Loving You Is Hurtful

The car drove for more than an hour and finally stopped.

It is a remote cemetery in the suburbs.

Fu Haochen stopped the car, turned his head, and glanced sharply at Luo Enxi in the co-pilot seat.

This femme-hearted woman, she actually fell asleep—heh!

The man got out of the car first, opened the door on the other side, grabbed the woman's wrist with his big hand, and pulled her off the car seat.

"Luo Enxi, get off the car!" Fu Haochen said coldly.

Luo Enxi wrinkled her eyebrows and was awakened by his rough movements. When she opened her eyes, she was startled and her face was still pale.

When she got out of the car, she realized that he had taken her to the cemetery.

That child is buried here.

The weather in April is still cold at night.

She only wore a thin white shirt, and the cold wind poured in from the neckline, her instinctive hands wrapped around her, but her body still couldn't stop shaking.

"Fu Haochen, what on earth do you want to do? That child is gone, even if you toss me to death, that child will not be there..."

Luo Enxi yelled at Fu Haochen, she really wanted to make him sober.

"You are so embarrassed to mention Xiaoli. If it were not for you, how could that child be gone, and how could Xia Nuan go crazy!" Fu Haochen grabbed her shoulders with both hands, wishing to tear her apart.

There was a sharp pain in the shoulder, Luo Enxi frowned, and then, when the shoulder pain became numb, she stared at Fu Haochen without a word.

Her heart is also numb.

No matter how much explanation, in front of Fu Haochen, it still appears weak and pale.

The next moment, Fu Haochen grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the small tombstone.

There is no picture on the tombstone, only a few words are simply engraved in lower case.

Fu Xiaoli.

Father, Fu Haochen. Mother, He Xia Nuan.

When Luo Enxi saw it, tears flowed from her eyes for some reason.

Then, the man pinched her neck vigorously from behind and pressed her face in front of the tombstone.

"Luo Enxi, remember him, this child who was aborted because of you!" Fu Haochen's voice was cold and merciless, like Satan from hell.

Luo Enxi tugged and staggered a few steps. Her legs fell on the uneven concrete floor, and her knees were aching.

The tombstone is only ten centimeters away from her face.

Father, Fu Haochen.

The four words were magnified before her eyes.

She looked at it and laughed suddenly, with tears in her eyes, but she laughed out loud.

"Luo Enxi, what are you laughing at?" Fu Haochen was even more annoyed by her laughter, pinching her neck harder with his hands.

Luo Enxi was still smiling, but refused to speak.

In fact, both she and grandma knew that this child was not Fu Haochen's at all, but...

It's just that this is a scandal of the Fu family, and they can't tell or tell Fu Haochen.

"Okay, Luo Enxi, are you reluctant to speak? Then you just stay here and confess for this dead child!"

Fu Haochen let go of her, straightened up, glanced at her coldly for the last time, turned around, took a step, and walked back mercilessly.

Luo Enxi's heart sank to the bottom. The nose was sore and swollen, and the tears fell down.

With her hands resting on the concrete floor, she looked at the tombstone up close.

The dark night enveloped the entire cemetery.

The figure of the man has gone.

In front of the empty tombstone, only Luo Enxi was left.

She sniffed, and when she looked up, strange tombstones surrounded her terribly, and she instinctively felt scared and horrified.

Fu Haochen actually left her here alone, he really hates her...