However, she always felt that something was missing.

Later, when she was with Qiao Leng and Wang Ping, she suddenly understood that Yu Jinwen did not have that kind of primitive impulse towards her.

Except for the time when she pretended to cough up blood and carried her to the hospital in the Yu Mansion, he had never had any more intimate contact with her. Even when she took the initiative to stick to him, he did not do anything with her.

When you really like someone, don't you want to make her your own?

Qiao Leng and Wang Ping may not love her, but Yu Jinwen definitely does not love her.

He was nice to her just because she had given him "warmth" when she was a child.

But she really wanted to win over and marry him!

If it weren't for Yu Fengjiao's obstruction and Nan Song's intervention, she would have been with Yu Jinwen long ago. Even if he died, she would still get a large inheritance.

Yu Jinwen died, so she wanted to pay homage to him.

Zhuo Xuan cried very sadly, with tears streaming down her face, but she was not that sad in her heart. However, when she saw the photo on the tombstone and Yu Jinwen's handsome face, she couldn't help but cry.

This time the cry was a little bit more sincere.

Especially when Zhuo Yue touched her knee quietly and Zhuo Xuan knelt down in front of the tombstone, the crying became even louder, they were tears of pain.

Zhuo Yue thought to herself: This is an excellent opportunity to perform, how can you not burst into tears?

Her eyes were also filled with tears.

She glanced in the direction of Yu Fengjiao, which surprised her a little.

The woman who was once so proud and domineering now seems to have aged several years instantly. There are several white hairs on her temples, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes cannot be covered. Her whole person is showing signs of decay.

At this moment, Zhuo Yue felt so happy that she wanted to look up to the sky and smile.

Yu Fengjiao, Yu Fengjiao, I never thought you would be here today.

No matter how good your life is, what's the use of it? In the end, you will end up with a white-haired person giving a black-haired person?

I divorced my husband and lost my son. At this age, I am left with only a pair of broken legs. Wow, how pitiful I am.

She couldn't help but touch her belly and felt that this child had come at just the right time.

On the face, she was still very sad, "Sister Jiao, my condolences. No matter what, you must take care of yourself. I believe that Jin's spirit is in heaven, and I definitely hope that you will be well."

Yu Fengjiao ignored her and just pretended she didn't exist.

She had fought with Zhuo Yue for most of her life, and it was enough. She really didn't want to have to quarrel with her in front of her son for the last time.

"Why are you here?" Shen Liushu looked at Zhuo Yue and frowned.

With tears in her eyes, Zhuo Yue turned to Shen Liushu, looked at his face that was obviously much older, raised her hand and touched his face, "Ashu, don't be too sad, I will be with you."

Shen Liushu glanced at the expressionless Yu Fengjiao, took Zhuo Yue's hand away, frowned and said, "Take Zhuo Xuan and leave here quickly."

Of course Zhuo Yue refused to leave, and said sadly: "Ajin doesn't have a woman either. He and Xuan'er have never had a conversation, so let Xuan'er cry for him."

Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu frowned at the same time. Listening to Zhuo Yue's cries, they felt irritated and disgusted. They wanted to have Zhuo Yue dragged away, but they didn't want to embarrass themselves too much in front of so many people.

At this moment, two bodyguards came forward and pulled Zhuo Xuan up without any explanation.

On a cool day, a cold voice said, "Keep her away, don't let her tears stain this place."

The media quickly turned the camera and saw a thin and slender black figure under the big black umbrella. She was wearing a black suit and her whole person was indescribably solemn and cold.
Chapter completed!