Holding a bouquet of white flowers in his hand, wearing a well-fitting black suit, he poured out the handsome faces of all beings, and stood at will, that is, he was as noble as an emperor.

The man in front of him, isn't it Leng Zimo? !

Lu Haohe didn't dare to look at him, not only was his voice trembling, but his whole person was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Cold ...... Mr. Leng ...... You...... How did you get here? ”

Could it be that he discovered their conspiracy?

Thinking of this possibility, the back of Lu Hao's shirt was instantly wet with cold sweat.

"I'll offer a bouquet of flowers for Xiaoqian and take the things away by the way." Leng Zimo walked down the cemetery, "Lead the way!" ”

It turned out that it was for Luo Xiaoqian to come over, Lu Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and led the way in front, but he didn't dare to go in the middle, just slipped away, like a dog.

From the entrance to the grave, less than a kilometer away, Lu Hao's suit was already wet with cold sweat.

Last time, although Leng Zimo did not let him go to prison, during the week he was detained in the detention center, he was beaten and beaten every day, and that week was simply like hell.

Now, seeing Leng Zimo, how could he not be afraid.

Walking forward and placing the flowers in front of the tombstone, Leng Zimo nodded lightly, which was considered a salute, and his eyes fell on the brown box placed on the side.

"Everything is there?"

"It's all here, it's all here!" Lu Hao wiped his eyes, which were a little spicy and sore because of the mustard oil, "Xiexie, you." ”

Leng Zimo took a step forward, feeling the cold aura on his body, Lu Hao was only frightened and took three steps back, and sat on the ground with his butt.

"Either the shijie disappears in her shijie or, the shijie disappears in this shijie." Looking at him condescendingly, Leng Zimo said in a deep voice, "This is the first time I have reminded you. ”

Bending over to lift the box, Leng Zimo turned around and left, without looking at him again.

Lu Hao sat on the ground and watched the black Mercedes-Benz go away, and then he got up from the ground weakly.

Not far away, in the grove, Qiangzi ran over with a SLR, looked at the black car that was getting farther away, and turned his face to look at Lu Hao.

"Brother Hao, this ...... Why did Leng Zimo come? ”

"Who the knows!" Lu Hao patted the soil on his body, "Let's go, let's go back." ”

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In the small courtyard of the hometown.

Luo Xiaoqian stood in the courtyard and bowed three times in the direction of the Qingsong cemetery.

"Aunt Li, I'm sorry I can't attend your funeral."

As soon as she straightened up, the mobile phone in the living room had already ringed, Luo Xiaoqian trotted over, looking at the landline number from Beijing on it, she vaguely felt a little familiar, and immediately answered the phone.

"Hey, hello, I'm Luo Xiaoqian."

"I'm Leng Lin." On the other end of the phone, it was Leng Lin's calm voice.

Leng Zimo's father?!

Luo Xiaoqian's body immediately stood up straight, "Hello." ”

On the other end of the phone, Leng Lin said directly, "The day after tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, you and Zimo go home together, and we will go to the cemetery together." ”

"What?!"

Luo Xiaoqian was surprised and didn't know what to say.

This invitation was too sudden, wasn't it?

"Ten o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, Babaodi Cemetery, zaijian." On the other side, Leng Lin told the time and place, and hung up the phone directly.

"Cold ......" Luo Xiaoqian listened to the blind voice on the phone, and hung her palms helplessly.

This father and son are really exactly the same, always like this, they come up to give orders, and never consider the feelings of others.

But what does this invitation represent?