Thin-hearted president, don't be too bad

The housekeeper looked down at LAN Ziting, with some heartache in the bottom of his eyes.

He didn't know how his master tortured the girl in front of him, which made her so suspicious; He didn't know how unbearable his master was in the girl's mind, which made her have such a cruel Association.

"The young master has something to do. He will try to come back before the funeral." the housekeeper comforted LAN Ziting. "If the young lady wants to go early, I have prepared a car according to the young master's instructions and can start at any time."

If his mother died, would he still go back to the company to deal with his business?

LAN Ziting sighed in her heart. She didn't think much about Du Yan'an. She only put on a pair of black leather shoes and left the house under the leadership of the housekeeper.

"Madam." "Hello, madam."

The locked door was finally opened. What was displayed in front of LAN Ziting was not the free scenery she had longed for for for a long time, but two tall and burly men in black suits and black sunglasses.

She was scared to take a small step back, but the housekeeper explained that this was the bodyguard arranged by Du Yan'an for her. She would be with her from the beginning of the funeral to the end of the funeral,

Did Du Yan'an think he would run away at his mother's funeral? LAN Ziting laughed at Du Yan'an in her heart.

Today's weather is not good. The sky is overcast and dark clouds are all over the horizon. It seems that it will rain at any time.

Although it hasn't rained now, I haven't heard of the strong wind. The strong wind shakes the tall trees on the side of the road, making the branches click. Many green leaves have been blown off before the time of falling leaves, making the scenery look a little depressed.

LAN Ziting's car stopped in front of the cemetery, and then she needed to walk step by step.

Because of LAN Ziting's father, her mother was half a Christian, so she was not cremated. Instead, she was buried in the same cemetery as his father and next to her father.

But on this point, she is still a little grateful to Du Yan'an.

"Tingting!" Lan Ziting just walked to the gate of the cemetery. A man who had been waiting here for a long time suddenly rushed forward.

But he didn't touch each other. The bodyguard sent by Du Yan'an blocked LAN Ziting's eyes.

LAN Ziting heard his voice and was surprised: "Zihao? You're here, too."

An Zihao didn't respond to LAN Ziting's time. He looked at the two burly men in front of him and seemed very dissatisfied: "what are you doing? Get out of the way! I have something to say to Tingting."

"Sorry, Mr. Du asked us to look after his wife," the bodyguard refused an Zihao's request. "Before he came, his wife can't contact anyone. Please don't make it difficult for us."

"What do you mean you can't touch people?" an Zihao frowned when he heard this sentence, and his anger was ignited. "This is her mother's funeral!"

The bodyguard paid no attention to an Zihao, even glanced over his eyes and didn't look at an Zihao standing in front of them.

Such a move will only make an Zihao feel that they have not put themselves in the eyes and make the anger in his heart more vigorous.

He stretched out his hand to push away the two people in front of LAN Ziting: "go away."

But how could an Zihao have the strength of these two professionally trained bodyguards? The moment an Zihao met them, he was pushed to the ground by the bodyguards.

Sitting on the ground, an Zihao was a little stunned. He didn't think that the other party would really do such a barbaric thing.

"Zihao, are you okay?" Lan Ziting, who heard the voice, wanted to come forward to check, but was stopped by the bodyguard and could only ask through the voice.

"I'm fine." an Zihao responded, bared his teeth and climbed up from the ground.

Dare not act rashly, he can only stare at the two bodyguards angrily.

The bodyguard was still indifferent to the angry an Zihao: "we have said hello. You want to rush up by yourself."

An Zihao spat in a low voice, "damn."

"Zihao, I'm fine!" Lan Ziting quickly said, "don't worry!"

An Zihao was stunned when he heard LAN Ziting's voice, and then smiled miserably.

"Then I'll go first. If you have anything to say, say it when you have a chance." Lan Ziting hurriedly left such a sentence before being taken away by the bodyguard.

An Zihao looked at LAN Ziting's departure direction and looked very distressed.

He whispered, and only he could hear his voice: "how can you be all right after so many things have happened? If you want to deceive me, at least make up a better reason..."

They grew up together. He doesn't know what her character is? This is her mother's funeral. Even if she didn't appear before the funeral, she is accompanied by two strong men to restrict her freedom.

She was clearly... Clearly imprisoned by Du Yan'an!

A short while before the funeral, the gloomy sky finally began to rain heavily.

The big raindrops fell to the ground and made a loud noise, which also covered people's sight, making everything look so hazy and unreal.

The bodyguard propped up a black umbrella for LAN Ziting and wanted her to go to the house to take shelter from the rain. However, LAN Ziting stubbornly stood in the cemetery, stood in front of her father's tombstone, bit her lips and endured the tears in her eyes.

Most of those who came to the funeral also attended LAN Ziting's father's funeral more than half a year ago, so they didn't dare to disturb the woman who lost her parents in a year.

Only LAN Ziting was left standing alone in the rain, leaving the world independent, not sad.

At the second half of the funeral, Du Yan'an came from the company. Fortunately, the rain was really heavy today. Except LAN Ziting, almost no one found it.

"... my dear friends, I know you are very sad..."

In front of the tombstone, LAN Ziting was holding white flowers and listening to the priest's prayer with great piety.

LAN Ziting didn't cry at the funeral unscrupulously as Du Yan'an imagined. At least until the moment before burial, she was trying to maintain her rationality and didn't allow her sadness to be exposed wantonly.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, let the dead be peaceful and let the living be free again. May your soul rest in heaven, Amen." the priest closed the Scripture in his hand, and LAN Ziting threw the flowers in the handle on his mother's coffin with this sound.

LAN Ziting looked at the coffin being buried by the soil bit by bit. The tears in her eyes finally couldn't help pouring down wantonly.

Du Yan'an looked at the man who suddenly curled up and squatted on the ground. He looked a little moved, as if he was considering whether to comfort him.

"Tingting..." just when Du Yan'an had such an idea, another man squatted next to LAN Ziting earlier, stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder, whispering comfort, "it doesn't matter, I'm still here."