The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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In the early morning, Yang Guan shone into the bedroom through the pink curtains, and the two in the bed finally woke up.

He Xiyan rubbed her eyes, and soon she stretched out a pair of white hands like jade. As for the pajamas she wore, she didn't know where they had been thrown.

The atmosphere still retains the ambiguity of last night.

She sat up, her blushing cheeks shy as if they had just done the same thing.

They did have a wonderful night last night.

The way to express love in body language is a beautiful experience. It is also in the process that she can feel that he loves her very much, not just that he wants her. This was the first time she felt a person's love in this way.

I can't tell the feeling, it just feels wonderful.

"Get up, Ye Hao ..." He Xiyan gently patted the man next to him, and a pair of swilly eyes looked at him deeply.

Ye Hao didn't seem to be awake, and blinked a few times before he could barely open.

He Xiyan took all his clothes, shirts, suits, and ties, like business trips. However, she always felt that men's dresses were the most prominent and mature.

She also changed a black skirt and a pair of black leather shoes.

Black is quiet and serious, and it is the color worn during the memorial service.

It was 8:30 in the morning when the two went out. They went to eat breakfast first, then went to the flower shop to buy two bunches of flowers, and then bought some incense for worship.

Her parents were buried on a hillside behind her hometown, more than 30 kilometers from Liuyang, so they had to drive for half an hour to get there.

Along the way, He Xiyan looked at the scenery of her hometown through glass. Her hometown was peaceful and beautiful, with green mountains and green waters. Every hill was lush and there was no trace of vegetation destruction. Because there are many people and few fields, each family here can only be allocated one or two acres of land, and the land is too small, so the local people rarely plant food cash crops such as rice and cotton, but grow vegetables in the field.

At this time, it is a good time for spring flowers to bloom, and one after another canola flowers and golden yellow flowers can be seen in the sky. He Xiyan has a deep love for this land, and every time he comes back, he has an urge to write down these pictures.

The car eventually stopped in front of a small two-story building.

It is a brick building, but no one has lived there for more than ten years. It looks very old, far less than the new small houses and cottages built by other residents here.

He Xiyan got out of the car and pointed to a hill behind the house and said:

"Just behind, it's 70 meters away."

After speaking, I asked Ye Hao to bring the things they brought up the mountain. The mountain road was fairly flat, and the cement road was also repaired, so it was easy to walk. Burials are popular here, and most people die on their own hills.

Ye Hao has not been to famous mountains, but this 100-meter-high hillside is the first. In his eyes, this is not a mountain but a small slope.

A lot of peach trees were planted on the hillside. At this time, it was driving very well. The breeze blew through. The falling trees were colorful and the aroma was pleasant. It made people refreshed.

Sure enough, rural air quality is good.

"Here, Ye Hao ..." He Xiyan pointed to a bifurcated path, through which two graves can be seen not far.

Ye Hao helped He Xiyan carefully came to the grave.

But when they came here, they all froze, surprised you looked at me and I looked at you.