it's not good. Young Master Chen has run away!""what" The night army was working outside at this time. As soon as he heard the news, he hurriedly asked, "what do you mean" What do you mean by running...Leng Qianxue didn't stay in the ward for too long and left silently.

before leaving, Ye Zhen Ting pulled her and discussed with her: "can you let the child stay and take part in the father's affairs these days" In three days, I will give you Dabao and Sanbao. "

"good." Leng Qianxue readily agreed, but warned, "Don't play tricks!"

"Don't worry!" Night Thunder is exhausted, "I keep my word!"

Leng Qianxue nodded and turned away.

she doesn't like the scene. She wants to be alone.

while driving, she carefully observed her face from the rearview mirror: "Miss Leng, are you all right"

"nothing." Leng Qianxue is very calm, "go to Akiyama Mausoleum Cemetery!"

"Huh" Indifferent and stupefied for a moment, hurriedly replied, "Yes."

Qiushan Mausoleum is the place where Fengqianyang is buried. Later, Leng Qianxue buried Zhu Ma's ashes there.

she once vowed to pay tribute to Zhu Ma with the blood of Night Zhenyun and Ling long.

and my father were also forced to death by Night Zhenyun at the beginning.

this sea of blood is vengeful, and now it can be regarded as revenge.

but Leng Qianxue does not have the slightest pleasure, there is only loss and loss.

the drizzle is slightly cool. Leng Qianxue puts on a trench coat, carries two bunches of lilies to his father's and Zhu's mother's grave, presents flowers to them, and then says to them, "Dad, Zhu Ma, I have avenged you!" You can rest in peace. "

although he said this, Leng Qianxue thought that his father concealed the persecution, but in fact he didn't want her to take revenge. He wanted her to live a peaceful and happy life.

and the last thing Zhu Ma said to her before she died was: "to live, to live."

they all hope that she can live well, and the rest is not important.

Leng Qianxue sighed, whatever. Great revenge has been avenged. It's time for her to go.

this city records too many joys and sorrows, love and hate.

she never wants to come back.

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"Miss Leng." Indifference whispered, "Xiao Cui has come to tell me that the Duke of Louis has come to Haicheng. He must have asked him to pick you up."

No sooner had the voice dropped than Leng Qianxue's cell phone rang. She answered the phone: "Louis!"

"Qianxue, your brother asked me to pick you up. Can I go directly to your house"

"Yes, I'll go back now. See you in Qiu Mingshan!"

"all right, see you later!"

Duke Louis's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.

Leng Qianxue was very calm. She knew that if she strongly opposed it, she could refuse the marriage.

No matter how strong her brother is, he never forces her to do anything.

but Leng Qianxue is really tired of that kind of entanglement of enmity and hatred.

she thought that maybe with Louis, she would let go of all the past and start a new life.

the Duke of Louis is simple and honest, treats people sincerely, and comes from a good family.

and his family has a special place in the French royal family, at peace with the rest of the world, but respected by people.

if you marry him, you can lead a stable life.

this is Leng Difeng's choice for her, the best destination!

Leng Qianxue knew that everything her brother gave her was the best arrangement.

so she accepted it gladly.

on the way back, Leng Qianxue looked out of the window at the drizzle, and many memories came to mind.

the dribs and drabs of her relationship with the night thunder seem to become clear in this rain curtain, but along with the scenery along the way, they are left behind bit by bit.

Leng Qianxue repeatedly told herself in her heart, put it down, it's time to end.

at this time, the hospital.

Night Thunder was arranging the Don's death when he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning and his vision became blurred. He subconsciously reached out to the wall, shook his head, and looked up ahead.

still can't see things clearly.

what's going on

how did this happence. Later, when my brother died, you would rather give it to a young boy than me."(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []) .ush ({});the more you think about it, the more you hate it."I just want to pr...