Chapter 559 Mo Yanchu's Birthday

"No, it's my fault too. I should have told you from the beginning!" Jiang Xiaoyu cried and said that she was always so cowardly in their relationship. "I was too cowardly. I always asked you to be brave and take the lead, but I was always running away."

"Then what will you do in the future?" Qiao Changye guided.

"No matter what happens in the future, I will tell you first."

"Yes, that's right." Qiao Changye gently stroked Jiang Xiaoyu's hair.

Seeing the two hugging each other and making up, Qiao Qingci felt relieved and couldn't help but smile.

Qiao Changye glanced at his watch, then looked at Qiao Qingci and asked, "Qingci, aren't you spending the evening with Mo Yanchu?"

Why is this the problem again?

Qiao Qingci: "No need, he knows I'm here to participate in Xiaoyu's competition."

"Oh, are you planning to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?" asked Qiao Changye.

The smile on Qiao Qingci's lips froze: "Birthday?"

"Yes, today is Mo Yanchu's birthday. Why, don't you know?" Qiao Changye raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Qingci's smile disappeared completely.

Today is Mo Yanchu's birthday, no wonder so many people are asking whether he will go back for dinner tonight.

But why didn’t Mo Yanchu tell her?

Qiao Qingci suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt.

Jiang Xiaoyu also noticed it and immediately apologized: "Qingci, I'm sorry, it was me who asked you to come to my game. I almost made you miss Mr. Mo's birthday. You should go find him!"

"Okay, I'll be leaving first."

Qiao Qingci left in a hurry and took out her cell phone to call Mo Yanchu, but the man did not answer. She sent a message asking where Mo Yanchu was, but he did not reply.

…

Suburbs.

This is a huge cemetery with various tombstones, and there are very few people here at the moment.

The man's figure stood in front of a tombstone and put down a bouquet of flowers.

He just stood there, not saying a word.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, without even a sound.

Not far away, the assistant looked at Mo Yanchu's lonely and tall figure, and couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

What outsiders see is Mo Yanchu's bright and decisive appearance, but in fact he is just a man who has never felt the love of his father and mother.

Every year on his birthday, Mr. Mo would pay tribute to his parents at the cemetery.

I thought Miss Qiao would be with Mo Yanchu on her birthday this year, but I didn't expect that she would just catch up with Miss Qiao's friend's competition.

well……

"You go back first."

Mo Yanchu spoke, his voice cold and indifferent.

The assistant left tactfully.

The sky was getting darker and darker, with only the street lights emitting a faint light. Mo Yanchu's figure almost merged into the thick darkness. He raised his watch to check the time. It was 12 o'clock in 10 minutes.

His birthday is almost over.

"I'm leaving now. I'll come see you next year."

Mo Yanchu whispered.

Suddenly, there was a dripping sound, and the rain hit his head and shoulders. He looked up at the drizzling rain and whispered, "Don't you want me to leave?"

If only you hadn't died.

But my parents haven't appeared for so many years, and everyone thinks they are dead, even my grandfather thinks so and has erected tombstones for them.

Although Mo Yanchu still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that they were still there, he had to accept reality. He would come here to visit them every year on his birthday.

He hated them. He hated why they left so early and didn't even dare to look at him.

But I hope for them.

Mo Yanchu closed his eyes, exuding a lonely and cold aura.

Suddenly the rain stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, "Looks like I should go."

He turned around and saw the woman in front of him, shock flashing in his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Qiao Qingci felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw the lonely man. He had always been dignified and steady, but he never thought that he would have such a fragile side.

"I came here because I thought you might be here." Qiao Qingci said softly.

She took out an exquisite gift box and handed it to Mo Yanchu, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently on the cheek: "Happy birthday!"

The girl's soft breath still lingered on his cheek. Mo Yanchu looked at her gentle and beautiful face, and his heart seemed to be hit hard.

Qiao Qingci looked at the tombstone in front of him, handed the umbrella to Mo Yanchu, knelt down and kowtowed lightly.

"Uncle and aunt, don't worry, I will stay with Yan Chu from now on." Qiao Qingci said gently.

Mo Yanchu felt an unprecedented strangeness in his heart. He pulled the girl up and hugged her tightly.

She felt like she could hardly breathe.

"Qingci, do you know that doing this will make me even more dependent on you?" The man buried his head in her neck, his voice low and hoarse.

Qiao Qingci hugged him, his voice extremely gentle: "I never thought of letting you leave me."