An hour later, Wen Ning and Zhou Yu appeared at the Eastern Suburb Cemetery.
Wen Ning placed a large bouquet of fresh daisies in front of Zhou Yan's tombstone, and gently rubbed his cold photo with his hand.
The young man in the photo looks a bit like Zhou Yu. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a white shirt, short hair, clean eyebrows and a bright smile.
Seeing that Wen Ning was silent and silent, Zhou Yu stepped forward and grabbed her clothes, whispering: "Sister, don't be sad, my brother won't be happy to see you like this, he likes to see you smile the most. "
Wen Ning closed his eyes, Lu Xue's words that night kept repeating in his mind.
"That bitch must have thought that Zhou Yan fell to his death after jumping off a building. She liked that Zhou Yan so much. If she knew the real cause of Zhou Yan's death, she would be unbearable. I really want to see her in pain."
"In another month, the people related to Zhou Yan's death will come out. Those scapegoats are very poor. Then give her some money, get her on the bed, take some nice photos and put them on the Internet. She She’s already famous, let’s see which school dares to hire her!”
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She must know the truth of the matter. Her Zhou Yan's death will never be in vain!
Zhou Yu said a lot of things later, mostly from the past.
He said that Zhou Yan and Wen Ning grew up together and were true childhood sweethearts. Later, Wen Ning moved away and Zhou Yan searched for a long time before finding Wen Ning's new school.
He also said that every time Zhou Yan went to Wen Ning's school, he would always come back with injuries.
As he spoke, Wen Ning was so lost in thought that he didn't even know that his nails were digging deeply into his flesh.
After sitting in front of Zhou Yan's tombstone for a long time, he went to his mother's tombstone.
What I brought to my mother was a large bouquet of white roses.
My mother loved white roses most during her lifetime, but when she was pregnant with her son, she saw her husband giving a bouquet of white roses to her mistress. She chased the white roses for three streets. The child was gone, and she died of depression. , I couldn’t wait for my own bouquet of white roses until my death.
Therefore, the person Wen Ning hates and despises the most in his life is the third person, and the flower he hates the most is the white rose!
When he came out of the cemetery, it was already noon. From a distance, Wen Ning saw a black Rolls-Royce parked outside.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately distanced herself from Zhou Yu, speaking in a very low voice, "Zhou Yu, go out through the other door and go back to the hospital by yourself."
Zhou Yu also saw the car and was extremely unhappy, "Sister, is that Lu Xizhou's car? Is he crazy?"
Wen Ning lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry about so much, kid, and take good care of yourself. My aunt is here, and he can't do anything to me openly."
Zhou Yu stared at the Rolls-Royce with a cold face, "Sister, you said you would accompany me today."
Wen Ning said: "Zhou Yu, I will help you find the matching bone marrow. After your operation, we will leave here and bear with it for a while."
After saying that, she walked forward quickly without seeing the darkness and coldness in the eyes of the young man behind her.
Before reaching the car, the door of the Rolls-Royce opened. Li Nan stepped out and opened the rear door, "Miss Wen, the mistress asked me to pick you up."
Wen Ning lowered his eyebrows and said in a very soft and thin voice, "My brother-in-law, how does he know I'm here?"
Li Nan looked at the frail girl in front of him, and felt sympathy in his heart. He sighed softly, with a rare sincerity in his voice, "Miss Wen, logically speaking, I'm just a business person, I shouldn't Having said this, I think you should follow the mistress's will, so that you can suffer less. To put it bluntly, you can't dig out his Wuzhishan in the territory of Jingshi, let alone Jingshi. , even in our country Z, if he wants to know where you are, it is just a matter of moving his fingers."
Wen Ning said nothing and got into the car.
When they arrived at Lu Yanci's courtyard house, a sumptuous lunch was set on the dining table. In the white jade vase in the center of the dining table, there was a large handful of white roses, with a faint and dark fragrance that wafted through his breath.
Suddenly I felt suffocated and wanted to run away.
Lu Yanci stood by the window and made a phone call.
Still wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he is slender and tall, cold and noble.
Wen Ning lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him. She tightly grasped her skirt with her soft white hands and called out "Uncle" in a very low voice.
Lu Yanci had no expression, looked at her coldly, said something to the other side of the phone, and then hung up.
He stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes sliding across her pale face and resting on the back of her hand still wrapped in gauze. He said in a cold voice, "The housekeeper said you left without taking your medicine in the morning."
Wen Ning lowered her eyebrows, her thin bangs fluttered on her smooth forehead, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, leaving a small shadow, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly.
She bit her lip and whispered: "Uncle, my mother's death anniversary is coming soon, and I went to see her."
Just when she thought he would do something strange again, Lu Yanci just said lightly, "Let's eat."
Wen Ning looked up at him in surprise, and immediately met his cold eyes. There was a biting chill in them, which made her tremble unconsciously.
She had the illusion that there was nothing to hide, and felt that everything was seen through by him.
She bit her lip and whispered, "It's really my mother's death anniversary."
Lu Yanci's eyes became a little colder, "Wen Ning, do you think I'm so inhumane that I won't let you worship your mother?"
Wen Ning bit his lip, stopped talking, and didn't dare to look at him.
This behavior was tantamount to acquiescence, and Lu Yanci's eyes became even colder.
At this time, the housekeeper coughed lightly and said, "Young Master, the agents of those brands have already arrived and are waiting in the small hall over there."
Lu Yanci withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "In the future, tell the housekeeper about this in advance, and go over to eat now."
Wen Ning always thought that there would be a big disturbance when she came back, but she didn't expect that Lu Yanci would let her go like this.
Li Nan was also eating here. He talked to Lu Yanci about some work matters at the table. Wen Ning was listening beside him. He didn't eat much, and his quiet presence was very low.
When we were almost done eating, the butler brought sweet osmanthus soup with a small cup of Chinese medicine beside it.
The dark concoction made Wen Ning's scalp numb, and even the sweet-scented osmanthus soup seemed no longer sweet.
Lu Yanci glanced at her, then turned to the housekeeper and said, "There is a box of sweet-scented osmanthus preserves in the box I just brought back. Go get it."
After a while, the housekeeper brought over a box of beautifully packaged preserves, opened it, and placed it in front of Wen Ning.
The sweet scent of osmanthus filled the air, and Wen Ning's face looked better.
But when she thought about the taste of this medicine, she still felt frightened. The vomiting last night was too uncomfortable.
She bit her lip and said in a very low voice: "Uncle, how long do I need to drink this medicine?"
Where did he get such a smelly, bitter, and spicy medicine? How many more days are you going to drink?
If she drinks it for a long time, she feels like she will be drugged to death on the spot, and even sweet-scented osmanthus soup cannot save her!
Her delicate eyebrows knitted together, making Lu Yanci's eyes soften a lot.
He put a few pieces of candied fruit on the plate in front of her, and said in a much softer voice, "Put it in your mouth before drinking."
