President spoils the dark wife

The day old lady Jing's funeral began, it was a gloomy day, which made people's heart heavier.

Mo Yiran changed into black clothes and went to the funeral with Huo Sha.

At the church, many people have arrived.

Mo Yiran swept around the dark room and didn't see Jing mowen. It should be that he hasn't arrived yet.

The church was quiet and heavy.

As he walked forward, he saw several people from the Cui family coming, and ran nodded at the brothers Cui biejun he knew, which was a greeting.

Chen Yu and Xiao Zhang Shao sat in a row, leaning coldly on Qi He's shoulder. Gu Xiu, who was also sitting with them, heard the movement behind him. Looking back, he saw Huo Sha Mo Yiran, so he came over and stayed with Huo Sha Mo Yiran.

Not long after sitting in the front row, I saw Jing mowen and Jing Mozhen come in together.

There was no expression on the man's face. His face was calm and indifferent. He was really the same as Jingmo.

The two brothers seem to be carved out of the same mold.

Over the past six years, Jing mowen has become more stable and self-contained, and Jing Mozhen has long faded from the youth's green and stubborn, and has grown into a man who can be alone.

Jing mowen and Jing Mozhen bowed in front of the portrait and sat down in the front row. They sat upright and looked serious.

Their eyes were always looking ahead, and the black-and-white photos of old lady Jing were still, revealing sadness.

Xiang Xinwei also came and followed shaozhuangyi all the way. When passing Mo Yiran, she glanced at her with a trace of irony.

Maybe it was because she was worried that the child would be uncontrollable when he arrived at the scene, so Yiran didn't see little brin.

"Sister ran."

Suddenly, Yiran, who was stunned, sat down alone. Qingtian's female voice was warm and gentle.

Yiran glanced at the woman beside her, "Li Ji?"

Cui Liji has changed a lot.

The girl has grown up. Her eyebrows and eyes are no longer as fierce as they used to be. She has become very gentle. She has painted light makeup on her face and sweat on her forehead. She should have come in a hurry.

Cui Liji smiled, said hello to Huo shagu Xiu, then pulled Yiran aside and whispered, "sister ran, I've basically been told about you. I haven't had time to bless you since I met my biological father."

Yi Ran smiled. "It's not a big deal, but where have you been? I only know that ah Zhen went to Dongcheng and joined the army, but I haven't heard from you for so long."

"I went abroad to study medicine."

Cui Liji smiles.

She got what she wanted.

"Because the research room is usually too busy, I don't get in touch with people in China. It's just that ah Zhen has time to go back and see me."

Yiran nodded.

"I should not leave when I return home this time. I will find you again when I have a chance. Now I want to find my husband. He needs me more now."

Cui Liji said with a smile.

"Husband?" Yiran tilted her head in doubt.

Cui Liji was suddenly shy and her face was slightly red. "It's ah Zhen. We'll talk in detail when we have time."

He nodded with rangling, "go."

Cui Liji got up, patted the black skirt and left.

She bowed in front of the portrait of old lady Jing, put down the white rose, and then went to sit down with Jing Mo Zhen.

Jingmo really saw Cui Liji coming, and his straight back suddenly bent.

Sitting in the back row, Yiran clearly saw that Jingmo really had tears flashing in the corners of his eyes, and then leaned powerlessly against Cui Liji's shoulder.

Cui Liji comfortingly reaches out and hugs Jing Mozhen.

People arrived almost one after another, and the master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the funeral.

Then there are some singing hymns, prayers, biographies and so on.

When all processes are completed, the coffin is carried away.

Sitting silent all the time, master Jing suddenly stood up.

"Dad..."

Jingfu also stood up and frowned at his father, worried.

The people looked at him one after another. They thought that old man Jing would not be able to hold on, but old man Jing just clenched his fist and didn't do anything in the end.

He quietly watched his wife be carried away. His wrinkled eyes were red and covered with red blood.

I don't know how many days I haven't closed my eyes.

At the end of the funeral, the rain began to fall, and people hurried out of the cemetery.

Only a few people remained.

"Ranran, let's go."

Huo Sha looked at Mo Yiran.

Yiran nodded and was walking, but she saw Xiang Xinwei, who had left, coming back with an umbrella.

Jing mowen remains in the cemetery, and Xiang Xinwei's intention can be imagined.

"Dad, you go first."

Yiran took the umbrella from the driver who held it for him, and then walked back.

Huo Sha looked at Mo Yiran's back. After a long time, he turned and left.

Love is harmful.

Even if he knows that Mo Yiran will be hurt with Jing mowen, as a father, he wants to kick Jing mowen to death, but Mo Yiran will be sad.

In the final analysis, it is still a love word.

He understood the love without pain.

If there had been no one between him and Xiaobai to stop, perhaps now there are children in pairs.

Even if he was unwilling, he could not stop Mo Yiran's action.

It rained more heavily in the sky. Yi ran back and splashed a lot of mud on her skirt.

High heels are also full of mud.

The skirt was wet by the rain blowing obliquely, and the ice penetrated into it coldly.

Yiran sneezed and went back.

In front of the tombstone stood Jing mowen and Qi and several others. Xiang Xinwei had come to Jing mowen and held an umbrella for him.

Immersed in grief, Jing mowen didn't push away to Xinwei, like a puppet without soul.

Yiran stood behind and looked at the back of several people in front from a distance.

After a long time, he sighed and turned away.

After walking for a while, suddenly someone shouted at him.

With Ranran's reputation, he raised his eyebrows slightly. "HuaQuan? Do you dare to appear here? Without the protection of old lady Jing, you're not afraid that Jing mowen will kill you?"

HuaQuan should have come quietly, because Mo Yiran just confirmed that HuaQuan was not in the funeral team.

Wearing a black shirt and trousers, Hua Quan walked up to Mo Yiran with an umbrella. "If he really wants to get me, even if the old lady is still alive, he will do it without scruples."

Mo Yiran sniffed the speech and sneered, "don't you just rely on Jing mowen to read some old feelings? I advise you to leave quickly while you can move now. In case you encounter Jing mowen in a bad mood one day, you have nowhere to run, and no one will protect you."

"Thanks for reminding." Hua Quan smiled, "but I'm here to remind you today. Be careful Feng Yurou."

The cold wind on rainy days in summer blows across the silent cemetery, making people feel more cold behind.