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If the servants in the old house of the Mo family hadn't left, then someone would have found out on the day Mrs. Mo's accident happened.

Instead of waiting until Mo Jingchen returned home after he was released from prison, he found that highly decomposed corpse.

"It's their own fault. What's more, she asked to die by herself. What does it have to do with you?"

Gu Xiuye ​​sat beside Mu Qingge, enlightening her about her mood.

But no matter how much Gu Xiuye ​​comforted Mu Qingge, she fell into a depressed mood.

Seeing that she got into a dead end, Gu Xiuye ​​couldn't make a sound anymore, so he could only pat her on the shoulder, silently comforting her emotions.

After a long time, Mu Qingge slowly raised his head.

"Tomorrow is Mrs. Huo's funeral, right?"

Gu Xiuye ​​was not sure, picked up the phone and glanced at Mo Jingchen's obituary, then nodded in confirmation.

"Do you want to go there?"

Mu Qingge nodded slightly, pursed his lips and said, "I want to go to express my condolences."

Although Mrs. Mo had always treated her very harshly when she was in the Mo family, she was still her elder, and it was because of her that Mrs. Mo passed away.

In reason and reason, she should also show up at the funeral to express her condolences.

"I go with you."

"No need..." Mu Qingge raised his eyes and looked at Gu Xiuye ​​worriedly: "I'm afraid that Mo Jingchen will see you again..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Gu Xiuye ​​knew what she was talking about.

Gu Xiuye ​​held her hand, and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips.

"I'll be with you, or I won't worry."

Letting Mu Qingge go to meet Mo Jingchen alone is like going into the mouth of a tiger.

If something happened, he would regret it too much!
Mu Qingge wanted to say something else, but Gu Xiuye ​​blocked her voice and said, "Don't worry, there should be a reporter at the scene tomorrow, and he shouldn't act rashly."

Although his tone was somewhat uncertain, he could only gamble.

What's more, he will also bring bodyguards with him, so that Mo Jingchen will not have any chance to do anything to the two of them.

Seeing that he couldn't resist Gu Xiuye, Mu Qingge could only sigh softly, as if he agreed.

"Ok."

The next day.

Mu Qingge deliberately took out the all-black dress from the closet, and rushed to Yancheng funeral home together with Gu Xiuye, who was wearing a black suit.

As Gu Xiuye ​​had expected, many reporters had already surrounded the entrance of the funeral parlor.

Except for the reporter, there was no one else.

Seeing a car approaching, the reporters with keen senses turned their heads and surrounded Gu Xiuye's car.

Seeing Gu Xiuye ​​getting off the car, the reporters were startled.

"Mr. Gu, why are you here?"

Immediately afterwards, Gu Xiuye ​​turned on the co-pilot, took Mu Qingge's hand and helped her out of the car.

This is a figure that reporters did not expect.

"Miss Mu, are you here to mourn Mrs. Mo?"

"You and Mo Jingchen used to be husband and wife, did Gu Nian reach this level?"

……

Before the reporters could ask a few questions, the bodyguards of the Gu family rushed over, pushed aside the crowd, and made a way for Mu Qingge and Gu Xiuye.

Mu Qingge adjusted his dark glasses, was held in Gu Xiuye's arms, and walked quickly into the funeral home.

The funeral home was empty, only Mo Jingchen was kneeling in front of Mrs. Mo's coffin.

Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Jingchen thought it was another reporter sneaking in, and said without turning his head, "I don't accept interviews."

His voice was cold and lifeless.

Mu Qingge approached step by step, took Gu Xiuye's hand and stopped behind him.

"I'm here to mourn my aunt."

Hearing Mu Qingge's voice, Mo Jingchen was startled for a moment, then turned his head in surprise, and looked at her in shock.

"How did you come!?"

Seeing Mo Jingchen's undisguised eyes, Gu Xiuye ​​quietly blocked Mu Qingge behind him, locked his eyes on him, and looked at him vigilantly.

Mo Jingchen glanced at him.

Just when Mu Qingge thought that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Mo Jingchen averted his eyes from Gu Xiuye.

"I'm glad you can come."

Mo Jingchen seemed to be a different person, as if after Mrs. Mo's death, he had thought about it a lot, and his whole person seemed to have calmed down a lot, and he was no longer as tit-for-tat as before.

Mu Qingge's eyes widened in surprise, and he pursed his lips; "You..."

He had changed too much, and Mu Qingge could hardly believe it.

Mo Jingchen knelt before old lady Mo's spirit again, straightened his back, and looked at the portrait of old lady Mo.

"After experiencing life and death, I finally saw a lot of things."

"The things that I used to be obsessed with may really not be worth mentioning."

His tone was flat and unwavering, as if he was stating some period that had nothing to do with him.

Mu Qingge turned to look at Gu Xiuye, his eyes were full of doubts.

Gu Xiuye ​​didn't know what Mo Jingchen wanted to do.

"bring it on."

Mo Jingchen handed over the white daisy.

The funeral had already started for a long time, but the only people who arrived at the funeral were Mu Qingge and Gu Xiuye.

Mu Qingge took the daisy from his hand, followed Gu Xiuye, and walked towards Old Madam Mo.

"I appreciate you coming."

Mo Jingchen laughed at himself, lowered his eyes, and covered up all the thousands of thoughts in his heart.

Hearing Mo Jingchen's sincere words, Mu Qingge gradually let go of his guard and vigilance towards him.

After presenting the daisies, Mu Qingge returned to Mo Jingchen's side.

"I hope you really see it."

Mu Qingge remembered what Qin Mian said. After Mrs. Mo passed away, he locked himself in the villa without any movement. Was it like this after he came out of the villa?

Mo Jingchen's deep eyes looked in the direction of Mrs. Mo: "Of course I looked away."

"Thank you."

He withdrew his gaze, and stretched out his hand to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge was a little vigilant, turned his head to look at Gu Xiuye, and saw that there was nothing unusual about him, so he put his hand in Mo Jingchen's.

She has raised her heart to her throat and is ready.

But Mo Jingchen really just shook her hand, and immediately let go of her hand, without the slightest nostalgia.

Until he came out of the funeral home, Mu Qingge was still a little puzzled.

"Do you think he has really changed?"

Mo Jingchen's every move just now did not violate the rules.

Only when he first saw Mu Qingge, he was excited for a little while, and quickly hid that excitement in his heart.

"What do you think?"

Gu Xiuye ​​put on his seat belt and started the car.

Mu Qingge scratched his head, pursed his lips and shook his head: "I don't know either..."