Almighty boss can be sweet

Chapter 1137 Grand funeral (4)

Jing's old house.

The door, the reception desk.

Holding the tablet, Xiang Wenfu watched his two little guys grow up and become cuter, his heart melted.

The car stopped for a long time, and then reluctantly put away the tablet, and put it aside casually, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

After getting out of the car, I ran into Mr. Nan who had just come out of the car.

Since ancient times, the people did not fight with the officials. He is a businessman, so naturally he would not have a bad relationship with Mr. Nan.

"Mr. Nan, long time no see."

Mr. Nan cast a glance at Xiang Wenfu, this is the normal reaction of ordinary people when they meet him, this Jing family really doesn't know what to say!
He had finished expressing his condolences, but he still couldn't see the Patriarch coming to greet him.

"Ah."

With a haughty and dignified cry, he turned and left.He will definitely not come to this kind of small family gathering in the future!
Xiang Wenfu didn't mind either. After all, the Nan family's identity was there, and they were nobles for generations. For the sake of his son, he couldn't offend them!

However, what was surprising was that Mr. Nan stopped before getting into the car, and looked at the row of convoys in the distance in disbelief.

It starts with a red letter, followed by consecutive numbers. With such a ostentation, there are no more than five people in Kyoto.

Who is it, is it passing by?

After thinking about it, Mr. Nan decided to take a look at the situation. He would not let go of any details.If you can meet such a person face to face, it is good to have a shallow impression.

Like him, Xiang Wenfu was also surprised. Even if he lived in the capital, he didn't see many such scenes.

What they don't know is that this is just the beginning.

The car stopped at the door, and an old man with gray hair and an old face got out of the car. He only wore a simple black velvet shirt, and he wore a black "filial piety" on the cuff of his left arm. Pin it on clothes.

There was no trace of arrogance on the old man's face, as if this earth-shattering arrival was nothing more than ordinary to him.

What was even more surprising was that the butler of the Jing family walked up to the old man with steady steps, not humble, only respectful.

"Old Li, Miss is waiting for you inside. She didn't know you were here, so she didn't come to greet you, so I hope you can forgive me."

"It's okay, let's go in. I'll see that girl off for the last time."

Mr. Li raised his eyelids, said something, and walked inside.Behind him, followed by six people in black suits.

The Jing family's new butler was half a step behind, quietly leading the way, but found that Mr. Li seemed to be very familiar with this place.

Mr. Nan kept watching Mr. Li leave, and then realized that Li...

There is only one honorable family with this surname...

The old man who came from the red era, whose identity and status he bought with his life and blood, has reached an unattainable level, an existence with a spiritual symbol!How could such a person come here?

Mr. Nan waved his hand, asked the driver to pull the car aside, and turned back without hesitation.

The person who greeted Mr. Li was the shrewd and clever Steward Li, and the one standing outside the door was the honest Steward Wang. Seeing Mr. Nan go back, he asked casually, "Mr. Nan, did you leave something?"

Mr. Nan: "..."

How could there be such a ignorant person.

He didn't come here to win glory for them.

"I'll go inside and take a look."

He responded casually, and then realized that he seemed to be lost...

Fortunately, the servants of the Jing family were standing by, so he hurried and finally arrived at the mourning hall.

It's even more unusual to see the people guarding outside...

(End of this chapter)