Mother Leng is holding pure water, which is messed up in the wind.

None of them are fuel-efficient lamps, even such a young child has so many eyes, he really is a member of the Leng family.

After all, Leng Zongkai was tough, and he recovered within two days, but his body was healed, and his spirit had been sluggish.

He handled his son's funeral with one hand, and he did not pretend to be someone else, and he handled it properly and perfectly.

Both Qingting and Qirui attended the funeral, they were both dead, and all the grievances and grievances were gone with the wind.

Qi Rui stayed by Leng Zongkai's side all the time, never leaving him, for fear that he would fall down if he couldn't bear it.

There were quite a lot of guests, and basically all the relatives and friends who came and went came to send them off for the last time, even for the sake of Leng Zongkai, they still wanted to come.

So the funeral is fairly neat, and it can be regarded as mourning after death.

Qingting stood a few steps away, looking at the dark coffin, feeling melancholy and inexplicable.

When he was alive, she was bored with him and wished that he would get away and never let her see him.

But when he died, all the bad things he did disappeared, and all the good things he had done to her once came to mind.

They used to be good friends, admiring and encouraging each other.

In her most difficult time, he repeatedly extended a helping hand to save her from fire and water.

She closed her eyes, and the clean and bright man floated in front of her eyes, just like the first time she saw him.

Fan Yuncan was dressed in black, with a gray complexion, and with Fan Qihua's support, he staggered in.

"Uncle Leng."

She has lost a lot of weight, only skin and bones are left, her eyes are deeply sunken, she is as young as a flower, but haggard like a withered flower.

Leng Zongkai's expression moved slightly, "Why are you here? If you are not in good health, just lie down in the hospital and don't run around."

His tone was gentle and compassionate.

Fan Yuncan's eyes were red and swollen, and his face was full of sadness.

"Today is the day of Zhong Yu's funeral. No matter what, I will come to see him for the last time."

"Hey." Leng Zongkai only sighed.

It's rare to have such a loving and righteous woman, but it's a pity that her son was obsessed with it and wasted a relationship.

Fan Qihua was also dressed in black. After greeting the master, she wholeheartedly supported her daughter with a face full of pity.

In the past two days, my daughter has been very ill, she has a high fever, she is lying on the hospital bed and weeping, itching her teeth so much that she hates it, what kind of curse has she fallen on this disheartened girl?

Fortunately, that scourge died and could no longer harm anyone.

Fan Yuncan was drifting when he walked, and needed help during the whole process of worship. Tears rolled down his face, and he was heartbroken.

She looked at the man in the coffin obsessively. He was still so handsome, so handsome, and so cold, but he would never speak or stand up again.

He really died, dead silently, without any movement.

"Did he have any last words before he died?"

Leng Zongkai sighed again, "No, I didn't say anything."

Fan Yuncan bit his lip, his tone was very cold, "Ye Qingting, is it true?"

What is this suspicion?Doubt they killed someone?Qingting frowned slightly, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Whatever she thought, it didn't matter to them at all.

So what if you doubt it?Is it possible to kill them all?

With Fan Yuncan's status, he couldn't shake the Leng family at all.

Fan Yuncan's body shook, but he didn't raise his head to look at her. He stared at the coffin from beginning to end, bewildered, serious, and focused, as if one glance meant a lifetime.

"Is it really my fault?"

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