"Drink."

Ling Ziyue filled out a bowl and pushed it to Han Muxue.

The clear light yellow soup base is steaming with steam. In the celadon jade bowl, there are a few pieces of soft-tasting apples and pears, and simple old rock sugar seasoning.

Han Muxue was very considerate and ate and drank everything in one go.

"You can cook."

After eating and drinking enough, Han Muxue wiped her mouth and sighed.

"As long as you have hands, you can do this."

"..."

What does he mean by this? Is he laughing at himself?

The warm feeling in Han Muxue's heart disappeared in an instant.

He really has the ability to ruin a good impression.

The funeral a day later was solemn and solemn.

A sea of ​​white chrysanthemums clusters around Ling Zhengming's large photo, and the white wax is ever-burning.

In the middle of the crystal coffin, lying peacefully, was the deceased Ling Zhengming, who had already repaired his appearance. He seemed to be just asleep.

The vulgar sorrow and music were replaced by Ling Zhengming's favorite song "Female Alice", which slowly flowed throughout the hall.

Those who filed in to present all kinds of exquisite wreaths were all celebrities from all walks of life, with considerable backgrounds.

Ling Ziyue looked at these clowns with a blank expression, going through the motions of polite politeness in front of him and his mother, and felt it was hypocritical.

Ling's mother had fainted several times from crying on Ling Zhengming's coffin. At this moment, she was wearing a small white flower on her head, leaning completely against Han Muxue, like a walking corpse.

Near noon, the crowd dispersed, and Ling Zi felt increasingly cold.

All the directors and bosses from the business world, whether they had heard of it or not, were present. Only the people from the Ling family were missing. Even his cousins ​​who worked for the Ling family were nowhere to be seen.

.

What a great relative!

When people leave, the tea is cool.

"Xiaoqing, my poor sister, why is your life so miserable?"

Just as I was thinking about it, a woman's sharp and artificial cry suddenly sounded, and the sound of stilettos hitting the tiled floor was heard.

The more Ling Zi raised his head, he saw a woman walking domineeringly from the door. She was wearing an all-black hip-hugging skirt suit, a black half-veiled hat, and black silk gloves that reached her forearms. Although she was required to wear black in condolence, she still

Reluctantly, she put on red lips and wrote the word "disrespect" completely on her face.

It was his snobbish good aunt.

He sneered and brought it to his door.

"Who do I think he is? He turns out to be my good nephew. Didn't he say he would never return to the Ling family again? What are you going to do when you come back this time? Divide the family property?"

Ling Ziyue gave this woman a cold look, who was a bit arrogant at this time.

"Whether the family property is divided or not, it is not the turn of people with foreign surnames to give advice."

"Why didn't your son Lin Heng come? After all, the Ling family rewarded him with a meal. If you are ungrateful so quickly, wouldn't he be worse than a dog?"

"You! What do you mean, you said our Lin Heng is a dog?! Little bastard, you beat my son so hard yesterday that he is still lying in the hospital unable to get up. I didn't sue you, but you still uttered arrogant words,

It’s really like having parents but not having parents to teach you!”

Lin Heng was this aunt's Achilles' heel. She had always treasured this son. Now Ling Ziyue not only beat him to the hospital, but also humiliated him in public. She immediately went crazy and her words became vicious.

He took the opportunity to mess around, opened his arms, and charged towards Lingzi ferociously and fiercely, wanting to start fighting.

Han Muxue would never give her this chance. She secretly stretched out her right foot and lightly hooked and shoveled her. Then the crazy woman like an octopus twisted her ankle, faced the ground, and fell at Ling Ziyue's feet.

Here comes a standard dog eating shit and lying on the ground.

"Aunt, you don't need to be so polite."

"Ahhh, my nose!"

She slowly raised her head in pain, and two bright red nosebleeds came out of the cave. It was very spectacular.

The most important thing is that the prosthetic nose she specially made to celebrate her son's entry into upper class society in advance was completely crooked after such a fall.

“It’s so lively!”

The sound is like a loud bell.

The guests who came this time were quite large. They were accompanied by two well-maintained women on the left and right, with very different temperaments. Behind them, they were all wearing black suits that fit snugly.

It's not something I changed sincerely to attend a funeral, it's more like everyday attire.

Obviously a bodyguard.

He had a certain understanding of the Han family before, and immediately recognized that this was Han Zhixun, who was involved in everything.

What's more, this Han Zhixun has always liked ostentation and publicity on social media, leaving countless photos and videos.

Ling Ziyue looked sideways and looked at Han Muxue who was in a daze.

Han Muxue's eyes were fixed on the two women beside Han Zhixun.

Sister Hong? Why did she come with Hu Lina?

Hu Lina always wears the same set of business black knee-length skirts, black leather shoes, a large forehead, a pair of rimless rectangular glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her meticulously tied hair bun high on the back of her head. After marrying Han Zhixun, at most she

Just wear a string of small pearl necklaces on the neck that is not young for decoration, to enhance the sense of class a little bit.

Hu Lina held the joint of the frame with one hand. The shrewd and unkind light reflected through the glass lens came straight in, scrutinizing and doubting, making Han Muxue disgusted wherever her eyes went.

This old-fashioned and powerful woman showed her acrimony and extreme dislike for her clearly on her face and never concealed it.

Han Muxue was not afraid. Instead, she met Hu Lina's gaze, opened her round eyes, glared at her with a dark face, and rolled her eyes.

When did this girl become so bold?

Hu Lina withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, muttering in her heart for a while, thinking about it, and finally pinned the suspicion on Sister Hong who was standing aside.

This old woman must have done some dirty trick in private in order to get Han Zhixun.

Noticing that Hu Lina's unfriendly eyes were scanning her body unscrupulously, Sister Hong was not happy either.

Now that she has Xue'er on her side, and she is helping Zhixun win over people's hearts, she is so proud that she is not afraid of this dead woman at all.

Thinking of this, she became more and more daring. Under Hu Lina's eyes and in front of everyone, she naturally put her arm on Han Zhixun's arm. The little bird was so close to him that it looked to one side and just pressed and held it with both hands.

Hu Lina, wearing a black handbag, looks more like an outsider.

Hu Lina's hand holding the bag couldn't stop shaking.

Trembling with rage.

She did it on purpose.

Seeing this woman's proud and provocative smile, Hu Lina endured it.

I'm here to do something today, and it's not the right time to make a big fuss over trivial matters.

Hu Lina actually endured it without any reaction?

Sister Hong was almost overjoyed. Only now did she finally realize how enjoyable it was to make Hu Lina resentful.

When he arrived in front of the huge portrait, Han Zhixun let go of Sister Hong's hand, respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the memorial tablet, and looked pious with his eyes closed.

Then he turned around and patted Ling Ziyue on the shoulder with emotion and sadness.

"My nephew, my condolences are with you. If you have any difficulties at home in the future, please tell me and I will definitely help."

"Can Han Shibo help me find out how my uncle Ling Zhengjun died?"
Chapter completed!