Chapter 409

"You are such a good father. You have gone to the Pacific Ocean." Huangfujing said with self mockery. Ouyang Hao was afraid. He explained quickly, "Jing, it's not like this. Dad just missed it for a while."

"Don't explain. I don't care what you do to me for a long time." Huangfujing interrupted, and his finger fell on the palm print on his face. "This slap is regarded as interrupting the father son relationship between us."

"Jing..." Ouyang Hao was completely flustered.

Huangfujing did not pay any attention to him. He raised his arm high and threw away the rose.

This bunch of roses is too dirty to stay here to sully mother.

Huangfujing turned around and bowed deeply to the tombstone. "Mother, I'm gone. I'll see you another day."

With that, he turns around without a trace of nostalgia. Ouyang Hao looks at Huangfu Jing's cold back, and his eyes flash with a trace of injury.

He looked at huangfujing's back in a daze, until he could no longer see him, and then he sat down on the ground as if he had been exhausted.

He looked nostalgically at the woman in the photo and confessed: "Rong Hui, I didn't mean to be angry with you. I was totally unconscious. I regret it. I've been in a muddle all these years. Until now, I found out that the person I love most is you. "

Ouyang Hao's voice choked, "it's a pity that this love is understood too late. When I repent, you live here for a long time. Even my son regards me as an enemy."

He is running around these days because of Ouyang HaoChen and the company. Yunli still wants to make trouble with him every day. He has been exhausted by his family and the company.

Whenever he was alone in the company, his mind could not help but come up with those days when they were together.

Unfortunately, the woman in the photo only smiles at him, never comforts him, kisses him, shaves his vicissitudes of life, and tells him that she is always by his side.

That gentle woman will never be around him again.

Even their lovely son left him.

"Rong Hui, Jing is our son. Even if he doesn't recognize my father, I'm his father. No one can change that."

Ouyang Hao picked up the roses that Huangfu Jing had lost, picked out some complete ones and put them in front of the tombstone of Huangfu Ronghui and left.

After he left, a girl in a black dress came to the tombstone of Huangfu Ronghui.

The girl gazed at the woman in the picture for a long time, suddenly bent down and bowed, "Auntie, I'm very bold to disturb you. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on the conversation between my uncle and huangfujing. I'm sorry."

Jiang Shanshan straightened up, looked down the mountain and pulled her lips. "I always thought huangfujing was a cynical young master, but I never knew that huangfujing was a member of Ouyang family, or that there were so many secrets hidden under his cynical appearance. Looking at his rough and similar past with me..."

After a pause, Jiang Shanshan murmured, "Auntie, do you think I should treat him better?"

Jiang Shanshan stood quietly in front of the tombstone of Huangfu Ronghui for a while. She didn't leave until the cold wind came.

In the evening, a bleak cold wind blew, the roses were scattered, only the bunch of lilies were still in place, intact.