A Marriage in Mistake: Sir, Please Control Yourself

He looked around, looking for someone who had just come to worship Long Yaxin.

Long Sihao narrowed his eyes, gazing deep and sharply at the white rose in Lowry's hand, his beautiful face tightened a bit, and his thin lips tightened tightly.

His mother Long Ya loves white roses in front of her heart, because white roses symbolize purity, nobility, and pure love.

And her mother likes to add a purple jiji flower among the ten white roses. Apart from his father Huo Chenfeng and him, few people know.

The person who can send flowers to her like this must be someone who knows her, but who is this person?

Li Xiaoman saw that Long Sihao had been staring at the flower in Lowry's hand, and stretched out his hand to gently pull him down. The clear water eyes looked at him deeply, "Si Hao..."

Long Sihao withdrew his gaze, gazing at Li Xiaoman affectionately, bending his lips softly, holding her little hand and approaching Long Yaxin's tomb.

Immediately, he asked Uncle Cheng to take the prepared bouquet of white roses and jiji flowers, and placed them around Longyaxin's tomb. He clasped Li Xiaoman's small hand tightly, bent down and bowed with her, and then Looking at the tombstone to introduce Long Xiaoxin to Li Xiaoman.

When Li Xiaoman heard that Long Sihao introduced her as his wife and daughter of Long Yaxin in front of Long Yaxin's tomb, her little face was dripping with red blood and her heart thumped. When I got up, I was nervous as if I saw my mother-in-law's little wife for the first time.

Su Yi, Lowry, and Uncle Cheng all bowed respectfully.

It is an hour after the worship of Long Yaxin.

Lowry bowed respectfully to Long Ya, then he looked at Long Sihao, frowned, and asked, "President, are you going back now or worshiping you..."

The word "daddy", he didn't say it.

Because all the time, Long Sihao rarely mentioned his father Huo Chenfeng in front of him and Su Yi and Ling Hanye, and he also felt that Huo Chenfeng was a taboo in Long Sihao's heart.

Li Xiaoman saw Luo Rui stop talking, and the clear water eyes looked at him with a trace of puzzlement, "Luo Zhu, why don't you finish talking? Si Hao will go to worship..."

She sighed silently, and suddenly thought that his father Huo Chenfeng's tomb is also here.

Married to the Huo family for a year, she only came here with Huo Yehong and Huo Yunene to worship Huo Chenfeng once, and counting the days, it happened to be his abstinence today.

Long Sihao and Huo Yunene are half-sister, Huo Chenfeng is Huo Yunene's father, naturally his father.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes to Long Sihao, and saw his handsome face tightened a bit, her expression was a bit cold, and her eyes were so deep that she could not see through, she frowned slightly, and vaguely felt that he did not seem to be I really want to worship his father.

She is not very clear about the Huo family, especially the previous generation, she is even more unclear.

She frowned deeply and looked back at the photo of Long Yaxin on the tombstone. She unconsciously compared her with Li Xuehe. No matter how it was compared, Long Yaxin was more temperamental than Li Xuehe. Many beautiful.

The two are simply one in the sky and one in the ground.

At the moment, she didn't quite understand what Long Sihao's father Huo Chenfeng thought at that time. If it was her, she would not divorce Long Yaxin and marry Li Xuehe, who is powerful, unqualified and not recuperating.

She looked up at Long Sihao again, probably understanding why he didn't want to worship his dad. It should be because his dad Huo Chenfeng married Li Xuehe after divorcing his mom.

What surprised her the most was that his parents turned out to be the same day, and she felt that something must have happened.

Perhaps the death of his parents is still a bit strange.

"Si Hao..." She stretched out her slender little hands to interlock with his big fingers, raised her eyes to look at him deeply, her pink lips pursed, and said nothing more.

Long Sihao held her small hand tightly, gazing at her tenderly with tender eyes, and raised another white-skinned hand to pin her hair on her ears behind her ears. Tired? If you're tired, I'll ask Lowry to take you back to the car first."

Li Xiaoman gazed softly at him and shook his head gently, smiled lightly, "I'm not tired, I want to be with you."

Her brief "want to be with him" touched Long Sihao's heart with ease, he pulled her into his arms, lowered her head and kissed her pink lips, narrowed her eyes softly and indulged. Holding her, "Okay! I've seen my mother-in-law, see you again..."

He paused, narrow and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at Li Xiaoman with a gentle smile, then grabbed her slim waist and walked towards Huo Chenfeng's tomb.

Li Xiaoman, who was tightly hugged by him, saw him stop talking, and Xiumei frowned, it seemed that she was right, and he really had a must for his father.

Behind the two of them was followed by Lowry, Su Yi, and Uncle Cheng.

Lorui Tuo held Long Sihao, who embraced Li Xiaoman, with a smile on his face, and said with a lip: "The more I look at the president and Miss Li, the more I think they look like a natural pair."

Seeing Long Sihao and Li Xiaoman being happy together, Uncle Cheng, who has been a housekeeper at Long's house since he was very young, was naturally happy for them.

He looked at Lori with a smile on his face, and nodded again and again: "I also think that the young master and the young lady are like a pair of golden virgins. The young lady is in the spirit of the heavens. It must be very happy to see the young master so happy."

Behind him wearing glasses, Sui Wen's Su Yi heard him and Lowry's words. The slender ink eyebrows covered by the oblique bangs slightly frowned, and the black and white pupils under the lens tightened slightly, slightly pursed lips. It's almost undetectable, it's very small, and it has a little weirdness that can't tell the road.

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When Long Sihao led Li Xiaoman to Huo Chenfeng's tomb, he saw that Huo Yehong, Huo Yunene, Li Xuehe, Xia Lin and Linsao were all there.

Not only they, but a dozen bodyguards not far away.

With Huo Yehong, these bodyguards should protect him.

Li Xuehe saw them first and saw their intimate arms around her, a flash of contempt flashed in her eyes, ironically, "Si Hao, why are you here now? I thought you all forgot that you still have a dad, so you I haven’t come back to worship your dad for many years, but I have to pray well today."

When the words fell, she looked at Li Xiaoman again with a disgruntled tone, and said in a strange tone: "Miss Li, what are you doing here? Did you go in the wrong place? You and diene are divorced, already It’s not the Huo family anymore, it seems inappropriate for you to come here..."

Huo Yehong saw her talking endlessly, sullenly, with a majestic roar, "Shut up for me, you dare to say one more word, I will drive you out of the Huo family, even if Manman and Yunene divorce, She is also my granddaughter of Huo Yehong, and she came here for granted."

Li Xuehe was immediately reprimanded by Huo Yehong and shut his mouth. He dared not say one more word. He bowed his head properly and squinted fiercely in his eyes. He hated Li Xiaoman even more in his heart, and wanted people to kill her to vent her. Cruel heart.

Huo Yehong looked at her sullenly and snorted, then looked at Long Sihao and Li Xiaoman.

Seeing Long Sihao intimately hug Li Xiaoman, he frowned and concealed a touch of emotion. He stepped forward with a cane and reached out and patted Long Sihao's shoulder, "Go, you have been doing this for so many years If you don’t come back, go and worship your father."

At this moment, when he saw Long Sihao, he would think of Huo Chenfeng, his eyes and face were full of sadness.

His old eyes were wet again, and he looked at Li Xiaoman with a kind smile, "Manman, you go too."

Li Xiaoman nodded lightly and raised her eyes to see Huo Yehong's sad face. She stepped forward and looked at him with comfort: "Grandpa, don't be too sad."

Huo Yehong wanted to hide the sorrow in his eyes, but the grief of losing his son caused tears to flow out of his wet eyes. He pestered his cane and nodded, "Go, grandpa is all right."

Immediately under the help of Linsao, he walked aside, and his eyes were already full of tears.

Xia Lin and Huo Yunene were now in front of Huo Chenfeng's tomb. When they saw Li Xiaoman and Long Sihao coming, Xia Lin looked at them and nodded. After saying hello, they retreated to the side.

When Xia Lin greeted him friendly, Li Xiaoman froze a little, and suddenly realized that Xia Lin had changed a little recently. When she saw her, she no longer said those satires, and she was also more friendly to her, which made her She was a little puzzled and puzzled.

However, Xia Lin’s transformation was not within her concern. She didn’t think about it. She looked up at Huo Yunene and saw that he was still in front of Huo Chenfeng’s tomb, meaning she didn’t want to let go. Raised his eyes to Long Sihao.

Long Sihao still embraces Li Xiaoman's slender waist, narrow and narrow eyes narrowly gazes incomparably at Huo Yunene, who is blocked in front of Huo Chenfeng's tomb, thin lips tight, tight arc and firm and cold .

There was a chill in his body.

And Huo Yunene, who was standing in front of Huo Chenfeng's tomb, seemed to exude chill.

Xia Lin, who was a little closer to Huo Yunene, looked at Long Sihao and Li Xiaoman, then looked at Huo Yunene again, and called out, "Cloudene..."

Huo Yunene held a medical cane under his arm, and a pair of cold and charming ink eyes stared at the photo on Huo Chenfeng's tombstone. His face was tense and his expression was cold, but it was hard to guess what he was thinking.

He coldly hooked the corner of his lower lip, he turned suddenly, and when cold eyes fell on Long Sihao and Li Xiaoman, his left hand squeezed a bit.

"Manman..." When he looked at Li Xiaoman, his cold eyes softened a bit, and with a low voice, he looked at Long Sihao again, and his eyes, which had just softened, became cold and fierce again, and the corners of his lips He mockedly said, "What are you doing here? Why did you come here? You haven't come back once in ten years. Do you still have a father in your eyes?"

Long Sihao seemed to be deliberate, grabbing Li Xiaoman's big hand tightly, and took her whole person into his arms. The narrow and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark eyes glanced at Huo Yunene, thin lips slightly. Hooked up, the voice was clear and cold, "Is there any of him in my eyes, it doesn't matter to you, you just need to let go now."

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