After a pause, Huang Fuzheng said, "Jing, in a few days, your mother's death day will be. Then you can send a bunch of flowers to your mother instead of your grandfather."

Huangfu Jing Leng Leng, a sour breeding from the bottom of his heart, the whole body fleeing, strong grief swept his whole person.

He looked at the old man who was eating an apple, but the action of eating an apple was obviously slow for several beats.

No one can understand the pain of a white haired man sending a black haired man. No one can realize the pain of his father's cheating and his mother's death when he was young.

When my mother died on the operating table, my grandfather also fell on the operating table.

If he didn't worry about taking care of the young one, I'm afraid my grandfather would fall ill on the operating table with his mother.

These years, grandfather's health is getting worse, he did not go to his mother's grave.

Huangfujing knew that grandfather didn't love his mother, but he loved her deeply, so he didn't want to see her gray photos and cold tombstones.

He moved over and sat down next to huangfuzheng. Suddenly he reached out and hugged him. He said: "grandfather, you still have me by your side."

"Don't worry, my grandfather won't go up to your mother and grandmother until I see my family and business."

After all, Huang Fuzheng was old. After a short rest on the sofa, he went back to sleep.

Huangfujing, on the other hand, was dazzled by the oil painting with a gold framed picture in the corridor.

In the portrait, a very beautiful woman is dancing in the sea of flowers with the wind. The wind blows up her skirt and scatters her hair. It is extremely beautiful with laziness and charm.

It was his mother, a beautiful but fateful woman.

……

Saturday.

Xi Muhan is good with Huangfu. He will bring his girlfriend to dinner today.

Yu Qiqi thought about it and got up early to clean up.

After washing, she began to pick clothes in the cloakroom.

Pick over pick over, Yu Qiqi feel dissatisfied, think these clothes are not suitable to go out.

After all, today, she is going to see the elder with the male god. She must leave a good impression.

Yu Qiqi couldn't find out, so he ran downstairs and invited his designer Mommy.

"Mommy, I'm going to visit a respected teacher. What do you think I should wear?"

Yu Xinya looks at her daughter and rubs her chin into the cloakroom.

When it's cold, Yu Xinya takes out a pair of grey leggings, a pink British dress and a pink Beret for her daughter.

When Yu Qiqi puts on his clothes and comes out of the cloakroom, Yu Xinya's eyes immediately flash a surprise.

Her baby daughter is born beautiful.

Standing in front of the dresser, she waved to Yu Qiqi, "come on, Mommy, get your hair."

With such clothes and hats, it's best to curl your hair with a curling stick.

Yu Qiqi's face has a congenital advantage. She is beautiful without powder. Moreover, she is still young. If you make up for her, it will not only be ugly, but will destroy the natural beauty.

After finishing her hair, Yu Xinya put her hat on Yu Qiqi's head again. "Look, are you satisfied?"

Yu Qiqi looked at the beauty in the mirror without blinking.

She was like a lady from the British aristocracy, with lazy curly hair scattered behind her head.