won't let you succeed, I want to tell Nianmo!" Ding Yiyi turned around angrily and walked out.
Chapter completed!