Although it makes sense to think this way, Ye Haoxuan's death undoubtedly strengthened Fengyun International's future business path in a disguised manner for Fengyun Liushao, who was an old enemy in the mall.
From the moment Mu Chenfeng entered the venue, his eyes never left Li Xiaoyou.
His face was pale, his eyes were red, dark circles appeared faintly, and the chin on his small face was even more pointed. He clenched his fingers, feeling upset for no reason.
"Why is the expression on Third Brother's face so scary?" Qin Weiran asked Cang Mingye in a low voice.
Cang Mingye followed Mu Chenfeng's sinister gaze and looked over without moving his mind. He asked Qin Xiaoliu a strange question. "Tell me, what will happen if the third brother finds out?"
"How dare you!" Qin Weiran glared at him and kicked him, but he deftly dodged it. "Let's not get involved in this matter. It's good that he can remember it, but are you sure he wants to remember it?"
Cang Mingye thought about the helpless hypnotists telling him that they were rejecting the images that guided their memories, and then he became deep.
Later, Qin Weiran thought that he didn't understand love at that time. If he had understood, his third brother wouldn't have taken so many detours, and he wouldn't have gone round and round and finally lost the love of his life?
Liu Feiyan and Ou Ruoxi supported Li Xiaoyou, each looking sad for their friend. "Xiaoyou, cheer up!"
No one can believe the fact that Ye Haoxuan died young, and it is indeed hard to believe.
But the facts were before his eyes. His body was extremely cold, and his heartbeat had stopped and could no longer beat.
He could no longer raise his hand, hug his daughter, or even touch his own hand.
Li Xiaoyou remembered the day when he held her hand and walked through Wall Street. Apart from his suits and leather shoes, he was as cheerful as a hot-blooded boy. At that time, he was so weak that he almost got hit by a car.
It was Ye Haoxuan's quick eyesight and quick hands that resolved this tragedy. Although she was fine, he suffered a broken arm because of saving her. At that time, he joked that as long as she was safe, it didn't matter if she took his life.
Thinking about it now, Li Xiaoyou couldn't help but cover his left chest, feeling heart-wrenching pain.
Ye Haoxuan, how could you leave me and my daughter without even collecting nine photos?
Finally, her mouth was full of bitterness, and she fainted from being so sad.
Ou Ruoxi and Liu Feiyan were unexpected and failed to help their friend. Fortunately, Mu Chenfeng quickly stepped forward and hugged Li Xiaoyou's limp body.
He pursed his lips tightly, frowned high, and his dark eyes were filled with distress.
Damn it, has she eaten well these days? Why is she so thin?
Mu Chenfeng closed his arms, picked her up horizontally, and carefully placed her in the car.
She didn't know how she got back to the villa, but from the moment she woke up, Li Xiaoyou only looked at Ye Haoxuan's relics in front of her.
Still can't believe the fact that he is dead.
The watch is his, a couple's style that they bought together three years ago. She still wears the same women's model on her wrist, but his... has now become a relic; the cufflinks are his, and she sells them exclusively at Boss.
It was custom-made by the shop; the tie was even equally certain to be his, it was the most retro pattern and color that she personally selected, but now it was stained with scarlet blood.
The clothes, shoes...all belonged to him, and the blood stains on them were all shocking.