Jiang Huai was a little nervous, and his fingers started to tremble for a moment. He couldn't stop blinking. After all, he was just a secretary. He never thought that he would be involved in any illegal or criminal matters, but the current situation seemed to be beyond his imagination.

It's so simple.

The man sitting in the driver's seat of another black car dialed the phone number after seeing the direction in which the two men in black got out of the car.

"Master." He called, and the voice on the other end of the phone was shallow, "Well, Lao Wang, how are you?"

"Mr. Cheng's people arrived almost at the same time as us, uh... Miss Wen has also arrived, and Mr. Cheng's people have followed. Do I want to follow?"

Ou Weisheng just thought about it for a moment and then denied it, "Just wait for them to come down, make sure Wen Yanchu is safe, follow them to see where they want to take her, and then report to me."

Ou Weisheng thought of Cheng Yukuan's words. The cunning man said that he just wanted Yan Chu to leave Cheng Ke and would never hurt her.

Is it just Cheng Yukuan? Ou Weisheng sneered at the corner of his lips. How credible is what the old man said?

…

The white marble tombstone stood there quietly, and the two pine trees on both sides were trimmed into neat pagoda shapes. The front of the tombstone was as clean as the tombstone.

This is a tomb built by Cheng Ke for Mi Heng, so there are no family members' names on the tombstone, just a few words.

Miheng's Tomb.

Then there is the year, month and day of death, the year, month and day of erecting the monument. In the lower right corner, there are only two words, Cheng Ke.

It looks very simple and clean. Above her name is a photo.

In the photo, Mi Heng has a soft and gentle smile, with curved eyebrows. No matter what misery and pain she experienced back then, and how tragic her death was, she still smiles softly and sweetly in the photo now.

Cheng Ke lowered his head and glanced at his empty hands, frowned slightly, bent down, lightly brushed his hand on the steps in front of the tombstone twice, then sat down, leaned back and leaned directly on the tombstone.

.

There was guilt in his voice, and he whispered, "A Heng, I'm sorry, I came to see you, but I even forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers. I'm really careless now."

After Yan Chu saw Cheng Ke from a distance, he walked to the cemetery one floor above, then slowly walked to the position above Mi Heng's tomb, found a low bush to hide, and just squatted down,

I heard what Cheng Ke said.

There was guilt and self-blame in his voice, but at first he didn't hear the deep affection that maybe there should have been.

Cheng Ke reached out and took out the pair of gloves from the bag next to him, gently rubbed the dark spots on them that had dried to hardness with his fingers, and let out a long sigh.

"Ah Heng, your gloves...I've brought them to you too." Cheng Ke said this and looked up at the clear sky where his face was rarely exposed. He even stretched out his legs. His slender legs

Stretch forward and sit in a comfortable position.

"I don't know if it's because you're not buried here at all. I always feel that you can't hear what I say to you. Every time I came here before, I always felt disappointed..." Cheng Ke said softly

He smiled, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, "But today I feel that this is okay, because you are not buried here, so you may not be able to hear what I said to you, so maybe you won't blame me.

Bar?"

Wen Yanchu pursed his lips and listened without saying a word, and sat in a comfortable position on the floor.

"A Heng, I'm sorry. I fell in love with someone else. I blamed myself for seven years and felt guilty for seven years. I always felt that I might not be able to get out of this emotion in my life. So, before, I

I just kept running away, and in order to make myself feel better, I always resisted not coming to see you. But I think, in the future, there may be even less opportunities."

Wen Yanchu only felt that his words filled her heart. Wen Yanchu had always been able to understand his feelings for Mi Heng. She liked and loved Mi Heng so much at first, and then lost him like that. She could imagine how painful it was.

But he was planning to let go of these feelings. How could Wen Yanchu not be moved?

She just didn't dare to move. She was afraid that if she moved, Cheng Ke would know that she was here, and then he would find out that she was following him, and he would find out that she didn't trust him... What should he do?

"Ah Heng, I will listen to you. As you said before, I will eat well and sleep well. I will not play or stay up late, and I will no longer act like a child. You wanted me to be more mature in the past. Now I

I have become very mature, so I will also start to think about life very maturely. Ah Heng, I'm sorry, I want to live a good life. My wife Wen Yanchu, she is a gentle and kind person like you, I want to love her well, so

Ah Heng, please don’t come to my dreams again. I have learned to look forward and smile."

After Cheng Ke finished saying this, he reached out and gently touched Mi Heng's name on the tombstone. The expression on his face no longer showed too much sadness, but showed a shallow smile.

"A Heng, I came here this time just to say goodbye to you, and also to... set myself free."

After saying that, Cheng Ke sat for a while without saying a word, as if saying a silent farewell, then stood up, reached out and gently moved away the marble on the tomb, revealing that the ashes were supposed to be placed inside.

It's the location of the altar, but at the moment, there are neatly folded clothes, pants, scarves, and shoes.

Cheng Ke arranged the gloves, put them in with both hands, and took a deep look inside. Then he covered the marble slab and stood quietly in front of the monument, looking at Mi Heng's photo on the monument.

After looking at it for a moment, he said, "Ah Heng, goodbye."

After Wen Yan heard this for the first time, he slightly peeked out from behind the bushes. Looking down, he saw Cheng Ke's back walking towards the stairs. He really didn't stop any longer and went straight down the stairs and disappeared.

Wen Yanchu's vision.

Yan Chu jumped down and walked to Mi Heng's monument. This was the first time that she used her own eyes to see how much Mi Heng looked like as she imagined, instead of listening to what others said.

Looking at the photo on the tombstone, Wen Yanchu was a little stunned. No wonder...

No wonder they would say that, because it really... seems...

Even Wen Yanchu himself felt that they were 60 to 70% similar. His phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw Cheng Ke's number jumping on the screen. At this time, he probably hadn't reached the parking lot yet, right?

Just as Wen Yanchu was about to pick it up, a hand suddenly stretched out from beside her and pressed her shoulder, stopping her movement.

"Miss Wen, if you have time, please come with us."
Chapter completed!