C20 Today Is the Anniversary of My Mother's Death

Ling Mofann said he would pick me up at three in the afternoon.

I arrived at the bus stop at two-thirty in order to avoid him saying again that I was not very time-sensitive.

Three o'clock was three o'clock, and it was as if the man was counting the seconds.

"Where are we going?"

It was Secretary Zhao who drove the car. Ling Mofann and I sat in the back seat. As soon as he got on the car, the car was enveloped in a layer of the calm before the storm. It was a very strange atmosphere.

I felt so bored, as long as I tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Northern Courtyard." Just when I thought this man was going to ignore my question, he faintly spat out two words.

"Northern Courtyard?" I repeat, isn't the Northern Garden a cemetery? Why would Ling Mofann take me there all of a sudden? I was confused.

There were two magazines in the car. I picked up one of them and saw that it was Ling Qingshan, the one on the left of the cover.

"Our company seems to be changing bosses." I said to Ling Mofann.

I always felt that if I didn't take the initiative to talk to him, he would say that I was very stiff and that it wasn't natural for me to be with him.

The man only replied with an "En" and then ended the conversation.

I sighed. How could this be natural? No matter what I said, he was indifferent. What could I do?

"Do you know who the new boss is?" the man suddenly asked me after a long time.

I turned my head and looked at Ling Mofann.

Ling Mofann leaned against the seat with his eyes half closed. With his legs crossed, the tiredness on his face relaxed a little bit.

"I don't know." "No," I said.

He suddenly opened his eyes. His eyelids seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist. He stared at me without making a sound. I started to get nervous again.

"Your new boss is me." he said slowly.

"Huh?" I nearly lost my jaw in shock, like a thunderbolt striking me in the head. My brain seemed to shatter, leaving nothing behind.

Ling Mofann said in a flat tone: "You are my wife, it's good to know in advance that you are mentally prepared."

I was still deep in the unacceptably truth that Ling Mofann was about to become my big boss. I turned a deaf ear to Ling Mofann's words.

At the North Garden, Ling Mofann took my hand.

I was a little unnatural, but I couldn't shake it off.

Ling Mofann was holding a bunch of fresh flowers. The secretary behind him took the wine, and after the secretary poured the wine, he placed it in front of the tombstone. Ling Mofann half squatted and put the flowers down.

There was a picture of a woman on the tombstone. She looked very young, and just by looking at the photo, one could tell that she must have had a very elegant and dignified temperament when she was alive.

Ling Mofann never said a word from the beginning to the end.

This woman should be Ling Mofann's mother. In the photo, the woman's facial features were soft and beautiful. If one looked carefully, they looked a little similar to Ling Mofann.

On the way back, Ling Mofann didn't say a word to me.

I didn't know what to say, so I just stayed silent.

When he got home, it was already seven in the evening.

I showered and turned on the computer, ready to finish the project.

When I heard the knock on the door, I thought it was the butler, because I told him not to come down to the dining room for dinner that night and asked him to bring it straight up.

After opening the door, I saw Ling Mofann carrying a plate of food outside. I hurriedly took the plate, "Mr. Ling, why is it you? Sorry, but tonight I …"

"I'm fine." He cut off my thoughts, said the gentleman. Then he stepped into my bedroom.

He must have had a bath. I could smell the same bath on him as mine, and his hair wasn't blow-dried, it was still wet and dripping.

"Mr. Ling, do you want me to help you blow on your hair?" I said to him.

He seemed to be thinking, but at the same time he didn't quite understand my motives for saying this.

I stood there laughing dryly. "After you wash your hair, don't blow it. It's easy to get a headache."

I explained to him rather awkwardly.

He did not agree, but neither did he refuse.

I stood there for a long time, but he didn't answer. I went into the bathroom, got a hairdryer from the sink, and plugged in the wire.

"Mr. Ling, are you usually like this?" At this moment, his hair was a bit messy, unlike his usual meticulous style. His forehead had a few strands of hair, which no longer hung down, making him no longer look as lofty and aloof as he usually did. Instead, he seemed a bit more approachable.

However, I was still very nervous in my heart. I fiddled with the ends of Ling Mofann's hair. I didn't even dare to touch his scalp.

"Today is the day of my mother's death." He raised his head, as if recalling my question just now. His eyes were very deep, and his tone was extremely calm. "Are you saying that I don't often blow my hair?"

"Ah, that's right. After washing your hair, do your best to dry your scalp. Otherwise, it will be bad for your body." I was still thinking about what he had said before, but I unconsciously let the rest of the sentence slip away from me.

"Mm, in the future, help me blow the whistle. This is what a normal couple should do, so you don't have to be nervous." Ling Mofann said, "The matter about the bracelet last time has been investigated. It was secretly placed in your bag by the waiter. He should be under Yan Wanxi's instruction. You should be careful from now on."