Laid-back sweet wife

Chapter 462 I Want To Be Buried Here

With the lamp in the dark, Bian Ling sat like this all night.

After Yumo got up and finished the regular exercise tasks stipulated by Luo Yao, she returned to the main house, and Bian Ling stood beside her as usual, reporting what happened yesterday and what might happen today that needed Yumo's attention.

The one he put last was Liang Nian.

"Yesterday afternoon, Liang Nian dismissed the last few servants of Liang's family, took away Liang Dingtian's two safes and donated all of Liang Nian's own property to charity. After dark, she blew up Liang Dingtian's building by the sea. villa."

"Happy!" When Yumo investigated Liang Dingtian's property, he didn't find that he still had a villa here, but who would know Liang Dingtian better than Liang Nian!

"Liang Dingtian was trapped in the study by Liang Nian, and only broke free in the middle of the night to call the police. The police have been looking for Liang Nian's whereabouts."

Yumo didn't hesitate, "Uncle Ying should know where Uncle Nian is, and if he needs help, you should try your best to cooperate."

Bian Yu's face remained the same, "No need, he has already gone."

Yu Mo suddenly stopped, Liang Nian was only 61 years old, he was in such good health, committed suicide?

"The police will come to me soon for investigation, because I am the last person who has phone contact with Liang Nian." Bian Ling said quietly.

Yumo's nose was sore, "Uncle Ling, what can I do now?"

"There is something that needs to be consulted with the young lady. Before Liang Nian died, he took the ashes of the old master from the cemetery and buried them in other places. If the young lady thinks it is inappropriate, I will go get it back immediately." Bian Ling's voice was still so calm.

In the yard, green willows were singing warblers, Yumo shook his head, "I didn't plan to let grandma live in that cemetery anymore, where are the ashes buried?"

"The hillside behind Guiye Courtyard, the old master liked to paint there." Bian Ling said quietly, "I want to bury Brother Anian's ashes there too, is that okay?"

Yumo's tears fell down.

"Have a memorial service."

Bian Ling shook his head slowly, "He doesn't know a few people."

"I want to send him off."

Bian Ling nodded, "Miss, I'll take three days off to deal with this matter."

"Okay, you can rest for half a month."

Bian Ling refused, "There are many things at home now."

Before Yu Mo could say anything more, Bian Lang walked in, "The police are at the door."

Bian Ling bowed respectfully, "Miss, am I going?"

"Go."

Bian Ling turned around and left, still wearing a black housekeeper's uniform, with a still straight back, but with a little more weight on his legs.

Bian Lang leaned against the door of the study, "Uncle Ling is very sad."

Yumo leaned on the other side, "I can see it."

"Uncle Nian is guarding the old master, and Uncle Lin is guarding the side house." Bian Lang turned his head, "Miss, don't talk about letting him take a vacation. Apart from here, he has nowhere to go on vacation."

Yu Mo silently looked at Bian Lang's angular face, "Is it worth it?"

Such a lifetime, is it worth it?
Bian Lang's rare seriousness, "As long as it is something that you really want to do, it is worth it. In order to protect the old master and her entrustment, Nianbo broke the rules of the Bian family and changed his surname. He thinks it is worthwhile, but now he feels that he did not do it." Okay, so he left. In order to protect the border house, Uncle Ling acted like a living textbook. It is difficult for us to understand the tenacity of people of that era. "

Speaking of which, Bian Lang is only three years older than Shu Yumo, and they are considered a generation.

Yumo asked again, "What about you?"

Bian Lang said frankly, "Miss gave me such a good treatment, of course it's worth it."

Yumo relaxed her eyebrows and raised the corners of her mouth, "If you want anything else, just say it."

"Speaking of it, there is one thing. I want to go to Guiyeyuan to bring back two children and train them to be my assistants." Bian Lang stretched himself, "Share my work."

According to the rules of the Bian family, the previous butler selects the next butler to cultivate, and only after passing the multiple evaluations can he take up the corresponding position.The scrupulous Bian Lang chose the bohemian Bian Lang, and Yu Mo was looking forward to what successor Bian Lang would choose, "Yes. Go and inform Bian Qing and Bian An, and leave in half an hour to go to the company."

"Yes."

Bian Lang walked to the stairs and stopped, "Miss, don't ask me what I want to protect?"

The words are silent and kind, "What do you want to protect?"

"I'm more greedy than Uncle Nian and Uncle Ling. It's Bian Zhai and Miss." Bian Lang turned his head helplessly, "So Miss, don't be fascinated by that big black face." Otherwise, he doesn't know if he will become Liang Nian or Edge.

Big black face?It's really vivid, Yumo smiled happily, "Don't worry."

Bian Ling led the police straight to Jingtan by the sea, beside the stone where Yumo cried last time, Liang Nian looked at the sea peacefully.

The body is already cold.

When a person dies, everything disappears, and all grievances and grievances are also resolved. What is left is a bunch of procedures and Liang Dingtian's roar.There was no crying, Liang Nian, like Bian Ling, had no blood relatives.

In the end, it wasn't really a memorial service, just a few people saying goodbye to the body briefly.

No eulogy either.Bian Ling combed Liang Nian's hair with a wooden face, and asked softly, "Miss?"

Yu Mo, dressed in black, stepped forward and gently placed a rose beside Liang Nian.Roses are my grandmother's favorite flower.

A fiery red rose, whose brim hadn't shed a single tear for three days, suddenly broke its bank.

People go in, and when they come out, there is only a small urn left, buried on the hillside.

Bian Xiao pointed to a lush old tree in the distance, "The old master is there."

Yuyu really remembered, "It looks good, but isn't it a little far away?"

"That's good."

That was where Bian Yuwan painted back then, and this is where he and Brother Anian stood. Needless to say, he also knew that this was the place that Brother Anian wanted to put in the dust.

"Miss."

Yumo turned around.

Bian Ling pointed to the side of Liang Nian, "I'm dead, can you bury me here too?"

Yu Mo nodded, "Okay."

Back at the door of the house, Yumo saw Liang Dingtian standing at the door of Liang's house in the car, staring at them.

Bian Lang snorted, "Uncle Nian told the police about Liang Dingtian's nasty things. Although he has not been locked up, he can't leave the city and is waiting for investigation at any time."

Liang Dingtian lost his home and money, but was nailed to the spot waiting for the police to summon him. It was indeed worse than death.

Yumo closed his eyes, not wanting to see this person again.

Bian Ling got out of the car, "Miss, am I going?"

"Go."

Bian Ling got off the car and strode towards Liang's house.

Liang Dingtian stood at the gate with a brand new wooden stick horizontally, with a ridiculous desperate attitude.

He didn't even look at him, but raised his hand, followed by several forklifts.

Liang Dingtian is ready to fight.Bian Youyou raised his head and pointed forward, the forklift roared, the wall was broken, and dust was flying.

Liang Dingtian roared and staggered to the front of the building, "Someone ran over me!"

Bian Ling raised his hand, the forklift stopped, and Liang Dingtian smiled triumphantly.

The driver of the first forklift got out of the car, and Liang Dingtian was guarding the door aggressively, with the courage to be the one who is the only one who will be the one who is the only one who will not be opened.

No one came to pull him, but Bian Ling got into the car, drove the forklift, and rushed towards Liang Dingtian with a roar.

(End of this chapter)