"Mr. Mo, shall we go in now?" the assistant saw that Mo Lingfeng's face was getting worse and worse, and asked cautiously.

Mo Lingfeng sighed a long sigh and got up and said, "of course, I have to go in at this time. Presumably my Qin ran guessed it was me."

"It should be." the assistant didn't dare to talk much, opened the door and watched the man get off respectfully.

Mo Lingfeng got off the bus with a bunch of red roses in his arms. His slender legs opened and walked towards the memorial hall step by step with an elegant smile.

At the gate, he saw Qin ran.

Qin ran, dressed in filial piety clothes, was particularly bright in the crowd. Mo Lingfeng hooked his lips and walked quickly towards Qin ran.

Qin ran saw Mo Lingfeng coming and didn't hide. He just looked at him quietly.

"Is it specially waiting for me?" Mo Lingfeng hooked his lips and asked specially.

Qin ran sneered, "do you think your face is big enough?"

"Of course." Mo Lingfeng touched his chin and took the initiative to gather together with Qin ran.

However, Qin ran stepped back two steps and turned away from the man's touch.

Mo Lingfeng held up his hand in place, then put it down again, touched his finger and said with a smile: "very good, I will make you willing."

"Really?" Qin ran hummed coldly and turned around at the same time. "If you want to attend the memorial service, go in."

"I prefer you to go in with me." Mo Lingfeng said.

Qin ran hugged his arm, his head tilted slightly, and said in a deep voice, "you don't deserve it."

He doesn't deserve to let her enter with him, to have her gentle eyes, and to be respected by her as Mo Lingfeng before.

Times have changed, and this man has long made her never want to touch again. It's just that men don't realize this yet.

Perhaps in his heart, he is still the Mo Lingfeng who has no hesitation for love.

But in fact, he just moved himself. Qin Ran has nothing here.

Even Qin ran hated him and hated him.

Mo Lingfeng didn't force Qin ran to go in with him. He walked in front, step by step, like a proud and independent king.

After Qin ran saw him go in, he said to Zhang Cheng, "let the reporters prepare to come in."

Zhang Cheng nodded and called again.

Qin ran followed Mo Lingfeng and walked into their memorial hall.

Just in time, Mo Lingfeng met Ye Xuan first in the hall.

The rival in love is extremely jealous when they meet. What ye Xuan doesn't like most is the man like Mo Lingfeng. It happens that Mo Lingfeng doesn't like Ye Xuan either.

Between the four eyes, a fire burst out, almost burning the whole hall.

Seeing the anger on the faces of the two people, no one dared to persuade them first.

"Hum! You can." Mo Ling snorted coldly.

This is satirizing Ye Xuan. He can be cheeky.

Ye Xuan held his arm, his eyes as cold as frost, and said with a smile, "you can come too. Why can't I come? We're each other."

"You!" Mo Lingfeng said with clenched teeth, "I'm here today to check the fruits of my victory. What about you?"

"I'm here to stop you from taking my baby." Ye Xuan replied.

Between tit for tat, the sparks are wanton, and the war without gunpowder smoke is even more daunting.

Qin ran came in and happened to see two men fighting there with their eyes. She hugged her arm and said in a cold tone, "can you two go first? This is a memorial service."

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