After thinking about it, she couldn't help but frown and said, "Cheng Feng."

"What's wrong?" Seeing her calling herself, Cheng Feng paused and quickly responded.

Yang Yu turned her head, looked straight at him with her eyes, and said hesitantly: "Actually... I am really fine now, and you don't need to supervise me. If... you already have someone you like, we can divorce immediately. You have already paid a lot for me. I can't be so selfish..."

Before Yang Yu could finish speaking, Cheng Feng suddenly stepped on the accelerator and the car drove forward.

Yang Yu exclaimed, subconsciously grabbed the seat of the car, and the car suddenly stopped again.

Cheng Feng held the steering wheel and looked forward with a gloomy eyes. After a while, he turned to look at Yang Yu. A smile quickly rose on his face, which was originally full of haze: "You really think I am Lei Feng, and you want to selflessly devote your life to you!"

"I know, when I really have someone I like, I will divorce you, but now... I hope you don't mention divorce again. You know, divorce at this time will have a great impact on my work."

Yang Yu's mouth squirmed gently, not knowing what to say.

Even though I knew this was Cheng Feng's excuse, I couldn't refuse.

She was diagnosed with mental disorders back then. In order to prevent her from being sent to a mental hospital, Cheng Feng had no choice but to marry her and be her guardian.

In the years since then, he has always assumed the responsibility of his husband and handled all the big and small things in life for her, including her mother's illness. He has also done his best.

She owed him so much that she might not be able to pay it back in her life.

While she was not talking, Cheng Feng quickly pushed the door open and walked to the passenger seat to open the door.

Yang Yu looked up at him lightly, and saw him reaching out to him. After thinking about it, she put her hand on the palm of his hand. The two got out of the car and walked towards the cemetery one by one.

When he was about to reach the tombstone, he saw Yan Huaining, wearing a black suit, standing in front of the tombstone, bent down and placed the lily in his hand on the tombstone at his father's tombstone. He couldn't help frowning and turned his head to look at Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng's eyes sank, and the hand that was hanging on one side subconsciously held Yang Yu's hand.

When Cheng Feng held his hand, Yang Yu was a little stunned. He struggled with the conditioned reflex for a moment. Cheng Feng suddenly held it tighter and shook his head at her with a frown.

Yang Yu bit her mouth and had to give up.

Let him pull himself over.

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Huaining turned his head and looked at the place where Yang Yu was.

Three people, three pairs of eyes facing each other, Yan Huaining's eyes kept falling on their tightly entangled hands.

Holding the flower's hand slightly paused, he placed the flower in front of the tombstone, then stood up, walked slowly towards Yang Yu, and stood in front of them.

"Are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Before Cheng Feng could speak, Yang Yu frowned, then suddenly opened her mouth, looked up, looked at Yan Huaining fiercely, and said in a deep voice.

Yan Huaining looked down at her, not angry, and even smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Come and see my uncle."

"No need." Yang Yu turned her face away, looked at the flower that Yan Huaining placed in front of the tombstone, held it tightly with her hands, walked over with big strodes, picked up the flower directly, and threw it on Yan Huaining's body.
Chapter completed!