Loving You As Scheduled

Qin Feimo also raised his eyes unexpectedly. In the past three years, he has never gone to worship her parents.

Because of this, Feng Jinglei hurriedly said, "No, I just go by myself."

Seeing that she couldn't wait to refuse, Qin Feimo's dark eyes sank unconsciously.

"No." Zhuang Yanyan refused, if she is fine, but today her face is not so good, she can't rest assured.

What's more, she also wants to create a chance for them to get along alone, especially this winter. Doesn't it all say that winter is the most romantic season for lovers?

Looking at Feng Jinglei, Zhuang Yanyan said worriedly, "Your complexion is not so good, grandma is worried, anyway, it's on vacation, and Mo doesn't need to go to the company, so let him accompany you."

Feng Jinglei has a very conscious personality. If she knew Qin Feimo didn't want to go, she naturally didn't want to provoke him.

"Grandma, really don't need—"

"That's the decision!" Zhuang Yanyan didn't want to say this anymore, she turned around and picked up the phone on the coffee table, "I'll make a call and see when Jue will be back."

The New Year is almost coming. This year, she hopes that the whole family will be together.

Seeing that she didn't have time to care about herself, Feng Jinglei's voice also stopped, and she inadvertently raised her eyes and glanced at Qin Feimo, just as his eyes collided.

After lunch, Qin Feimo personally drove her to the cemetery.

During the twenty-minute journey, neither of them spoke.

Feng Jinglei looked straight out of the window and noticed that snowflakes were slowly floating in the sky.

"Is it all right?"

Staring at the snowflakes outside the window, his deep magnetic voice suddenly came from the driver's seat.

Her gaze was stagnant, she turned her head and glanced at him, and saw that he was driving the car intently, giving people the illusion that the sentence just now was what he said.

Seeing that there was no response from her, Qin Feimo turned his head and glanced at her, "Your complexion is not very good."

She was startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek.

For some reason, when he asked this, her heart was a little flustered, and she even climbed into a blush.

Does her face really look bad?

"It's okay." She lowered her head and replied softly.

Qin Feimo didn't think much, but thought she was going to worship her parents, so she felt heavy.

When he arrived at the cemetery, looking at the black and white photos of her parents buried together on the cold tombstone, Feng Jinglei's heart was indeed extremely heavy.

Putting a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone and looking at the photos, she said a thousand words, perhaps because Qin Feimo was by her side and could only communicate with her deceased parents in her heart.

She missed them and wanted to miss them very much...

Tears slipped down her eyes inadvertently, and Qin Feimo, who was standing next to her, turned his head slightly. After catching a glimpse of the tears, his mood was also extremely heavy and uncomfortable.

The snow grew bigger and bigger, gradually whitening their shoulders and hair.

If she was alone, Feng Jinglei would probably stay here for a long time, but because Qin Feimo was waiting for him, and it was icy and snowy, she wouldn't be able to stay for too long. It took about half an hour before she turned and left. .

As soon as he turned around, he stretched out a plaid handkerchief facing him.

She stagnated and looked up at Qin Feimo.

"Thank you." Taking the handkerchief, she wiped her tears.

After wiping, I wanted to return the handkerchief, but found that the handkerchief was dirty, so I held it in the palm of my hand again, planning to return it to him after I went back and washed it.

Just as this thought flashed past, suddenly her chest turned over, making her eyebrows unconsciously frowned, followed by a sudden surge of nausea--