Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 315: Luckily (1)
Jiang Muchen didn't speak, but just smoked silently.

The two smoked one mouthful after another, and soon the carriage was filled with smoke.In the end, Zhong Xianting couldn't bear it anymore, and simply opened all the car windows, with red eyes, trying to breathe fresh air.

Jiang Muchen's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were indifferently looking towards the direction of the cremation room.

The gray and white tall chimney stands quietly under the white sunlight, indescribably desolate and sad.

Zhong Xianting held the door of the car and coughed violently for a while, followed his gaze, and said with a sense of loss: "I wanted to invite Uncle Jiang to have a drink during the wedding, but I didn't expect it to happen like this."

"I didn't expect that it would be like that when I saw him again. I sent him to Xishan Nursing Home because I didn't want him to continue to have contact with Song Qingshan, but it turned out to be the opposite." Jiang Muchen let out a long breath and took the root again. The cigarette was lit: "He didn't know until his death that the eldest son he was so proud of was just an unfamiliar Zhongshan wolf."

"My condolences, we're all gone, and those who are alive will continue to go on the road. You will soon become a father, and you should understand how he feels. If you blindly compensate him because of guilt, it may not be true love for him." Xu Zhenting patted him. shoulder, smiled wryly and said, "Wang Ruofei opened our eyes last night."

Jiang Muchen was stunned: "What?"

"Gu Ju's people were probably too scattered at the time, and they took advantage of the loopholes. That girl actually took Xu Zhenting away from under our noses." Zhong Xianting was very depressed: "This is the first time I have lost sight of someone. In addition , an overseas terrorist organization posted a video on the international intelligence network, judging from the death of the deceased, it should be caused by the original solution of the virus that Bureau Gu has been tracking down."

"What's the news from the second bureau?" Jiang Muchen immediately thought of someone——Zhao Zizhong.It's a pity that because of Xiao Bilan, he hardly showed up in the capital recently.

Zhong Xianting shrugged: "There is no news at the moment, but the CIA has already focused on it, which is a good thing and a bad thing. Once it is confirmed that the original virus solution has flowed out of China, it may escalate into an international problem."

Jiang Muchen pursed his lips, pressed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and stretched out his long legs to get out of the car: "Since you're here, accompany me to give the old lady a ride, no matter what, she is my grandma."

Zhong Xianting laughed, went down and locked the car door, and then walked to the west hall together.

The mourning hall was arranged by Zhuo Hui. The big black and white photo of the old lady was firmly placed among the flowers, and the smiling face stained with wind and frost was peaceful and peaceful.Jiang Muchen took the sacrificial incense from Jiang Muxue, lit it, bowed respectfully three times, stepped aside and knelt down.

Afterwards, relatives and friends who came to see off sent wreaths one after another.On the other side of the mourning hall, the monk Zhuo Hui invited from nowhere, chanted the mantra of rebirth in a decent manner, to save the old lady.

The solemn and sad atmosphere made people feel heavy. Everyone carried out the ceremony in silence until Guo Miaohua's sharp curses sounded outside the hall.

Jiang Muchen's eyelids twitched, and he looked towards the door suspiciously.

Jiang Mushuang at the side glanced at it. Jiang Muxue, who was also confused, turned around in the wheelchair in confusion, and looked at her mother for no reason, only to hear her yelling cursingly: "Jiang Qianhai, you bastard, I know you are here. Divorce!"

"Muxue, go and stop mom, the people who came today are not low-status, don't let her be ashamed." Before Jiang Muchen could speak, Jiang Mushuang quickly told Jiang Muxue: "You go and tell her, the divorce will be done after grandma's funeral is over. , I will help her deal with it myself."

"Okay..." Jiang Muxue stood up reluctantly, rubbed her numb knees and limped out of the hall.

Seeing this, Jiang Muchen's eyes fell on Jiang Mushuang, and asked calmly, "Your father still hasn't come back?"

"No, I can't get through the phone, and his poker friends don't know where he went." Jiang Mushuang said, his voice could not help but tinged with worry: "Will something happen to him?"

"Probably not, don't think too much about it." Jiang Muchen said so, but secretly guessed in his heart that Jiang Qianhai might have been killed by Song Qingshan, or somewhere under house arrest.

Jiang Mushuang gave a "hmm" and stretched her neck to look at the sister and mother who were talking in a low voice in front of the hall door.

Due to the distance between them, the voices of the two were so low that she couldn't hear a word at all.Based on the facial expressions of the two of them, it could be vaguely judged that Jiang Muxue's words had no effect.

The more Jiang Mushuang looked more and more anxious, she couldn't help turning her head to glance at Jiang Muchen: "Brother, I'll go there in person."

"I'll go, you stay here." Jiang Muchen said as he got up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the hall calmly.There were already many people discussing in the mourning hall at this time, and when they saw him come forward, they all immediately looked towards the door.

In the eyes of everyone, Jiang Muchen walked slowly to Guo Miaohua, and said in a calm tone: "Auntie, today is the day for grandma's funeral, if you insist on making a joke, we will not stop you, but please don't mess around here .”

"I messed around? He Jiang Qianhai hasn't come home for ten days, and his mother passed away and didn't show up. You say I'm messing around?" Guo Miaohua sneered, glanced at the faces of everyone in the mourning hall, and asked aggressively: "Is it me who messed up? It's still him, Jiang Qianhai, who has a wolfish heart!"

"The matter may have another truth. Why are there so many relatives and friends here today? You know he won't come, so what's the point of making trouble." Jiang Muchen resisted the urge to get angry, and patiently persuaded him: "What's the matter, we can't wait for grandma's funeral Let's talk."

"Mom, just listen to your elder brother's advice. Everyone is watching you." Jiang Muxue is thin-skinned, and she has already been stared at with red ears, like a thorn in her back.

Jiang Muchen frowned, stood there quietly, his whole body exuded an aura of calm and authority, waiting for Guo Miaohua to make a decision.

At this time, someone's mobile phone rang, and the whole mourning hall suddenly fell silent.The instigator, Zhuo Hui, cursed inwardly, clutching his phone and quickly rushed out of the mourning hall.

Jiang Muchen vaguely had a bad premonition, and instinctively looked at his back.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, he ran back anxiously, and said tremblingly in a voice that only two people could hear: "Boss, something is not good."

Jiang Muchen's black eyes instantly turned cold, his thin lips pursed, and he slowly uttered a word: "Say."

Zhuo Hui took a deep breath, and told him tremblingly, "Second Uncle also..."

Although Jiang Muchen had expected this result early in the morning, his chest was still so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Staring at Zhuo Hui with obscure eyes for a second, he turned his face away indifferently, tried his best to restrain his emotions and said: "Go and do your work first, I will come back to you."

Zhuo Hui moved his mouth, ate his head, and entered the mourning hall listlessly.Guo Miaohua is also a face-saving person, she just waited and waited for Jiang Qianhai to show up, and did so out of desperation.

(End of this chapter)