Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

Today is Grandpa's funeral. They are still married. They should attend with her. It's just that this should end soon.

Donglanqing didn't prepare the funeral lavishly, but it was solemn and solemn.

Dark stone tablets stand quietly in the cemetery of Donglan family Nuo Da, where there is no privilege of "home owner". After each home owner dies, all his honors and status in his life are gone, and he is buried in this cemetery only as an ordinary person of Donglan family.

As the current owner of Donglan family, Ning Qiaoqiao stood in front of everyone, looked at the black coffin and dark stone tablet on the ground, and listened to Uncle Fu read Donglan Cang's life experience and what he had done for Donglan family.

"Master, you can go to the next step." Uncle Fu finished reading and said respectfully to her.

Ning Qiao's eyes flashed: "let's start."

Several men in black suits came out and lifted the coffin slowly into the cemetery. Rather Jo Jo went over to pick up the shovels that were handed by and shovel some dirt on the coffin.

This is the rule of the Donglan family. When the owner of the Donglan family dies, the new owner and his children will bury him.

Except Donglan Jin, all the people who have a direct blood relationship with Donglan Cang are here.

The sky was a bit cloudy, and the shovel was only a shovel that made the earth sound.

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After the funeral, Ning Qiaoqiao stood in front of the tombstone and said, "let's go back."

The people of the Donglan family left one after another. Uncle Fu came over and respectfully said, "master, go back and have a rest."

Ning Qiao shook his head and quietly looked at the tombstone.

Yu shaomo stood aside and came over with a big hand around her shoulder: "very sad?"

Ning Qiaoqiao was stunned, turned his head and looked at his hand on his shoulder. His eyes flashed, his body moved a little, turned around, and his hand slipped off her shoulder.

Yu shaomo's eagle eyes sank, his hands hanging on his side tightened, and he didn't speak in his trousers pocket.

"Let's go." Ningqiao walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

At this time, there were only three of them in the cemetery. No one spoke and was quiet and depressed.

There was a rainstorm a few days ago, and the ground was still wet and slippery. Ning Qiaoqiao didn't notice his feet for a moment, and his body stumbled and fell to the front.

"Ning Qiaoqiao!" Yu shaomo pulled her back, and the eagle eyes looked at her urgently: "are you okay?"

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at the obvious tension in his eyes and couldn't tell what it was like. It turned out that he would still be nervous about her now

"Ningqiao?!" Seeing that she didn't speak, Yu shaomo's eyes sank a little and took her big hand and tightened it.

"I'm fine. You can let me go."

Ningqiao looked back and pushed his hand away.

Yu shaomo Ying frowned and carefully observed her every expression. She didn't find any signs of amnesia. Her eyes gave him some points: "the ground is very slippery. Be careful."

"Yes."

Ning Qiao smiled, turned and continued to walk outside.

"Yu shaomo, what do you say people live all their lives for? Whether it's good or bad, we've done great things in our lifetime and finally settled down together. " Ning Qiaoqiao looked at the tombstones in front of him.

Everyone here must be capable when alive, but so what? The last cold stone tablet is the last thing they left in the world.

"When everyone lives, he doesn't know what will happen after he dies. The important thing is to live for the worthy and do what he wants to do in this life, so as not to waste his life."

Yu shaomo's low voice was faint.

"Live for someone worth it..." Ning qiaomo read this sentence several times, raised his head and looked at him with a faint smile on his lips: "now you have found what you want to do, haven't you? Chiho, she's worth it? "

Of course not. She's the only one.

Yu shaomo stared at her closely, his thin lips pursed slightly and didn't speak.

He said so by default

Ning Qiaoqiao felt a stabbing pain in his heart. His eyes flashed and said in a relaxed voice: "do you know that I am the owner of Donglan family now? If... You want to divorce me, if I don't want to let you and Qi he go, you will not be better. Even so, do you still want to divorce me?"

Yu shaomo's eagle eyes flashed: "well, we must divorce."

You have to divorce

Ning Qiaoqiao only felt a slap in the face. She had threatened and lured. Unexpectedly, he insisted on divorce.

Ning Qiaoqiao took a deep breath: "well, I know. I'll give you an answer in a few days. Don't you worry at this time?"

"As soon as possible."

Yu shaomo said two words faintly, just like a knife stabbing Ning Qiao's heart.

He was so anxious to get a divorce. That's right. Now his grandfather's funeral is over. He was anxious to sleep and fly with Qi He. There was no reason to stay here again.

Ning Qiao lowered his eyes and looked at the grass under his feet: "well, I will do it as soon as possible."

They didn't talk any more and walked outside one after another.

When she passed a tombstone, she stopped, turned her head, looked at the empty area next to her, and wondered, "Uncle Fu, why is this empty?"

"Master, this is the cemetery left for donglanqing, donglanling and Mr. donglanling." Uncle Fu came to the tunnel respectfully.

After Donglan's family died, they were buried according to their generations. Ning Qiao nodded, saw the words engraved on a tombstone in front of him, and walked over.

Engraved on the tombstone is: donglanning.

Mother's ashes have been moved back, so it's just a dress grave. There was no funeral at the beginning.

Ning Qiaoqiao raised his hand and touched the cold stone tablet. If his mother was still alive, she should inherit the Donglan family today.

"There seems to be a cemetery missing here."

Yu shaomo stood in a bypass.

"What?" Ning Qiao turned his head and looked aside: "what cemetery is missing?"

"Besides your mother, your grandfather has four sons, but there are only three cemeteries left here." Yu shaomo is a faint tunnel.

Ning Qiaoqiao turned his head and looked at the empty purpose and tombstone. He found that it was true. He frowned and said, "Uncle Fu, why is there less cemetery here? The missing piece... Is it my third uncle's? "

"Yes, master." Uncle Fu nodded.

Ning Qiaoqiao was shocked: "why is there no cemetery here? Don't all the people of the Donglan family should be buried here after they die? "

Yu shaomo narrowed his eyes slightly: "is that man called Donglan Jin?"

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at him suspiciously. He didn't know where he heard the name, but Uncle Fu said suspiciously: "how could Mr. Yu know? It is indeed Mr. Jin Donglan. Yes, but his name is not in the genealogy, so there is no cemetery for him here. "

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