"It's best if you don't see him then, if you do, stay away from him." Huo Jingting hugged her hand tightly, and while agreeing, he remembered another thing, "It's almost his birthday, you can accompany me back that day." ”

Gu Nanqiao didn't react much for a while, who this "he" was, and asked in a daze, "Whose birthday?" ”

As soon as I finished asking, I caught the two words of the second half of his sentence and went back.

Where else could he say he would go back?

"Yes......" she bit the corner of her mouth and asked a little embarrassed, "Is it your father's birthday?" ”

She knew that the relationship between their father and son was not good, but as a junior, she was not good at calling him by his first name, so she could only ask like this.

Huo Jingting's thoughts flew out of the distance, and he nodded casually, "Hmm." ”

As soon as she mentioned his family, her thoughts involuntarily turned to Mu Wanhua.

Gu Nanqiao thought about it, and still mentioned it to him, "Since your mother is still alive, don't keep that tombstone...... After all, it is unlucky. ”

Huo Jingting didn't speak again this time.

He felt very irritable, but he felt a little at a loss.

Just as he was distracted, Gu Nanqiao's small face came over again, "Can I ask you a question?" ”

He swept his gaze at her, "Huh? ”

Gu Nanqiao had mixed feelings in his heart, "I went to the cemetery with you last time...... The other person, who is it? ”

She didn't know who it was, but seeing how he valued it so much, she guessed in her heart that it must be someone who was particularly important to him.

But he never mentioned it to her, and she was a little curious about it, wanting to know a mystery.

Gu Nanqiao just asked out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished asking, he saw that his face suddenly sank, and the softness disappeared without a trace in an instant, suppressed by that gloomy aura.

She looked at him and saw that the temperature in his eyes was getting colder, "Shouldn't I ask?" ”

As he spoke, he hugged his waist tightly, and his voice lowered unconsciously.

Huo Jingting looked at her eyes without the slightest emotion, and he didn't answer.

"Forget it, you didn't ask me."

Since he didn't want to answer, there must be an unspeakable reason, and she couldn't force him to confess.

Huo Jingting opened his eyes, was silent for a while, and then suppressed the gloomy aura, he raised his hand to touch her face, and his face gradually calmed down, "Xiao Qiao, I don't want you to know about those things." ”

Those years were the most chaotic years of his life, there was blood and killings, all the dirty things happened, and he didn't want her to know about them.

Gu Nanqiao pursed the corners of his lips, it seemed that he really didn't plan to say it.

The people buried there must also occupy a lot of place in his heart, right?

Otherwise, why would he have such a gloomy face when he heard it.

Gu Nanqiao bit down on his chest, "I guessed, there must be your little lover buried in there." ”

Her half-joking, half-serious tone finally alleviated the gloomy atmosphere in the lower room, Huo Jingting touched her somewhat messy hair, "Nonsense, my little lover is just you." ”

After speaking, he leaned into her ear and laughed lowly, "The little husband is also for your own use." ”

"Badass."

Huo Jingting hugged her and leaned back, "It's not bad, I don't believe you to check it." ”

Seeing that he began to deviate from his words again, Gu Nanqiao couldn't help but smile and scolded, "Three or two sentences can't do without this topic, you can't be a hooligan." ”