President, Please Be Careful
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When the old master heard what Zhao Youlin said, he frowned and said with a slight displeasure, “What are you leaving behind? If it's not something that's really important, leave it? It's really troublesome for you to come back once again.”

“This may not be something that matters, but a friend of mine brought it for me from abroad to keep me safe. He said that it was blessed by the Buddha before. Just now, when I saluted, I felt uncomfortable, so I took it off. I didn't expect it would fall there.”

When Duan Yarong heard that it was to keep Zhao Youlin safe, she became anxious. With Joy in his hand, he came and asked, “Do you remember where you put it? Do you need me to go with you to look for it? Seriously, son, how could you lose things like this? ”

"This was my fault. But you don't have to come back with me to look for her.” Zhao Youlin and rejected her offer wisely. “Don't worry, Mom. I remember where I put it. There is a certain distance from here to the tomb, and if you go back and forth, it will be too tiring. You have to go back first, and once I find the goods, I will be back soon.”

"But you will be alone ... Should we wait for you here?" Duan Yarong was still a little worried about letting Zhao Youlin run alone in that place.

Zhao Youlin understood his worries and smiled. “No need. It's almost noon now, so you have to go back first to eat. Otherwise, once Joy is sleepy, she won't eat.”

As Zhao Youlin called out to Joy, Duan Yarong immediately wavered.

Zhao Shunrong could not bear causing trouble to Duan Yarong, so he decided to compromise. “Let's go back first. We'll have a car staying here to wait for Youlin. Youlin, once you find the item, remember to go home soon.”

As Zhao Youlin heard it, she quickly nodded in agreement. “Alright, I'll.”

As soon as he sent the group away, Zhao Youlin immediately turned to walk towards the two people she had just seen.

Since Zhao Youlin was too focused on searching for those two, she did not realize that by the time she turned around, Zhao Yifei, who had left with Sun Fengzi and the others, did not realize that, suddenly turned around and threw a deep look at him. After a while, he hid a sneaky spark in his eyes.

He also did not realize that others were watching him from the other side of the grave and opened his mouth wide as they saw him in this place. They looked like they had just seen a ghost.

Although he looked at the direction the two men had taken, his grave was still quite large. Zhao Youlin looked around for a while before she found the two people she wanted in front of the rather quiet tomb.

In front of the empty tomb were two people Zhao Youlin was very familiar with. One was a man, and the other a girl. The two carried a bouquet of fox-tailed lilies, which were Zhao Youlin's favorite flowers when she was alive.

And these two people were Jiang Muchen, a.k.a. Mu Chen, who had always treated Zhao Youlin as his brother, and An Kexin, a very adorable woman who served as Zhao Youlin's subordinate.

The woman is intelligent, obedient, and wise. They worked with Zhao Youlin for quite a while, and they had a close relationship with Zhao Youlin.

When he did not manage to contact the two, Zhao Youlin was busy thinking about looking for them so that she could meet them.

But now, when he finally found them, Zhao Youlin began to wonder if she should go and meet them.

It's been a couple of months. It was a lie to say that he did not miss his friends, especially Mu Chen. But it was useless even if he missed them.

Now, what kind of identity and appearance should he use to deal with those who had faced death together with him?

With that thought in mind, Zhao Youlin stopped moving forward and pulled her legs back. He stood in the distance and looked at the two somewhat haggard-looking people standing in front of the tomb.

It had been several months since they met, and Zhao Youlin discovered that Mu Chen had become much thinner and more mature.

Based on what he remembered, Mu Chen's face always had a carefree and brilliant smile, but now, there was a rare sense of solemnity on him, he said, causing the boy who always looked like a boy in his heart to look like he had turned into a boy. But this growth is painful and sad.

Since Mu Chen suddenly looked like he had grown up in front of him, Zhao Youlin could not help her heartache for him.

Last time, Luo Weibing mentioned this to her, and Zhao Youlin could already guess that her death was quite shocking to Mu Chen. He simply did not expect the impact would be this deep.

As he stared at Mu Chen at this moment, Zhao Youlin felt relieved as well as worried. He was relieved that Mu Chen cared so much for him. At the very least, he did not spoil it in vain. But he was also worried that Mu Chen would have trouble passing his death. It's not something he wants to see.

Just when Zhao Youlin noticed the two people standing together while she had a complicated expression on her face and wondered how she should appear logically and smoothly in front of these two people so that she able to help Mu Chen get through his trauma, the two people who were standing still suddenly took a step forward and placed their wreaths in front of his tomb while their backs were facing towards him.

Then, Zhao Youlin heard Mu Chen's familiar voice. "Sister Lin, we came to visit you again."

When he heard how Mu Chen was referring to the tomb, Zhao Youlin suddenly felt her mind being thrown into a storm, as if she had just been struck by lightning. Mu Chen had just called the tomb his name. Could it be.. his ashes were buried under that tomb?!

Zhao Youlin already did not know what she had to say. His mind was empty, and a voice kept shouting in his head, telling him to walk…

“This time, we still bring your favorite flowers here. Yes that's true. It's a fox oxtail lily, not an iris. This time, I didn't mistake them, so you can't knock my head again. I've never been very smart, and I've become more stupid because of you. It's all your fault that I'm so stupid now.”

When Zhao Youlin heard Mu Chen's words, her heart ached. When he was still in the police academy, Mu Chen once asked jokingly about what kind of flowers a boy should give Zhao Youlin when she liked him and wanted to approach him.

Zhao Youlin happily told her what she liked, and on the second day, a boy with 999.

Zhao Youlin was startled before she immediately recorded what had happened. A certain person must have been a traitor and helped others get information from him. But most importantly, he had sent the wrong message, so he really did not know what to say about it.

He did not expect that the boy still remembered him until now. Zhao Youlin's nose was burning, and even her eyes were sore.

Mu Chen did not see anything strange by his side, and while he looked a little tired, he was still full of spirit.

With a gentle gaze, she stared at the picture in the tomb, and in a somewhat happy yet deep tone, she lamented, “Saudari Lin, we came here today to tell you something. You will surely be happy when you hear it.”

When Mu Chen said this, he paused for a moment before he pursed his lips, and with sparkling eyes, he said, "Sister Lin, we have. You can rest in peace now.”