Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

Yan Huan didn't expect that Mu Shixun would invite her to Chu Meng's funeral.

After all

Chu Meng died because of her.

At the funeral, most of them were college classmates of Chu Meng and Mu Shixun.

Several people who recognized her scoffed at her behind her back and even talked about how she pursued Mu Shixun in a high-profile way.

However, they were intimidated by the Li mingjue beside her.

"Mommy, who is this burying?"

At the time of burial, mu ziqiao's crisp voice spread all over the scene.

All the people looked at it, including Chu Yinuo, who had fainted twice.

"You killed my mother and dare to come to her funeral? Get out!"

Yan Huan had a headache.

She deliberately stood in the least obvious position, but she was found.

"Chu Yinuo, you're talking nonsense. Who killed your mother?"

Mu ziqiao's momentum is not weak at all. The two children will fight in front of all adults.

"A promise."

"Son Joe."

Mu Shixun and Li mingjue came forward and opened them at the same time.

However, Mu Shixun is holding, and Li mingjue is lifting.

Mu ziqiao looked at Li mingjue wrongfully, "Uncle Li, he planted Mommy."

Chu Yinuo pointed directly at Yan Huan, "I didn't plant it! She killed my mother!"

Mu Shixun severely interrupted Chu Yinuo, "Yinuo, stop talking!"

"Dad!"

"How dare you talk back?"

Mu Shixun's pale face flashed a trace of violence. He raised his hand and smoked Chu Yinuo's ass.

Yan Huan was shocked.

How does Mu Shixun dote on Chu Yinuo? She hasn't seen it before. She can beat her children in public?

Chu Yinuo cried, "Dad, do you not love your mother! Why don't you avenge her?"

"What else did you say?"

Mu Shixun hit him twice again. The more Chu Yinuo cried, the heavier he hit.

Mu ziqiao's face was filled with fear and climbed up along Li mingjue's clothes.

Li mingjue held his ass in one hand to prevent him from falling.

"Uncle Li, I'm afraid."

Li mingjue said faintly, "what are you afraid of?"

"Will Uncle Li beat me like Daddy?"

Muzi Qiao's soft and waxy voice aroused Yan Huan's heart. As soon as she was about to answer, she heard the man say, "you wouldn't when you were a child, but when you grow up."

Yan Huan: "

Is it necessary to be so straightforward?

She looked at her son's frightened white face and felt a pang of heartache.

Li mingjue didn't panic and said, "if you don't want to be beaten, exercise well before you grow up and try to beat me when I beat you."

"Well, I must exercise well!"

Li mingjue rubbed Muzi Joe's hair and looked back at her, "go back?"

Yan Huan looked at the funeral scene, which had become a pot of porridge, and sighed.

Mix people's funerals like this. Of course, I have to go

As soon as they left the funeral scene, Mu Shixun chased them out.

"Yan Huan! Wait!"

Yan Huan stood still and looked at Li mingjue, "take Qiao Qiao to the car first."

Li mingjue glanced at Mu Shixun with a warning in his eyes.

He whispered, "five minutes."

Mu Shixun pursed his lips and dared not say anything.

Until the father and son returned to the car, Mu Shixun said, "sorry, I didn't tell Yinuo about inviting you."

Yan Huan shook his head. "Children have no taboo. Besides, he has just lost his mother. Such a reaction is also very normal."

"I wish you could understand."

"Compared with this, I want to ask you why you sent me an invitation? You should know how much she hates me."

Yan Huan paused. "Aren't you afraid... Chu Meng will die in peace?"

"I didn't want to invite you. After all, I said I wouldn't appear in front of you again. But after all, it means clearly..."

Yan Huan frowned, "whose idea did you say?"

Mu Shixun hesitated and said, "in fact, he clearly left a suicide note. It was the suicide note that asked you to appear at the funeral."

Yan Huan looked slightly Lin, "when was that suicide note written?"

"Look at the pen and ink. It should be written on the day of the accident."

"Did she say anything else?"

Mu Shixun shook his head, "this is the only one. Then he asked me to take good care of Yinuo."

"Is the handwriting hers?"

Mu Shixun paused. "Are you suspecting that someone has forged clear handwriting?"

Yan Huan was silent.

"No, I can't be more familiar with the clear handwriting."

Yan Huan thought of Wen Yi and always felt that things would not end so easily.

"Has she contacted anyone since she got out of prison?"

Mu Shixun nodded, "she said that a very good friend came back from abroad and has been close to this friend recently."

"Do you know who it is?"

Mu Shixun shook his head. "I have to work two jobs a day. I don't care about her, but she should have it on the phone."

"Please go back and find it, and then send me your contact number. If there is a text message, forward it together."

"Yan Huan, do you doubt the clear death... There is another inside story?"

Yan Huan didn't answer, but they still had some tacit understanding for many years.

Mu Shixun frowned, "are you in trouble?"

"You just do your job and send me the news."

"OK."

Yan Huan glanced at him, "and I'm sorry about today."

"It's okay. I invited you."

With that, they were silent at the same time.

Mu Shixun looked at the time, "I have to deal with the funeral, so I'll go first."

Yan Huan nodded and watched him leave.

She was about to turn around when the phone rang.

It's a string of strange numbers.

She frowned and scratched the screen. "Hello."

"Yan Huan."

The familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yan Huan's pupils tightened suddenly, and a cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet.

She forced down her fear at the bottom of her heart and said coldly, "who are you? Why should you imitate the voice of Chu Meng?"

"What imitation? I'm Chu Meng! I'm not dead at all!"

"The man who was crushed to death is just my substitute!"

"Yan Huan, can't you think of it? Wait, I won't let you go! Hahaha -"

The strange laughter seemed to penetrate her eardrum. Yan Huan quickly hung up the phone and pulled the number into the blacklist.

She took a deep breath and felt her hands and feet colder.

She knew very well that the end of the phone was definitely not Chu mengben.

She saw Chu Meng carried away with her own eyes, but who was the person on the phone?

Wen Yi?

Or someone else?

Chu Meng's death was like a fog that enveloped her.

The suicide note left by Chu Meng is definitely not a coincidence.

She calculated that she would die and that she would appear at the funeral, so there was the phone call just now

It seems that Chu Meng has to check her death.