Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Hang YunRuo was lying on the bed, and he could see the dawn from the dark. She never felt that a night could be so long, and she never hated the dawn so much.

Hang YunRuo turned over and looked at the soft light shining into the room. She gently stroked the position where Mu Jingyang was lying. Her tentacles were cold.

I used to help each other, but now I don't dare to take another look. Once the death of lingering, to now become a face-to-face will feel nervous.

"It's going to be all right, isn't it?" Hang YunRuo patted his face, took a deep breath, and then got up from the bed, as usual.

But when hang YunRuo went downstairs, he saw Mu Tianfeng's seat. His heart was still sad. Some people lost it, that is, they lost it, and they couldn't come back.

"The funeral is 7 o'clock. It's still early now. You can have something to eat. I didn't tell many people, only all my relatives... What happened yesterday..."

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo coming down from the upstairs. He sees that hang YunRuo's face is full of fatigue. He wants to help hang YunRuo relieve the pain. But when he stands up, hang YunRuo subconsciously steps back.

Mu Jingyang stares at hang YunRuo and walks away from him. When he passes by, Mu grabs hang YunRuo's arm. Hang YunRuo's body is stiff and he looks at Mu Jingyang with guard in his eyes.

"YunRuo, I don't want to shirk responsibility, I just... I don't know what's wrong. I'm very upset recently, and I don't look like myself. But I want to tell you, I hope you can accompany me, especially today, I need you!"

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo. Hang YunRuo just lowers his head and doesn't speak. Just when Mu Jingyang is feeling desperate, hang YunRuo nods his head gently and gives a sound.

"Dad's care for me is worthy of my gratitude. How can I not be here today..." hang YunRuo's voice is light, but she doesn't say it's because Mu Jingyang wants to stay here, but because she wants to appreciate Mu Tianfeng's care.

Mu Jingyang heart pain, spread to the whole body. He was in pain and could hardly breathe, but when he thought of what happened yesterday or even in the past few days, Mu Jingyang knew that hang YunRuo had done nothing wrong to himself.

Two people sit in front of the table, but have no appetite, until Liu Zheng and his assistant come over and say everything is ready, the two talents get on Liu Zheng's car together.

Perhaps to set off the pain of life and death, so today's Hangzhou is particularly cold, snowflakes fall on people.

Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo stand in the front of the crowd, looking at their father's portrait, which is placed on the mourning hall. Looking at their father in the photo, they smile brightly, full of wisdom and lifelike. Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo's hearts are wrapped in grief, so that they can't make any sound.

"Dad, when I was a child, you told me that my parents can't accompany me all my life, so I have to learn to be strong. Now I have learned to be strong, so you can go safely. I hope you can reunite with your mother, and you can find each other and be happy together!"

Mu Jingyang puts the white flowers in his hand in Mu Tianfeng's coffin. He looks at his father's sleeping face and kowtows solemnly. He hopes that his father can leave at ease, because he is no longer the child at the mercy of others.

"Dad, ever since I married Mu Jingyang, you always comfort me, help me and understand me when I was made difficult by countless people. You have given me the missing fatherly love... Dad, thank you! I will take care of Jingyang and take good care of Mu group together with Jingyang. I won't let your efforts waste! Dad, I will live well, no longer weak, no longer afraid! "

Hang YunRuo also put his words in the coffin. For the last time, he had a deep look at this calm, wise, strong and kind old man. She knew that even if Mu Tianfeng was gone, he still lived in his heart.

After Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo finished putting the flowers in their hands, all the people attending the funeral looked at the remains one by one and told Mu Tianfeng what they wanted to say, hoping that Mu Tianfeng would have a spirit in heaven and be deeply comforted.

When the smoke dissipates, Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo are not in front of a bloody Mu Tianfeng, but just a handful of cold ashes. They are staring at the ashes in a daze, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

"YunRuo, I could have accepted the absence of my father's company if my father hadn't been sober all the time. But after he gave me a miracle, he threw me a despair. YunRuo, in the future, in this world, no one will say that I am a child, and no one will say to me, "don't rush forward, take a rest when you are tired!"

When all the people left, only two of them left, Mu Jingyang's mood was finally out of control. He held his father's ashes and cried like a child.

Hang YunRuo holds Mu Jingyang tightly in her arms and feels the unspeakable grief of Mu Jingyang. She doesn't know what kind of words to comfort him. She can only pat Mu Jingyang on the shoulder and stroke his head over and over again.

"I'll be with you!" Hang YunRuo's voice is choking. Mu Jingyang looks up at hang YunRuo and looks at hang YunRuo. He seems to be confirming that hang YunRuo's words are true.

"Come on, I'll take you home. You need a good rest!" Hang YunRuo helps Mu Jingyang to tidy up his clothes. He takes Mu Jingyang by the hand and gets into Liu Zheng's car.

"Everything will be fine, Jingyang!" Hang YunRuo comforts Mu Jingyang as he comforts himself. Mu Jingyang leans on hang YunRuo's shoulder and nods gently.

"Yes, everything will be fine. I will take my father's hope and fulfill his unfinished dream." Mu Jingyang closed his eyes and his mind was full of Mu Tianfeng's kind smile.

With the slight shaking of the car, Mu Jingyang gradually fell asleep. He seemed to dream about his father. He saw his father's sad face, and even accused him loudly with anger. Why didn't he find the murderer.

Mu Jingyang's father cried out in his dream, who is the murderer, whom should I suspect and whom should I warn? My father just waited for him, his face full of disappointment.

Suddenly, Mu Tianfeng's figure became a little bit transparent. Mu Jingyang stretched out his hands in the hope of retaining his father, but in the palm of his hand, there was nothing.

"Jingyang, home!" Hang YunRuo's voice suddenly spread to his ears. Mu Jingyang was excited and started to play. He looked at hang YunRuo with inquiry and doubt in his eyes.

"YunRuo, if it's really you who tampered with the door lock, you can tell me! I won't hurt you, but I want you to be honest