my little lover

Chapter 23 is the closing sentence.

He Shen didn't go home for a few days, so Han Ru's training was unavoidable when he came back.After finally having dinner, He Hongyu answered the phone and suddenly became serious.

"What's wrong?" Han Ru put down the small watering pot for watering the flowers, and came to stand in front of him to support him, "Is there something wrong with the company?"

"...Old Ming is gone." He Hongyu sat back on the sofa, stroking his palm back and forth with his thumb.

He Shen raised his head abruptly.

"Why did it happen so suddenly? Then what are you waiting for? Go and have a look." Han Ru made a gesture towards the stairs. The temperature at night was not as good as during the day, so she had to find a thicker dress to wear outside, but she didn't think of anything after a few steps. Come back, "Hong Yu, why don't you go directly. There is no one else in the Ming family except Ming Chen. I'm afraid I'm in a hurry at a time like this. Hurry up and take a look with me."

"Well. You don't have to go, it must be very late when you come back." He Hongyu took the keys and went to the garage. After two horns, the car drove away.

He Shen looks calm on the surface, lying crookedly on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, but in fact he is like an ant on a hot pot in his heart. Ever since his father left the house, he has glanced at Han Ru from time to time.

"What are you looking at!" Sensing his eyes, Han Ru slapped him on the shoulder, and picked up the topic of being fooled before the meal, "You tell mom the truth, arrange a kiss or not!"

"No." He Shen refused happily, turned his back and turned his phone off and on, on and off, not knowing what to play.

"Okay, then don't even think about going anywhere." Han Ru squinted and hated him.

"Mom, I want to go to the hospital." He Shen couldn't bear it anymore, because of his friend's concern, there must be no one around Ming Chen at this time... very pitiful.

He remembered the day when he had a fever, Ming Chen was smoking a cigarette alone on the rooftop with the cold wind blowing, and it was obvious that he was unhappy.

Maybe he is also hiding in a corner and sad alone.

To prevent him from borrowing shoulders from others, He Shen must go there.

"No, why don't you go and cause trouble." Han Ru put down the phone, looked at him intentionally or not, and moved over from the single sofa next to him after a while, and asked straightforwardly, "Do you like men?"

"Ah?" He Shen was caught off guard by his mother's sudden question, and said vaguely: "I don't like a man, and I don't like a woman. You are so old, how can you ask such things out of your mouth... "

"Then what's going on with you and Ming Chen? Your dad can tell. He saw you two hugging with his own eyes."

"What's the matter with joking and hugging among friends? There are even more extreme ones. Okay, don't guess."

"Okay, give me a confirmation letter, you have to arrange a blind date with me. You know the girl, the second girl from the Zhang family in a high school, she looks like a female star now." Han Rubian said I'm going to turn over the photos and show him.

He Shen covered his head in a refusal posture and emphasized again, "I'm going to the hospital."

"You agree to the blind date first, and I'll let you go." Han Ru took a half step back.

"Row."

He Shen unconsciously remembered Ming Chen's indifferent face, and closed his eyes to describe it again.He suddenly didn't want to worry about whether he likes it or not, and it's good for the two of them to be friends.He promised to go again tomorrow morning, but He Shen sneaked away like a thief in the middle of the night.

...

After that, Ming Chen was lethargic in the apartment for a few days before moving normally, washed and dressed as usual before going out.

The maroon suit jacket echoes the dark red shirt, which is high-profile and mysterious, and the corners are cut properly, making him a bit expensive and sexy.

Today is the day of wild cremation and burial in the Ming Dynasty. Many people came one after another. The two sisters of the Sang family stood at the gate of the cemetery to lead the way.

It happened to be a sunny day, and at the west end of the Chang'an Garden Cemetery in the Eastern District, Ming Chen wore a pair of black sunglasses. His decadence faded away, and he looked as indifferent and alienated as usual.

Compared with the serious and solemn ink black of the public, the color of the suit seems out of place. Compared with going to the funeral, Mingchen is more like celebrating a happy event.

When those so-called relatives and friends in the Ming Dynasty came to mourn, he was holding a glass of red wine, and the wind blowing from all sides was so cold to his bones that it couldn't shake him to laugh wantonly.

No one knew what he was laughing at, and everyone was guessing what he was laughing at.

Ming Chen looked around, drank the red wine in the glass, then filled Ming Chaoye's glass, and slowly sprinkled it on the green field in front of the tombstone.

Sun Jie was always by his side, guarding with a half bottle of red wine, and he seemed to understand all the strange behaviors of the other party.

Ming Chen must be extremely dissatisfied, and left without saying goodbye.

"President Xiao Ming, it's almost time, we can go." Sun Jie reminded.Ming Chen has been here for almost a whole day, and he probably didn't sleep last night, it's too much for him.

He handed the wine glass to Sun Jie, his voice was hoarse like a cold, "Go back, I'll go over there to see my mother, you go first."

Scattered black shadows moved down the mountain, chattering voices buzzed, and the media, who were squatting down the mountain with first-hand news, finally couldn't hold back, and sneaked up one by two.

Finally, when Ming Chen was blocked on the way, when Mai Chu came up, the reporter spoke very quickly and asked, "Mr. Ming, the blood relationship between you and Mr. Ming was a mystery before. This time Mr. Ming passed away suddenly, what do you want to say?" Is it? Is it related to you as guessed on the Internet?"

Ming Chen wanted to leave, but when he heard the question, his heart twitched, and he said bluntly: "Since you are a miniature, you still ask? What can I say? I want me to hold a firework to celebrate his death. That's what it means." ?"

"No, that's not what it means..." The female reporter was stunned for a moment, unable to continue speaking inexplicably frightened.

Another male reporter asked, "Mr. Ming, isn't your dress too grand today? Don't you think it's inappropriate to wear it on this occasion?"

Ming Chen: "You have freedom of speech, but I can't dress freely? As long as I'm in a good mood, I think it's appropriate even to run naked."

Reporter: "...You mean, you are in a good mood when your father died, is that so?"

Ming Chen looked directly at him, and suddenly smiled, "Do you speak from your experience?"

"...No, there will be a day when at least I won't be able to laugh." The reporter's microphone was close, and he raised his chin to look at Ming Chen with inexplicable disdain in his eyes.

Ming Chen patted his microphone away impatiently, "If you can't laugh, go back and cry, don't stand in front of me and fart."

"Mr. Ming, how can you scold——"

"Mr. Ming, I would like to ask about the rumors on the Internet that you forced your stepmother away and murdered your father just because you were afraid that your existing wealth would be divided. Do you have any explanation for this matter?"

Ming Chen locked his eyes on another one who was not afraid of death, "Why do you have to explain?"

"Don't you want to clarify? After all, there are so many discussions on the Internet, can you talk to everyone about your truest thoughts on this matter?"

It has been on the front row of hot searches for three days.

#Ming Chen

#Mingchen cold-blooded

#Hundreds of traditional virtues, filial piety comes first

The former chairman of #Mingshi Group passed away

Ming Chen seemed to recall it, laughed, and coldly refused, "I don't want to."

reporter:"……"

Sun Jie came late from the mountain, brought along a few security guards, and easily blocked the reporters.

"This is the cemetery, the place where the dead are buried. Friends from the press, let's accumulate some virtue."

Ming Chen strode away with his hands in his pockets and walked up a long flight of steps to Liang Chenyang's cemetery.The grass on the tombstone was turned into new soil, and two bouquets of fresh flowers were placed. Ming Chen knelt down and stretched out his hand to touch it, but then retracted like an electric shock.

They thought it was right, and Ming Chen also felt that he was one of the murderers who killed the Ming government.

During Ming Dynasty's short life, since Ming Chen could remember, he had only been with him for three years, which is the current three years.

Not pleasant, more of an enemy than a father and son.

Until the end of Ming Chao Ye's life, as his son, all he gave to Ming Chao Ye was the 300cc of blood he got in exchange, not a single drop more.

Outsiders' guesses are not good intentions, but Yu Mingchen is not all bad.It's like he is relying on the evil words of outsiders, the most extreme redemption.

Being scolded for being unfilial with the spine poked, it becomes the same as if there are too many people who say it.Only in this way will his heart of hating the Ming government and the opposition become stronger.

Ming Chen tightened his grip on himself and couldn't forgive this father who had never been responsible. If Ming Chaoye's name was always preceded by the words "Ming Chen killed him", he would have fulfilled his wish.

Since Ming Dynasty's wild cremation, Ming Chen has not shed a single tear, and he is more silent than before.

The few candies Sang Yao gave were the last one left, Ming Chen slowly peeled it off and put it in his mouth, savoring the sweetness spreading.

I finally understand why my younger brother Ming Yang has a soft spot for these sweet and greasy things.When you are in a bad mood, your brain needs a lot of serotonin, dopamine, and adrenaline, and 'sweet' can just meet these needs.

So eating sugar will really make you happy.

He Shen followed his father to see Ming Chen off on his last journey, and finally got rid of He Hongyu. He went down the mountain and then up the mountain. At this moment, he didn't see Ming Chen's shadow after crossing half of the mountain. The dark red color kneeling in front of the stele.

He Shen hugged two bouquets of white chrysanthemums, ran over with big strides, moved closer, then knelt down beside Ming Chen silently, put down the flowers and said to himself, "I'll see Aunt Chenyang...and Uncle Ming. "

Ming Chen was taken aback, looked at him and didn't speak.

"Uncle and aunt, bless Mingchen to go to bed early and get up early every day, to be in good health. It is best to smile more, but don't get wrinkles, bless you." He Shen bowed a few times, propped himself up and looked at him.

"You know?" Ming Chen's face was full of surprise. He said viciously before that he would not bury Ming Chaoye and his mother together, and he did the same to the outside world. He pretended to buy another cemetery far away, and he was bound to die alone. Stay on the other side.However, he kept it from everyone and quietly buried Ming Chaoye beside Liang Chenyang.On one side is a gorgeous empty shell cemetery, and on the other side are two cans of ashes next to each other. This will always be complete...

This was his own concern, but He Shen knew about it.

"You buried the Ming Dynasty in the eyes of others in the East District, and returned the father in your eyes to your mother. Ming Chen, you are such a coward." He Shen changed his posture and knelt beside him, tilting his head to look at him, and said seriously : "Now you don't need to be strong. If you want to borrow a shoulder, I have it here. You can borrow it for as long as you want."

Ming Chen panicked for a moment, because he didn't know when the secret was prying into the bewilderment, and that person was He Shen who he hid and didn't want to touch the most.

He Shen said, "I take back that sentence."

"what?"

"That sentence is never seen again."

The author says:

Tomorrow Wednesday, in line with the update, six days off and one day off, it was originally scheduled not to be updated, but I am afraid that you will forget Ergou.

I haven't saved the manuscript, I will update it too.

Ah~, Ergou was moved to tears.

Finally, goodbye.