From Signing In To Dominate The World

The fragrant grass luxuriant, the green trees form the shade.

In the beautiful cemetery, Chen Liang held a bunch of lilies in his hand, his expression was calm, but he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

Beside him, Xiao Meishu wore a solemn black long dress, which was cut properly, showing her graceful figure perfectly through the curve.

Her long black hair tied together like a cloud, her forehead was covered by a black gauze cap, and she even wore black gloves on her hands.

She was completely black and full of ritual sense. Walking in the park lined with tombstones, if there was no male companion around, anyone would think she was a poor and loyal woman.

Of course, no matter what he thought in his mind, at least Chen Liang deliberately put on a black suit today to show respect for the dead.

As for how the deceased would see him in Quanxia... it was not something he could decide.

Today is not a good day, but the weather is pretty good, cloudy with breeze, making people feel comfortable.

Chen Liang followed Xiao Meishu to a tombstone.

Although he was a hero before his death, Jiang Xun's tomb is no different from other tombstones in the cemetery.

Chen Liang subconsciously looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

His face with Chinese characters is more than 30 years old, his facial features are correct, his eyes are firm and energetic, he can't be said to be handsome, of course, he is not ugly. It can only be said that his looks do not match his deeds and experiences.

Hanging here, there is not that kind of heroic aura of life and death.

"Do you think you are not as handsome as you?"

Xiao Meishu spoke softly and stared at the tombstone.

In fact, death is sometimes not terrible, because once you die a hundred, lying in a piece of soil ten feet square, any disturbance will have nothing to do with yourself.

The hard work will only be the living people.

"A man is not a woman, and appearance is not important at all. Although Mr. Jiang died young, the achievements he has achieved are enough to make 19% of the men in the world fall behind."

Chen Liangdao.

To be honest, this was indeed the first time he saw Jiang Xun's picture, which was different from what he had imagined, but it seemed that the other person should look the same.

Xiao Meishu smiled and took the lily flower from Chen Liang with her gloved hand, stepped forward, and bent over and placed it in front of the tomb.

Her long skirt is already compact, and with the addition of such a bending, the long skirt is tight, which makes the package fit more closely.

It was like just a layer of cloth attached to Xiao Meishu's body, showing a thrilling ups and downs from waist to hip.

Even the full and round shape of the buttocks was unobtrusively exposed in Chen Liang's eyes.

If in other places, Chen Liang might not mind feasting his eyes, but where is this?

The tomb of the dead husband is in front of him.

Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, Chen Liang still had the basic ethics of being a human being. He quickly looked away and kept his eyes on the tombstone as much as possible.

Let the time recorded on the tombstone know that Jiang Xun died four years ago and Xiao Meishu is twenty-seven today.

In other words, Jiang Xun died when Xiao Meishu was 23 years old.

twenty-three.

One year younger than I am now.

Many people have just graduated from college at this age.

"Miss Xiao, how did you and Mr. Jiang meet?"

I don't know if it's self-deception. Chen Liang, who has rarely called Xiao Meishu so politely, actually called Miss Xiao just like the club he had just met.

Xiao Meishu turned her head back, smiling, and asked meaningfully, "What do you call me?"

Chen Liang coughed lightly. Although he didn't have a ghost in his heart, standing here, he was somewhat uncomfortable.

"One day, when I was working in a hotel, I ran into him for a meal. Someone drank too much. He used the alcohol to tease me. He helped me out."

Seemingly seeing his embarrassment, Xiao Meishu didn't embarrass him too much, turned her head again and looked at the tombstone.

"The hero saves the beauty?"

Chen Liang smiled and said, "It's a wonderful encounter."

"The one who molested me is his friend."

Xiao Meishu added.

Chen Liang's smile instantly solidified, and he touched his nose, feeling nothing to say for a while.

"Actually, I am very grateful to him. If it weren't for him, I might still be just a small reception in the hotel."

Xiao Meishu turned her back to Chen Liang, and her voice was neither sad nor happy, just as gentle and calm as the breeze blowing.

In terms of time, Xiao Meishu was only 23 years old when Jiang Xun died, and the time he and Jiang Xun realized they were getting married was certainly not too long.

It must be impossible to say how deep the relationship between the two is.

But Xiao Meishu hadn't looked for it for so many years, and she was already considered loyal.

From twenty-three to twenty-seven, this can be regarded as the best four years in a woman's life.

"You used to be a receptionist in a hotel?"

Chen Liang was a little surprised.

From the first time he gave her a courier, until now, he subconsciously thinks that the other party is the first lady in the scholarly family.

"Yeah, I haven't even attended a serious university. I didn't even go to a junior college after two years."

Although this is not a ugly thing, it is not a glorious thing, but Xiao Meishu seems to have no intention of covering up, and she speaks out her past frankly.

Chen Liang was dumb, then shook his head and smiled.

It's really a hero who doesn't ask where he comes from.

Had it not been for Xiao Meishu's own words, he would have never imagined that this noble and elegant woman hadn't even finished the specialties that year.

"After I met him, I started to take some business classes and learn to do business. It was him who changed my life."

Chen Liang looked at the tombstone.

"If Mr. Jiang knows well, he will be very proud of seeing you become so good now."

Ten years of trees, a hundred years of trees.

But Jiang Xun only took a short time to transform Xiao Meishu from a hotel reception to what it is now, which is enough to see her extraordinary ability.

At this point, Chen Liang feels ashamed.

"He is very serious. He doesn't easily praise people, but he is not so humorous like you."

Xiao Meishu smiled, and couldn't hear any praise or criticism.

Chen Liang was silent.

At this time, footsteps sounded.

Chen Liang turned his head when he heard the sound.

In the distance, I saw two figures walking with each other, a man and a woman, dressed in the same dignified fashion, with flowers in their hands, and they knew that they were also here to mourn the deceased.

Chen Liang's five senses are far beyond ordinary people. Although the distance is still far away, he can tell at a glance that the man is Zhu Guorui.

He was not surprised that Zhu Guorui would come, after all, the other party had also asked Xiao Meishu to come to the grave together, but Xiao Meishu had been ahead of schedule.

But the woman next to Zhu Guorui surprised Chen Liang.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as normal. The neck stretches show items, and the quality is exposed.

The muscles are like snow jade, and the lips are like vermilion.

Isn't it the oiran of Hero Tomb who pitted him one million overnight expenses!

Why is she here?

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