A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 813: The lovely and respectable Lu Zeng is dead

Huo Yan looked at him calmly and asked him in a low voice:

"You tell me this, and then what?"

Qian Ziang took a deep breath and smiled:

"I just hope you can look me in the eye, that's all. Instead of living alone, why don't I live with you so we can have each other's company, okay?"

"I don't need company. I can live well on my own."

Huo Yan walked past Qian Ziang without saying anything else.

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Huo Yan went to the temple and chanted Buddhist scriptures for a few days. He returned to the city about a week later.

Huo Yan bought a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but he was not in the mood to go out and find something to do. He stayed in his small room all day copying Buddhist scriptures and cultivating his body and mind.

Mr. Jian's family extended an olive branch to her and called her several times to ask her to live at their home.

Huo Yan was a little confused. She really couldn't integrate into a family anymore.

She was afraid.

Even the man who once swore that he was the only man in the world who would never hurt her was scheming against her and deceiving her everywhere. She really had no way to open her heart to anyone again.

If you don’t care, your heart won’t hurt.

I don’t want to get involved in anyone else’s life. It’s enough for me to live an ordinary life alone.

Huo Yan held the brush and wrote small seal characters. His handwriting became more and more neat and beautiful. This was the effect of calming down.

Mr. Jian from Shengshi Group came to Huo Yan today.

When Huo Yan heard the knock on the door, his brows subconsciously frowned, undoubtedly being disturbed.

He placed the brush lightly on the inkstone, stood up and went out to open the door.

"Boss Jian, is there something wrong?"

Huo Yan stood at the door, with no intention of inviting anyone in.

Jian Yaomin stood by the door and looked inside.

The address of her place was given to her by the boss Jian Chengyou. Seeing that the place hadn't even been decorated, he immediately said:

"Go live at Jane's house for a while. It's a good opportunity to renovate the house. You should be nicer to yourself when you're alone."

To Mr. Jian, Huo Yan is truly a junior.

After all, her contribution to the group was huge. Without her, the 10 billion yuan project would not have been given to Shengshi Group.

"Let's talk about the decoration later. I don't want to do it now. Mr. Jian, do you have anything else to do?"

Huo Yan asked directly, obviously not wanting to be disturbed.

Jian Yaomin sighed and whispered:

"There have been several calls from the capital asking you to go there again. The fourth daughter of the Zhuang family called personally and said that the master is not doing well."

"Nothing else, Mr. Jian, please go back." Huo Yan said in a low voice.

Jian Yaomin stood at the door, blocking it from closing, and sighed again.

"I know I have no right to interfere in your affairs, but... never mind. You're grown up now, and I believe you can handle your own affairs. Since you don't welcome me here, I'll leave first."

Jian Yaomin said in a deep voice, looking at the thin girl, he felt uncomfortable.

"it is good."

Huo Yan did not try to keep him and waited for him to leave.

When Jian Yaomin turned around, he stopped again and said:

"Mr. Lu's funeral is this weekend. If you don't want to go, forget it. I'm just telling you, I'm leaving first."

"and many more!"

Something in Huo Yan's head exploded.

"Whose funeral?"

Huo Yan walked out the door and stood in front of Jian Yaomin, his eyes wide open.

Jian Yaomin sighed:

"Lu Zeng, Mr. Lu who was with that master, said he passed away two months ago..."

Huo Yan froze in place. Since she woke up, she had heard that the second person had died.

But thinking about Qian Ziang, he laughed again, "It's a lie, it's not him, Dad, you go back first."

Huo Yan turned and went into the room. She didn't want to think too much. Was he going to deceive her with such a lie again and then torture her in every way?

Huo Yan sat down irritably, holding the pen, but could no longer calm down.

Lu Zeng is not Qian Ziang, she cannot ignore such news. Even though she knows that it is 80% fake news, she still cannot remain calm.

I was feeling anxious and restless, pacing around the room like a madman with my chest held high.

Huo Yan couldn't sleep at night. He stayed awake from the darkness until dawn. When he woke up in the morning, he felt dizzy and groggy. He stood against the wall and stood there for the whole morning.

It was around noon when someone knocked on the door.

Huo Yan looked towards the door and walked over numbly to open it after a long time.

Standing outside the door were Wancheng and Suohe. Huo Yan looked calmly at the two giant Buddhas blocking the door.

"What's up?"

Wancheng frowned and said in a hoarse voice:

"Tomorrow is Lu Zeng's funeral. I hope you can go and see him off. We guarantee your safety. As long as you attend, we will escort you to the airport after the funeral and will not let you meet the Zhuang family."

Huo Yan looked at Wancheng with a cold gaze:

"I'm sorry, I don't know you and I don't understand what you are saying."

Wancheng and Suohe immediately looked at each other with strange expressions, probably wondering whether what she said was true or not.

It only took a moment to confirm that she was pretending and was about to lose her memory. Then why didn't Jian Yaomin say anything?

Suo He whispered, "Boss Lu worried about you a lot when he was alive. Even if no one said it, everyone knew Lu Zeng's feelings for you. Because there was an insurmountable person between them, everyone chose to ignore it. But isn't his kindness to you enough to make you see him off to his final journey?"

"You are all a bunch of liars. Whose idea was it to trick me into going to the capital again this time?" Huo Yan asked in a low voice.

No anger at all, very calm.

She knew that she should angrily drive the person away, but her heart felt empty, as if there was nothing.

Wancheng clenched his fist and said urgently:

"Do you think we fabricated this story just to trick you into going to the capital?"

"Ms. Huo Yan, Lu Zeng really..."

After Suo He spoke, his voice changed and became a little hoarse. He stopped talking and at the same time, Wan Cheng raised his hand and patted Suo He's shoulder.

"Forget it, you heartless woman, your conscience has long been eaten by dogs, let's go."

Wancheng turned and left. When Suohe turned his back on Huo Yan, he whispered:

"After waking up, the Third Master forgot a lot of things. At least he didn't remember being married..."

Suo He took a deep breath and said:

"Coming here to find you was a plan between Wancheng and I, and no one else knows about it. It's better if you don't go. If you go, if the Zhuang family finds you, you might be in danger of your life..."

"Excuse me, Miss Huo Yan."

Suo He didn't say much and just strode away.

It was indeed the decision made by Wancheng and Suohe themselves.

During his lifetime, Lu Zeng's heart was completely devoted to her. He worked like a slave for her and let her order him around and scold him at will, but he was happy to do so from beginning to end.

It is impossible to say that a man's feelings for a woman are pure and clean.

Even Lu Zeng himself refused to admit that he had any other feelings for Huo Yan.

Lu Zeng was the first to wake up, but it was only a last gasp of clarity.

After staying awake all night, I hugged my son, asked about the situation of the Third Master and Huo Yan, and then fell asleep peacefully.

But after this sleep, I never woke up again.

When he was found, his body was already stiff.