Most of the weight of Hei Jieming's body was placed on Luo Huan, as heavy as a mountain.

Luo Huan tried his best to barely support him.

"Okay, if you feel very uncomfortable, just cry if you want to. There are only two of us here. I won't tell anyone else, boss, don't hold it in." She was so worried and sad when he looked like this.

"I'm fine." He said three words in her ear, and then just hugged her without saying a word.

Luo Huan felt the moistness, burning the smooth skin on her neck.

She took a deep breath and continued to help Heijie Ming calm down.

His eyes fell on the body on the bed that had lost its vitality.

Hei Yaoyue seemed to have fallen asleep, with a smile on her lips and a curved eyebrows and eyes, and always freeze at the most beautiful time.

This is a woman who is as elegant as the wind. Although her fate is too bad, she always lives like a real queen, not happy with things or sad with herself.

Huo Longting, he is not worthy of her.

Perhaps, he never really conquered this woman.

Never.

After a while, outside the door, footsteps were heard, rapid, powerful, and hurrying.

Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked open.

The man who will always let go, will always be cold, will always be careless, will always be the only one, will stand there panting.

"Yaoyue-Yaoyue-" He shouted her name loudly, shouting hard, and shouting hysterically.

Unfortunately, that soft response can never be heard.

Huo Longting was late again. He was planning to stay by Hei Yaoyue's side, but he hurried to deal with it because the Huo family had something to do.

When I came back, it was too late and the dust settled.

He pounced on Hei Yaoyue.

But what was faster than him was Hei Jieming's movements.

Pushing Luo Huan away, he blocked the way, and took Huo Longting's punch when he lost his mind.

"Azun, let me see her, let me see her." Huo Longting murmured.

"Mr. Huo, I will repeat it last time. I am not Huo Zun, I am Hei! Jie! Ming!" After the words, the iron fist came out, and without Hei Yaoyue, Hei Jie Ming was clearly without any scruples.

"Let me see her!" Huo Longting was beaten far away by that punch, and his body was heavily hit on a corner of the flower stand.

The crystal vase, connected with the already half-withered peonies, fell to the ground together.

The bottle is broken and the flowers fall.

"A Zun, are you holding on to your mother? But, think about it, although she has left, she has left as Mrs. Huo after all. She will be buried in the cemetery of the Huo family and enjoy all the treatment of Mrs. Huo. I have tried my best to do it. I owe her nothing to her." Huo Longting didn't know whether he was explaining to Hei Jieming or trying his best to comfort himself. His heart was beating so violently, and as he was jumping, a part of his body seemed to be hollowed out by someone with a knife, and it hurts in a blank feeling.

He covered it with his hands and it became difficult for him to breathe.

"My mother's last words have clearly stated that she will not owe you in this life. Since her death, it will have nothing to do with you. I hope that if there is a next life, I will not meet you again." Hei Jieming cruelly read Hei Yaoyue's wishes, his eyes looked down at Huo Longting.
Chapter completed!