Lan Lin's expression froze, she stared at the front blankly, but she didn't want to look at her.

"Lan Yanxi, do you want to kill me?

Do it, I have no power to resist now, if you want to avenge grandpa, do it. "

Lan Lin raised her chin arrogantly, even if she was arrested now, she didn't want to show an inferior posture in front of Lan Yanxi.

Lan Yanxi didn't expect that Lan Lin would not repent, she was angry and hated, but she suppressed her anger and said in a very calm voice: "I didn't expect you to admit your crime so happily. I thought you would continue to argue. If you are not guilty, you will definitely find that it is not the words of grandpa, but I wrote it. Do you want to see what grandpa wrote?"

Lan Lin's heart was like being stabbed with a few knives. She turned her head and stared at Lan Yanxi angrily, and gritted her teeth fiercely: "You insidious woman, you actually lied to me?"

"If you're not guilty, are you afraid of being cheated by me?

Lan Lin, you are really damned, you should also read what grandpa wrote. "

After Lan Yanxi finished speaking, she took out the words written by her grandfather from her bag.

Lan Lin didn't dare to take it, but Lan Yanxi threw it in directly: "Look carefully, how did you repay Grandpa's love for you."

Lan Lin couldn't help looking down. Although the light was not bright, she could still see clearly the words written on it. Her heart suddenly tugged. She didn't cry all the way just now, but now she burst into tears like rain.

Lan Yanxi didn't want to see her tears of self-blame and regret, so she turned and left.

Lanlin cried loudly, heart-piercingly.

Finally, the matter of grandpa came to an end. Lan Yanxi left the hospital exhausted and returned home. She originally planned to move to the presidential palace today, but seeing this state, Ling Mofeng couldn't bear to let her go to a strange environment, and delayed it for a few days.

Grandpa Lan's funeral has already been decided, and Lan Bai went to the hospital to go through the formalities in person. As a son, although he said that he would not care about his father's life or death in his life, he still wanted to show his filial piety when he really left.

Although Lan Yanxi wanted to handle it herself, she felt powerless. As a granddaughter, she couldn't overstep her power and perform this filial piety instead of her two uncles.

In the dark night, Lan Yanxi received a comforting call from Mr. Lan and Ling's parents. She has actually accepted this fact, but she will feel very uneasy when she thinks that there will be no grandpa to lead the way in the future, but she also realizes that she has to learn to grow up, and can no longer look at the world with naive eyes like an immature child.

There was the sound of a car turning off outside the gate. Lan Yanxi stood up and saw the door opened. Ling Mofeng took a bunch of flowers in his hand and walked in slowly. Seeing her standing next to the sofa, his handsome face was a little stunned. Then, a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"I thought you were upstairs."

Ling Mofeng couldn't help but asked with a smile, she might have seen him anxiously entering the door just now.

Lan Yanxi also felt a little embarrassed, lowered her head, and whispered: "You called just now and said you were coming back, so I will go downstairs and wait for you."

Ling Mofeng's long body has already walked in front of her, and he handed over a bouquet of flowers in his hand: "This is for you, I hope you will like it."

Lan Yanxi was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised. She actually didn't expect Ling Mofeng to send her such a romantic bouquet. After all, he is a mature man who works so busy every day. He is not a man who engraves romance into his bones. Unexpectedly, he also gave her flowers.

"Of course I like it. I like everything you gave me."

Lan Yanxi pursed her lips and laughed.

"As long as you like it, I'll find you a glass bottle and you can raise it."

Ling Mofeng was inexplicably embarrassed. This bouquet of flowers was specially selected by the roadside on his return trip. He couldn't come forward, so he asked a bodyguard to pick it. It was not a simple bouquet of roses, but also mixed with some other flowers.

Lan Yanxi watched the man in a suit and leather shoes looking for an empty bottle for him, she was slightly stunned, and then felt warm as spring, like this bouquet of flowers in her arms, blooming in the most beautiful season, waiting for those who are willing to pick and give.

Ling Mofeng was a little annoyed, because he didn't seem to find a suitable vase, and what he displayed here were all old things, which didn't match this bouquet of flowers at all.

Seeing him standing there, Lan Yanxi seemed a little anxious, walked over immediately, and said in a low voice, "I'll take a small bucket and raise it first." JrNovels.com