My wife has always been timid

What Jing Hao didn't know was how many times Gao Hong gave orders to No. [-] during this day.

Since Su Qingcheng went out, Gao Hong used the program to attack No. [-]'s information base many times, trying to make her catch up with Su Qingcheng and deal with it successfully outside.

……

The next day.

Mr. Fu's funeral was held at home, a place where he had lived and worked all his life.

The Fu family has an extraordinary status in Haidu, and the old man is also a well-known figure in Haidu.

Now at his funeral, almost all the heavyweights in Haidu were present, and all kinds of cars were parked in the courtyard and outside the door of Fu's house, spreading to tens of meters away from the door.

The whole house of Fu was covered with white silk and satin, and a large white founding letter was hung above the plaque in the hall. The hall was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere. The white candles on the ceiling flickered, and from time to time, the sound of crying women came from behind the screen.

Headed by Fu Xiuyuan, the children of the Fu family stood on both sides of the hall in black mourning clothes, expressing their gratitude to the guests who came to express their condolences.

Fu Xiuyuan stood up.

The rest are all kneeling.

No one dared to disobey and make trouble on such an occasion, even Fu Hongli had to wear hemp and mourning and kneel under Fu Xiuyuan's knees to thank his father.

Yuan Yin also stood guard in front of the mourning hall.

I don't know if it was because he belonged to Fu Xiuyuan's personal secret guard, dressed in black, he stood quietly behind Fu Xiuyuan, and after the guests hated him, he followed his master and bowed slightly to thank the guests.

These were seen quietly by Su Qingcheng when he was hiding in the dark.

She was nameless and had no role, so it was really not suitable for her to attend the funeral with Fu Xiuyuan. Fu Xiuyuan also mentioned something to her in the morning, but she refused. After the rejection, she ran to the back garden alone to blow the air.

The front hall was playing dirge music, and she stood alone on the small bridge in the back yard admiring the anemone.

I still remember that the anemones in this lake were all planted by the old mistress. Now that it is autumn, the flowering period of the lotus is gradually fading. There are very few flowers in the lake, and there is a sense of exhaustion.

"Allure?"

Suddenly a slightly soft low voice came from behind, Su Qingcheng couldn't help being surprised when he heard this voice, and turned his head to look back.

It's really Fu's mother.

Fu's mother wore a black cheongsam with armbands on her arms. Her pale face looked like she hadn't had a good rest last night. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen. She must have cried with those sisters-in-law who were pretending to be sad.

Is the sun coming out in the west?Mother Fu would talk to her in such a pleasant manner?

"What are you doing here alone?" Mother Fu didn't seem to see the scrutiny in her eyes, lifted the long skirt of the cheongsam, and walked up the small bridge step by step.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

What's more, today's situation is special.

Su Qingcheng didn't touch Fu's mother's face, and said softly: "Appreciate the flowers."

Flower viewing?

Fu's mother followed her gaze to look down the bridge. She didn't know what to think, and suddenly smiled: "I still remember the last time I stood on this bridge with you. We are not so unfamiliar with each other."

Oh?
Su Qingcheng sized up the woman with sideways eyes, seeing that the woman's eyes were full of memories and yearning, she only pulled her lips: "I don't remember."

Mother Fu has nothing to say.

She also knew about Su Qingcheng's loss of memory. After hearing Su Qingcheng's unfamiliar words, her eyes drooped slightly, her hands rested on the railing with no place to rest, and she sighed slightly.

Is this not going?
Su Qingcheng glanced at Fu's mother's hand on the railing suspiciously, and raised her eyebrows: "Doesn't Madam need to guard in the front hall?"

"Why waste time there?" Mother Fu's tone was full of melancholy, looking at the lotus in the lake, the corner of her lips twitched mockingly: "Look at the people in the mourning hall, which one is really sad?"

The big family with a century-old foundation involved interests every step of the way, and had long since lost the human touch between relatives.

Regardless of whether you are truly grieving, you still have to live with face, right?

As the head mother of the Fu family and the eldest daughter-in-law of the old man, if she is not guarding in front of the mourning hall, she will be criticized to some extent.

It's just that Su Qingcheng saw that Fu's mother really didn't intend to go back, and she wasn't in the mood to meddle in her own business.

The affairs of the Fu family had nothing to do with her, and she didn't know why she continued to stay here, probably because she felt that it was immoral to leave Fu Xiuyuan alone during this period.

"Actually, I hate him so much..."