Lin Yiran raised her head and saw large snowflakes falling on the transparent umbrella, which looked extremely beautiful.

Lin Xikai, who was on the side, reacted first. He stood up in a hurry, focusing only on laying in Li Hanxuan's arms.

"Dad!" His soft and waxy voice echoed in the cemetery.

Lin Yiran stood up and promptly reminded him that he needed to be quiet in the cemetery.

Li Hanxuan was wearing a plaid woolen coat. He was about 1.8 meters tall and held an umbrella, which completely covered the snowflakes falling on them.

His bony hands held the handle of the umbrella tightly, fearing that the heavy snow would wet Lin Yiran's hair.

Turning his head to look at the woman in front of him, Li Hanxuan's lips curved into a smile: "You guys also come to see Uncle and Auntie Lin."

Coming to see her parents?

This is the worst excuse Lin Yiran has ever heard.

As for Uncle Lin and Auntie Lin, these two titles made Lin Yiran feel familiar yet strange.

Before they got married, Li Hanxuan always called his parents this way.

After they got married, Li Hanxuan, who was full of hatred, would only call Lin Yiran's father daddy on key occasions.

In private, when Li Hanxuan mentioned his father to her, he would not even mention the title Uncle Lin.

At that time, Lin Yiran lamented Li Hanxuan's indifference more than once.

It is true that he saved the Lin Group, and he has no respect for his father at all.

Lin Yiran pursed her lips, thinking of the past, she felt sad.

She raised her eyelids and glanced at Li Hanxuan, and suddenly remembered that before coming to the cemetery, she had met Bai Jingrou at the door of her home.

Having just met Bai Jingrou, and now Li Hanxuan followed her to the cemetery, Lin Yiran didn't want to think of all this as too much of a coincidence.

That's exactly what happened.

The two of them seemed to have planned it, which caught Lin Yiran off guard.

She turned her back to Li Hanxuan and squatted down again to sort out the food she had brought, without paying much attention to Li Hanxuan.

Her mother loved to eat the egg roll puff pastry made by the nanny at home. Lin Yiran went through great troubles to contact her previous nanny and learned how to make the egg roll puff pastry from her.

I don’t know if it suits my mother’s taste, but this is the only thing Lin Yiran can do now.

The administrator of the cemetery came to check. When he saw Li Hanxuan, he took the initiative to greet him: "Mr. Li, you are here again!"

"Yes." Li Hanxuan responded softly.

He stood there without stepping back. The umbrella in his hand kept blocking Lin Yiran's body, completely ignoring that his clothes were already covered with snowflakes.

Lin Yiran, who was placing egg roll pastries, stopped. What did she hear?

Li Hanxuan, here again?

Why use the word "you"?

She turned back to look at the administrator in disbelief.

The administrator responded quickly. He scratched his head and explained to Lin Yiran, who was confused: "In the past few years, Li always visits his father-in-law and mother-in-law during festivals. Even the weeds growing near the tombstones are

Mr. Li removed it himself. As a son-in-law, Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin will be happy if he has such filial piety."

Lin Yiran turned around and looked at the tombstone with lowered eyes.

So Li Hanxuan did not follow her intentionally today, nor did he have any plan with Bai Jingrou to take advantage of her.

He came to see his parents.

Just as the administrator of the cemetery said, he will come every year and festival...


Chapter completed!