"Do you want to take sick leave or get out?" asked the head of the Nangong family gritted his teeth.
Follower: "I want to get out."
Nangong Zi pointed to the door, and the follower left, and the head of the Nangong family cursed, "I didn't see Xia Xia and I have a deep relationship, so I have to be here as a light bulb."
After he finished speaking, he continued to hug his wife, and An Kexia was still surprised, "So, at that banquet, you fell in love with me at first sight, and what you said was false?"
"Half-true and half-false, you really looked good that day. I looked at the white dress I was wearing again," recalled the head of the Nangong family.
En Kexia was careless about the banquet and wanted to take out the lollipop, but was confiscated by her mother. "The second child, now the situation is over, and the An family cannot be saved. I have to find someone for you who can protect you."
"Mom, I can protect myself, I'm not in vain for the police."
An Kexia wanted to leave, but she was still attracted by the head of the Nangong family.
"Xia Xia, you haven't changed much at all. How about you in your teenage years? You still look like you in your twenties. I can recognize you at a glance." So on the first occasion, the head of the Nangong family recognized you.
但苦于自己被惨揍的黑历史,他要面子的从未说出口,对谁都说是对夏夏一见钟情.
An Kexia couldn't believe it, but memory wouldn't lie to her.
Before going to bed, she felt incredible.
An Kechun later went to be a tomb guard.
Her decision made the whole family was shocked.
An’s parents didn’t want their good daughter to go to those places, but her parents couldn’t even take care of An Kechun’s decision.
An Kexia also persuaded her sister, "Sister, there is a heavy and cold place, why do you want to go to that place?"
"Pure and avoid the world."
An Kexia told Nangong Zi that she wanted him to come up with an idea.
Nangong Zi was covering the quilt and was about to sleep, "What's the point? If you don't listen to your words, your sister will listen to my enemy."
Sure enough, An Kechun still went to Nangong Weizai's cemetery, a small single room of more than 20 square meters, which became the place where An Kechun settled for the rest of her life.
The cemetery is on the mountain, with a quiet environment and few people come over it.
There were only two people on duty at night, and An Kechun lived in the mountains.
After being familiar with the work process for several days, she got started by herself. An Kexia visited her. The wind was strong on the mountain and it was already winter.
An Kechun pushed her sister and insisted on her going down the mountain, "You are in the late pregnancy, don't run around without any trouble. It's cold here, what should I do if the cold air enters my body? Let's go quickly, I'll go home and see you when I go down the mountain."
"Sister, then tell me what you need here, I'll send it to you." In a few minutes, An Kexia was pushed away by her sister.
On the way down the mountain, Nangong Zi had his thoughts in his heart.
He just took advantage of the two sisters chatting and went up to look at Nangong Wei’s tombstone. It was obvious that people often came over, so there was no need to think about who it was.
"Xia Xia, let me ask you something, do you think your sister and Dean have a chance?"
"Isn't this all over? Dean is at home now, so he probably has come out slowly."
Nangong Zi scratched his head, and An Kexia found something was wrong with her husband. She squinted her eyes and asked, "Why did you suddenly say this?"