The Young Ancestor of Li’s Family Is Fierce and Sweet

I don't know if I'm helping Bai Jingxuan or flattering Master Li. Both are.

Li Tinghe held the diary again and looked good.

He didn't know what color clothes his father-in-law Bai Xiyuan liked to wear before he died. However, he had seen Bai Xiyuan's posthumous photos, and he was indeed personable, refined and gentle.

She has no other man in her heart at all. She just hated the injustice of God for letting her father die at such a young age.

The overwhelming anger finally dissipated.

Although Li Tinghe was particularly jealous of his wife's feelings for Bai Xiyuan, it was not unforgivable because the other party was his late father-in-law.

"Call back the person who was dispatched just now. In addition, inform the young lady that I will accompany her to visit the grave tomorrow." Li Tinghe's face was cold and hard, and his voice returned to a frost-like coldness.

"Yes." He Qiang let out a cold sweat without a trace. I thought to myself, the young lady has escaped a catastrophic disaster.

When Bai Jingxuan received the notice that Li Tinghe was going to accompany her to sweep the grave, she knew that An Ran had passed the barrier. She raised the corners of her lips stubbornly, it was always only whether she wanted to, but there was nothing she couldn't solve.

His brows wrinkled, the pain of the needles on the skin in the previous life, now that I think about it, my scalp feels numb.

Li Tinghe was cruel and ruthless by nature, she didn't resist because she wanted to see him regret it. In the end, he really regretted it and found the best doctor to treat her without leaving a scar.

Now, she has no interest in pulling out his Ni Lin for the time being.

The next day, in the Jiuxianshan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city, among the neatly arranged graves, a pitch-black tombstone stood out. It was engraved with the tomb of my father, Bai Xiyuan. The person who erected the monument was his beloved daughter, Bai Jingxuan.

When Bai Jingxuan was eight years old, her father accidentally fell down the mountain and died.

While her mother was sad, she carried the burden of Bai's enterprise alone. In the same year, because she had no energy to take care of her, or because she had too many shadows of her father, she was sent to France to study, and only returned to China when she was 18 years old. .

Also on the Aegean coast in France, she was rescued by Qin Yuchuan from drowning.

Li Tinghe lit three sticks of incense and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the monument, his voice used to be indifferent, "Father-in-law, don't worry, I will take good care of Jing Xuan."

Bai Jingxuan scolded, although Mrs. Li was favored, she was not as good as she imagined. She took out the notebook and set it on fire together with the ingot paper prepared in advance, "Dad, I got engaged to Li Tinghe the second year after you died. Now, we are married, and he is your son-in-law."

In the previous life, my daughter was ignorant and wrote Qin Yuchuan's love diary in an exaggerated way. You can make do with it below, don't jump up to me in anger.

After sweeping the tomb, Bai Jingxuan stood in front of the tomb for a while, accompanied by Li Tinghe's tall and cold figure.

There are also a large number of bodyguards wearing black clothes and solemn expressions behind them.

The tombs were swept quite pompously.

A group of cars drove out from the parking lot of the cemetery, and Li Tinghe and Bai Jingxuan sat in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce.

"Xuanxuan, you can't think about it." Li Tinghe thought about the diary, she wanted to turn into a cloud, change into a style... to accompany Bai Xiyuan, his heart was aching, he reached out and took her into his arms, "You It's my wife and can't go anywhere but me."

"Okay." She didn't intend to let go of his hand.

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In the next few days, Bai Ruoyao was almost out of anger. After waiting and waiting, she didn't see anything wrong with Bai Jingxuan.

Instead, his right eyelid jumped, always feeling that something would happen.