Young Master Gu, your wife's vest has fallen off again

Before he knew it, dazzling white hair appeared between Zhong Fuhong's temples. He was in his prime, and now he looked much older. He was not at all like the high-spirited and powerful Zhong Fuhong in the past. An old father suffering the pain of losing a son.

That's it, I don't know how long it took, because there were many guests, it was only halfway through after a long time, but this scene has spread throughout the entire family, and almost all the forces have heard of Zhong Fuhong's story Things, and many more are driving here right now.

"Dad, are we really going?"

Wang Yufan was reluctant to button up his suit, and Wang Jianshan insisted on taking him to Zhong Hu's funeral. They had just been to Zhong Fuhong's house not long ago, and they were going to Zhong Hu's funeral again. What he disliked the most was Dressed in a black uniform, he looked tacky.

"Of course I'm going. I don't know how many people are really coveting this place. Of course we're going to join in the fun."

Wang Jianshan wore a neat Chinese tunic suit and pushed his glasses. He chose to attend Zhong Hu's funeral, of course not just to attend the funeral. A small Zhong Hu is not qualified enough for Wang Jianshan to go out in person, but If it is Zhong Fuhong, then he really has this qualification. Going to the funeral is just a pretense. The real purpose is to visit Zhong Fuhong, and everyone goes there with this purpose.

Although they had already gone to Zhong Fuhong before, after all, this time was the funeral of Zhong Fuhong's son Zhong Hu, so it was necessary for him to go, after all, the meaning was different.

"Oh, that's fine."

Wang Yufan sighed softly, put on his leather shoes, his face looked a bit reluctant, he didn't think so much, he just thought it would be bad luck to attend Zhong Hu's funeral.

"Okay, don't complain, Zhong Fuhong is still suspicious of you now, you just go with me and learn more experience, after all, I can't protect this family all the time, I have to leave it to you later Second, if you go to Zhong Hu's funeral, it will dispel Zhong Fuhong's suspicions about you, anyway, we didn't do it anyway, so don't feel guilty about it."

Wang Jianshan looked at the reluctance on Wang Yufan's face, and explained softly to him that he did this for a purpose, and everything was for the future.

"Ah, well, Dad, I see."

Wang Yufan was stunned for a moment, he didn't think too much, seeing Wang Jianshan's earnest and instructive appearance, Wang Yufan was somewhat taught.

Then the two drove to the cemetery.

In another place, the news was also received in the villa.

"Master, Zhong Fuhong is currently holding a funeral for his son, do we want to attend?"

Mo Lao stood in the living room in a daze, looking at Zhong Louyu in front of him. He came to report as soon as he received the news, but he was a little curious about whether they should participate. After all, Zhong Hu was killed by them, so he went to participate in his The funeral seems a bit weird, although no one has evidence to identify them as yet.

"Oh? Is this old guy so anxious to bury his son?"

Zhong Louyu was half lying on the sofa, and when he heard what Mo Lao said, he slowly raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Mo Lao with interest.

I didn't expect this old guy to be so impatient. Could it be that he was so anxious to bury his precious son?
"Hehe, maybe he couldn't bear to look at his son's corpse. It would save worry if he buried it earlier."

Old Mo chuckled, he couldn't figure out why, why was this old guy in such a hurry?

Haven't found out the cause of Zhong Hu's death yet, so hastily held a funeral for his son?To be honest, it is indeed a bit strange.

"Well, I hope so. It's a pity that some old guys are not so indecisive. Everyone is dead. It's useless for him to do anything, but if he pulls out a few big ones while the funeral is in order If it is a fish, then he will make a lot of money."

Zhong Louyu's slender fingers tapped on the table lightly, making a series of rattling sounds, which seemed harsh in the quiet living room.

Zhong Louyu obviously didn't think so. Before Zhong Fuhong found out the cause of Zhong Hu's death, it was impossible for him to bury his son in a hurry. Even if it was really buried, Zhong Hu would not die in peace.

All the funerals that Zhong Fuhong is organizing now may be fake, but the real purpose is to lead out the real murderer of Zhong Hu.

This is his real purpose.

"S."

After hearing Zhong Louyu's words, Mr. Mo took a deep breath. Is it true that Zhong Fuhong's mansion is so deep as Zhong Louyu said?If that's the case, it's downright terrifying.

"Master, he won't joke about such a thing, will he?"

Mo Lao frowned deeply, and looked at Zhong Louyu with some astonishment. The funeral is only once in a lifetime. Would Zhong Fuhong cheat?That's his son, he probably wouldn't do that.

"Hehe, the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, hasn't Zhong Fuhong made a decision after investigating for so long? He is doing it now, and it is the last thing he does, and he can only do so now."

Zhong Louyu chuckled. He would not doubt a person who was once a generation of lions. Although their era has passed, their aura is still there. Zhong Fuhong will not be the kind of person who fell because of the tragic death of his son.

What's more, the dog jumped the wall in a hurry. What's more, it has been so long now, Zhong Fuhong has not found out anything, and the progress has always been boiling frogs in warm water. If you don't come with some strong information, you may not get anything. Obviously Zhong Fuhong I thought so too.

"Yeah, what the young master said is that it seems that Zhong Fuhong is about to make the final decision now."

Mr. Mo raised his head slowly, with a look of sternness in his eyes. Although he is old now, his kung fu has not regressed in the slightest, and his aura has also learned to be restrained. Most people can't tell it at all, and they will only think that he is a bully. He is an old man, but he does not know that this old man is a master of martial arts.

"Yeah, that's right, Zhong Fuhong has no chance to choose now, and he will run out of time if the ink continues, and he is also in a hurry."

Zhong Louyu raised his hand and stroked his ring. He still knew Zhong Fuhong, an old guy, even though he was usually idle, but Zhong Louyu would always think about it alone when others didn't know it. He was used to it. Feeling lonely, he has been like this since he was a child, he likes to hide in the dark, although it is lonely, it feels good.