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"I don't want my mother to be sad..kingho" she said in a small voice.

"Well, uncle, like you, doesn't want mom to be sad." Ning Qinghong looked at Qin Manman with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at another person through her small face.

His tone paused and he asked gently, "Can Manman promise me?"

"Okay." Manman nodded her head seriously and whispered, "Manman will try her best to make her mother happy."

As long as she can see Manman happy, Manman will be happy.

While Gu was returning the gift casually, he also noticed what Ning Qinghong was talking to Manman.

But she didn't stop him.

Manman is willing to talk to others as long as the topic is not a bad one.

She won't stop it.

And what she had to do at this time was to return gifts to everyone who came to express condolences to her grandfather.

The funeral ended just before noon.

Gu Boming, Gu Yuman and Huang Yunan had already left after the old man's people who came to express their condolences.

They followed closely behind.

No one else is here.

They don't have to act.

Gu Boming and the others left.

He was casual but didn't leave.

Tang Qingning walked up to Gu Suiran and advised her: "Come on, let's go. It's going to rain. We'll come back to see Grandpa later. Grandpa Gu won't be happy if he sees you so sad."

Gu bit her lip casually, as if she didn't realize how hard she had used it.

He bit down hard, his pale lips turning blood red.

In addition to Tang Qingning, Tang Qingning, An Wan, and Mi Tong stayed with her.

To their concerned faces.

Gu Suiruan shook his head gently and said softly: "Qing Ning, let me stay with grandpa for a while. You can take Manman to lunch first, okay?"

Tang Qingning stared at her pale face and whispered, "Okay."

Gu casually knelt down and put one arm around Manman. She looked at Mr. Gu's tombstone and said softly to Manman: "Manman, call me grandpa."

Manman shouted very obediently: "Grandpa."

She touched Gu Suiran's hand holding her with her little hand, and comforted Gu Suiran in a soft voice: "Mom, don't be too sad. Grandpa wouldn't want mom to be sad."

"Yes. Mom will not be sad soon."

Gu casually twitched the corners of his lips, held Manman in his arms, and said softly: "Your great-grandfather just went to a place first. He is still by our side and will protect mother and Manman."

"Yeah." Manman nodded her little head in understanding, "Grandpa will bless mom and Manman."

"Yes, Manman is good." Gu casually touched Manman's soft hair, "How about Manman and Uncle Qingning go to eat first? Mom will go over and find you later."

"This"

Manman hesitated for a moment. Except for her unconditional trust in Gu Suiran, she kept a distance from everyone else.

Even people you know well can be nervous and shy.

But because she trusted Gu Sui Sui, Manman thought for a few seconds, nodded obediently, and said softly: "Okay, then mom will come to Manman quickly."

Gu casually assured: "Well, mom will go find Manman soon."

Tang Qingning and others took Qin Manman and left first.

Gu Sui Sui was the only one left in the cemetery.

There was also Ning Qinghong who had been standing not far away and did not follow Tang Qingning and the others.

They had not been gone long.

The gloomy sky started to rain lightly.

The rain fell, wetting Gu's long black hair that was tied up casually, and her slender shoulders.

But she didn't realize it, squatting in front of Mr. Gu's tombstone.

Green-white and delicate fingers caressed the cold tombstone.

The cold rain wet her eyelashes, as if no one was around at this time, so she could indulge her emotions unscrupulously.

"Grandpa, Grandpa"

The water droplets on the pale face were either rainwater or tears. A pair of beautiful apricot eyes were very deep in color.

Looking at Mr. Gu's tombstone, his eyes were cold and deathly silent.

She murmured, "I brought Manman back, have you seen it?"

"Grandpa, don't worry about me and Manman. Manman and I will be fine. Don't worry about me anymore. It's my unfilial piety that has made you worry for so long."

"Grandpa" her voice became hoarse as she looked at the kind and kind photo of Mr. Gu on the tombstone. Tears mixed with the rain covered her fair face.

Ning Qinghong walked to Gu Suiran holding an umbrella. The large black umbrella covered most of Gu Suiran's body.

He stood beside her in silence.

Her tall and slender body was like a leafy tree, protecting her.

Seeing her trembling shoulders, he couldn't help but squat down.

Ning Qinghong put his long arms on Gu Suiran's shoulders, wanting to embrace Gu Suiran at this time, but he didn't dare.

He was cautious, afraid that Gu would reject him casually.

"Cat cat."

After all, Ning Qinghong couldn't help it. His arm, which was frozen in mid-air, gently landed on Gu Suiran's slender shoulders.

She gently pulled Gu Ran into his arms.

Normally, Gu Suiran would have pushed Ning Qinghong away, but she didn't. She just looked at the tombstone and suddenly said:

"You know, grandpa really loves me very much. I was a girl when I was born, and Gu Boming liked it very much. He blamed my mother, saying that my mother had a bad belly and gave birth to a girl, but I Grandpa didn’t mind at all and loved me like jewels.”

Gu casually fell into memories, as if she was speaking to the only audience around her, or as if she were speaking to herself:

"When I was a kid, girls liked Barbie dolls. I already had several at home, and I still wanted them, but Gu Boming wouldn't buy them for me at that time. My mother also thought I had too many toys and wouldn't let me buy them. Grandpa, grandpa knew that I wanted dolls, so he bought several for me, and he also made a beautiful dress for my doll."

"Also, every night, before I go to bed, grandpa will read me a bedtime story."

Gu is casually recalling one thing after another.

Ning Qinghong's low and hoarse voice was sweet and consistent with hers. He felt sorry for her: "Yeah. I know."

His big, well-jointed hands on her shoulders tightened slightly.

Ning Qinghong knew that if it weren't for this scene.

Cats want someone to talk to.

She would definitely push him away with special indifference.

He just took advantage of others' danger at that time.

at the same time.

Not far away, separated by a distance of more than thirty meters.

The man in a black coat stood coldly.

Secretary Jin held an umbrella for the man behind him, looking at the man's stern profile and then at the scene in the rain in the distance.

My heart was beating so fast that I almost burst out of my chest.

Secretary Jin clearly saw:

Ning Qinghong held the umbrella for Director Gu thoughtfully, and held Director Gu in his arms, as if he was comforting her in a low voice.

Both of them are famous beauties in the entertainment industry.

Although it was inappropriate for the time, Secretary Jin still felt that looking at it from a distance, the man was tall and handsome, and the woman was slender. The two people in the rain looked unusually well-matched.

Secretary Jin followed Mr. Fu and arrived at the cemetery very early.

It's just that I stayed in the car outside the cemetery and didn't come in.

While in the car, Secretary Jin looked at Mr. Fu with a cold expression and a cigarette between his long fingers.

Smoking one cigarette after another, Secretary Jin thought Mr. Fu would never come into the cemetery.

But after the funeral, they were in the car and saw the condolences leaving one by one, including Tang Qingning.

I just didn't see the guide come out.

"Mr. Fu, I don't seem to have seen Director Gu come out." Secretary Jin asked, "Have you seen Director Gu?"

At this time, it started to rain and the visibility was not very good. Secretary Jin thought that he had missed it and asked.

The man who had been silent and stern had already opened the car door and got out of the car.

The expensive leather shoes were stepped on by the rain, and even the trousers were splashed by the rain, and he walked resolutely into the cemetery.

Secretary Jin quickly took the umbrella from the car and opened it.

An umbrella was placed over the head of the noble man, and he followed step by step into the cemetery.

Who would have thought that as soon as I entered, I would see such a heart-stopping scene.

"Fu, Mr. Fu." Secretary Jin raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Changye.

Fu Changye had a cold aura all over his body, his dark eyes were deep and emotionless, and his jawline curved sinisterly.

His eyes were like a hunting beast, firmly locked on Gu Suiyi.

For a moment, Secretary Jin even thought he saw a flash of ferociousness in Mr. Fu's eyes, with a hint of extreme danger.

Secretary Jin was startled and asked stammeringly, "Should we go up to express our condolences to Mr. Gu?"

He didn't answer. Secretary Jin only asked one question and then held his breath, not daring to ask again.

"No need." After a while, Fu Changye's thin lips curved in a faint and lazy arc, and he sneered.

"I don't want my mother to be sad." She whispered.

"Well, uncle, like you, doesn't want mom to be sad." Ning Qinghong looked at Qin Manman with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at another person through her small face.

His tone paused and he asked gently, "Can Manman promise me?"

"Okay." Manman nodded her head seriously and whispered, "Manman will try her best to make her mother happy."

As long as she can see Manman happy, Manman will be happy.

While Gu was returning the gift casually, he also noticed what Ning Qinghong was talking to Manman.

But she didn't stop it.

Manman is willing to talk to others as long as the topic is not a bad one.

She won't stop it.

And what she had to do at this time was to return gifts to everyone who came to express condolences to her grandfather.

The funeral ended just before noon.

Gu Boming, Gu Yuman and Huang Yunan had already left after the old man's people who came to express their condolences.

They followed closely behind.

No one else is here.

They don't have to act.

Gu Boming and the others left.

He was casual but didn't leave.

Tang Qingning walked up to Gu Suiran and advised her: "Come on, let's go. It's going to rain. We'll come back to see Grandpa later. Grandpa Gu won't be happy if he sees you so sad."

Gu bit her lip casually, as if she didn't realize how hard she had used it.

He bit down hard, his pale lips turning blood red.

In addition to Tang Qingning, Tang Qingning, An Wan, and Mi Tong stayed with her.

To their concerned faces.

Gu Suiruan shook his head gently and said softly: "Qing Ning, let me stay with grandpa for a while. You can take Manman to lunch first, okay?"

Tang Qingning stared at her pale face and whispered, "Okay."

Gu casually knelt down and put one arm around Manman. She looked at Mr. Gu's tombstone and said softly to Manman: "Manman, call me grandpa."

Manman shouted very obediently: "Grandpa."

She touched Gu Suiran's hand holding her with her little hand, and comforted Gu Suiran in a soft voice: "Mom, don't be too sad. Grandpa wouldn't want mom to be sad."

"Yes. Mom will not be sad soon."

Gu casually twitched the corners of his lips, held Manman in his arms, and said softly: "Your great-grandfather just went to a place first. He is still by our side and will protect mother and Manman."

"Yeah." Manman nodded her little head in understanding, "Grandpa will bless mom and Manman."

"Yes, Manman is good." Gu casually touched Manman's soft hair, "How about Manman and Uncle Qingning go to eat first? Mom will go over and find you later."

"This"

Manman hesitated for a moment. Except for her unconditional trust in Gu Suiran, she kept a distance from everyone else.

Even people you know well can be nervous and shy.

But because she trusted Gu Sui Sui, Manman thought for a few seconds, nodded obediently, and said softly: "Okay, then mom will come to Manman quickly."

Gu casually assured: "Well, mom will go find Manman soon."

Tang Qingning and others took Qin Manman and left first.

Gu Sui Sui was the only one left in the cemetery.

There was also Ning Qinghong who had been standing not far away and did not follow Tang Qingning and the others.

They had not been gone long.

The gloomy sky started to rain lightly.

The rain fell, wetting Gu's long black hair that was tied up casually, and her slender shoulders.

But she didn't realize it, squatting in front of Mr. Gu's tombstone.

Green-white and delicate fingers caressed the cold tombstone.

The cold rain wet her eyelashes, as if no one was around at this time, so she could indulge her emotions unscrupulously.

"Grandpa, Grandpa"

The water droplets on the pale face were either rainwater or tears. A pair of beautiful apricot eyes were very deep in color.

Looking at Mr. Gu's tombstone, his eyes were cold and deathly silent.

She murmured, "I brought Manman back, have you seen it?"

"Grandpa, don't worry about me and Manman. Manman and I will be fine. Don't worry about me anymore. It's my unfilial piety that has made you worry for so long."

"Grandpa" her voice became hoarse as she looked at the kind and kind photo of Mr. Gu on the tombstone. Tears mixed with the rain covered her fair face.

Ning Qinghong walked to Gu Suiran holding an umbrella. The large black umbrella covered most of Gu Suiran's body.

He stood beside her in silence.

Her tall and slender body was like a leafy tree, protecting her.

Seeing her trembling shoulders, he couldn't help but squat down.

Ning Qinghong put his long arms on Gu Suiran's shoulders, wanting to embrace Gu Suiran at this time, but he didn't dare.

He was cautious, afraid that Gu would reject him casually.

"Cat cat."

After all, Ning Qinghong couldn't help it. His arm, which was frozen in mid-air, gently landed on Gu Suiran's slender shoulders.

She gently pulled Gu Ran into his arms.

Normally, Gu Suiran would have pushed Ning Qinghong away, but she didn't. She just looked at the tombstone and suddenly said:

"You know, grandpa really loves me very much. I was a girl when I was born, and Gu Boming liked it very much. He blamed my mother, saying that my mother had a bad belly and gave birth to a girl, but I Grandpa didn’t mind at all and loved me like jewels.”

Gu casually fell into memories, as if she was speaking to the only audience around her, or as if she were speaking to herself:

"When I was a kid, girls liked Barbie dolls. I already had several at home, and I still wanted them, but Gu Boming wouldn't buy them for me at that time. My mother also thought I had too many toys and wouldn't let me buy them. Grandpa, grandpa knew that I wanted dolls, so he bought several for me, and he also made a beautiful dress for my doll."

"Also, every night, before I go to bed, grandpa will read me a bedtime story."

Gu is casually recalling one thing after another.

Ning Qinghong's low and hoarse voice was sweet and consistent with hers. He felt sorry for her: "Yeah. I know."

His big, well-jointed hands on her shoulders tightened slightly.

Ning Qinghong knew that if it weren't for this scene.

Cats want someone to talk to.

She would definitely push him away with special indifference.

He just took advantage of others' danger at that time.

at the same time.

Not far away, separated by a distance of more than thirty meters.

The man in a black coat stood coldly.

Secretary Jin held an umbrella for the man behind him, looking at the man's stern profile and then at the scene in the rain in the distance.

My heart was beating so fast that I almost burst out of my chest.

Secretary Jin clearly saw:

Ning Qinghong held the umbrella for Director Gu thoughtfully, and held Director Gu in his arms, as if he was comforting her in a low voice.

Both of them are famous beauties in the entertainment industry.

Although it was inappropriate for the time, Secretary Jin still felt that looking at it from a distance, the man was tall and handsome, and the woman was slender. The two people in the rain looked unusually well-matched.

Secretary Jin followed Mr. Fu and arrived at the cemetery very early.

It's just that I stayed in the car outside the cemetery and didn't come in.

While in the car, Secretary Jin looked at Mr. Fu with a cold expression and a cigarette between his long fingers.

Smoking one cigarette after another, Secretary Jin thought Mr. Fu would never come into the cemetery.

But after the funeral, they were in the car and saw the condolences leaving one by one, including Tang Qingning.

I just didn't see the guide come out.

"Mr. Fu, I don't seem to have seen Director Gu come out." Secretary Jin asked, "Have you seen Director Gu?"

At this time, it started to rain and the visibility was not very good. Secretary Jin thought that he had missed it and asked.

The man who had been silent and stern had already opened the car door and got out of the car.

The expensive leather shoes were stepped on by the rain, and even the trousers were splashed by the rain, and he walked resolutely into the cemetery.

Secretary Jin quickly took the umbrella from the car and opened it.

An umbrella was placed over the head of the noble man, and he followed step by step into the cemetery.

Who would have thought that as soon as I entered, I would see such a heart-stopping scene.

"Fu, Mr. Fu." Secretary Jin raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Changye.

Fu Changye had a cold aura all over his body, his dark eyes were deep and emotionless, and his jawline curved sinisterly.

His eyes were like a hunting beast, firmly locked on Gu Suiyi.

For a moment, Secretary Jin even thought he saw a flash of ferociousness in Mr. Fu's eyes, with a hint of extreme danger.

Secretary Jin was startled and asked stammeringly, "Should we go up to express our condolences to Mr. Gu?"

He didn't answer. Secretary Jin only asked one question and then held his breath, not daring to ask again.

"No need." After a while, Fu Changye's thin lips curved in a faint and lazy arc, and he sneered.

A low-alcohol and magnetic voice slowly overflowed from his thin lips, "Jin Lin, tell me, should I lock up my kitten so that others can't see her or touch her?"

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