The Predator of the Beautiful President

Just like that, Zhao Xueyan knelt, Xia Dongyang and Liu Hong stood, and more than three hours passed. Both Xia Dongyang and Xia Dongyang were afraid that Zhao Xueyan's body would not be able to bear it if this continued. Liu Hong turned his head and looked at Xia Dongyang.

Xia Dongyang came over knowing it, and walked forward, saying: "Mr. Zhao, my condolences have changed, and my uncle doesn't want to see you be so sad and blame yourself. The most important thing now is to arrange for uncle's funeral."

Zhao Xueyan shook her head, and said with a sad face: "I killed my dad, I killed my dad, I deserve to die, damn!"

As she spoke, she became more and more excited, and raised her hand to slap her face heavily. Xia Dongyang's complexion changed, and she hurriedly grabbed Zhao Xueyan's hand.

But Zhao Xueyan's slap just now was indeed ruthless, and five clearly visible finger marks appeared on her face immediately.

"Let go of me, let me go!" Zhao Xueyan was emotional and struggling desperately.

Xia Dongyang simply hugged her from behind, tied her hands tightly, and said: "Mr. Zhao, uncle won't blame you, he only hopes that you can live a better and happier life in the future, you Treating himself like this will only make his spirit in heaven uneasy."

Zhao Xueyan heard it, stopped struggling, and relaxed her body, Xia Dongyang let go of her, and she fell down on the edge of the bed again, crying loudly.

Xia Dongyang secretly sighed, and could only stand by and accompany him silently. About ten minutes later, Zhao Xueyan stood up and said calmly to Xia Dongyang and Liu Hong: "Let's deal with my dad's funeral!"

"Okay, miss." Seeing that Zhao Xueyan cheered up, Liu Hongfang was relieved a little, and then went out.

Not long after, he called two nurses from the hospital, covered Zhao Zhengming with a white cloth, and carried him onto a stretcher.

Zhao Xueyan's tears couldn't help falling down again, and she quickly followed behind the stretcher. This scene was so familiar. Although Zhao Zhengming had faked his death that time before, Zhao Xueyan didn't know about it, and she was also heartbroken. , but really left.

Having endured such heavy grief twice in such a short period of time, it is not difficult to imagine how deep and deep the hurt Zhao Xueyan suffered in her heart must be.

Xia Dongyang and Liu Hong also followed silently. The three sent Zhao Zhengming to the car, and then went to the funeral home at the foot of Bijia Mountain.

Everything is so familiar, it is even the same room as when Zhao Zhengming pretended to die before. Kneeling in front of the ice coffin, how hopeful Zhao Xueyan was. This time, like last time, she was kept in the dark. Here, everything was arranged by her father, but she knew that it was impossible, impossible!
Xia Dongyang and Liu Hong also knelt a little behind Zhao Xueyan respectively. This night, I am afraid that they will have to watch the night like this.

But not long after, a group of about ten people rushed in. Xia Dongyang and Liu Hong stood up at the same time and turned around. They saw that the leader of this group was Zhao Zhengming's eldest brother, Zhao Zhengrong. The people who persecuted Zhao Xueyan in the hospital last time, or later in the 'Huayang Group', came very well.

Needless to say, they must have learned of Zhao Zhengming's death through some means, so they rushed to this funeral home desperately. They were really impatient!

Xia Dongyang didn't know what they were going to do. He secretly made up his mind that as long as anyone dared to say a word that hurt Zhao Xueyan, or disturbed Zhao Zhengming's spirit in heaven, he would directly teach him a lesson.

"Zhengming, why did you leave just like that? What will you do with Xueyan after you let her, and what will the Zhao family do?"

Before Xia Dongyang could speak, in the crowd, a middle-aged woman wearing gold and silver, with a face so smeared that she would lose powder while walking, rushed out and threw herself on Zhao Zhengming's ice coffin, crying like a mourning concubine stand up.

She is Zhao Zhengrong's wife, Zhao Zhengming's sister-in-law Wang Juan, but she cried for a long time, but she didn't see a single tear, which shows her artificiality.

"Go away, don't use your dirty hands to touch my father's ice coffin." Zhao Xueyan suddenly jumped up and pushed Wang Juan to the ground.

"Okay, Zhao Xueyan, you dare to push my mother." Zhao Guangxian, who was behind, saw his mother being pushed down, rushed up immediately, and stretched out his hand to push Zhao Xueyan.

How could Xia Dongyang let him succeed, grabbed his hand and pulled it, and Zhao Guangxian rushed out uncontrollably, and fell to the ground.

"Xia Dongyang, last time in the company, you hurt Guangxian, and I haven't settled with you yet, but this time I did it again, do you really think that I can't cure you?" Both his wife and son suffered, how could Zhao Zhengrong be so depressed? Hold your breath, step forward with a gloomy face, stare at Xia Dongyang and shout.

Xia Dongyang looked around at these ugly faces, and said coldly: "Uncle just passed away, if anyone dares to make trouble in front of his spirit, don't worry about me!"

"Uncle? Hahaha!"

At this time, a girl in the crowd was wearing an off-the-shoulder loose knit sweater and tight black leather pants. She looked like she was not yet 20 years old, and a girl with smoky makeup came out with a big smile, looked at Xia Dongyang and said : "I'm not ashamed to shout so affectionately!"

"I'm afraid some people have taken a fancy to Xueyan, right?"

"I think I want to collect both personal wealth and wealth!"

"Now it's finally time to wait!"

"It's a pity Zhengming, don't raise a white-eyed wolf!"

All of a sudden, each of the Zhao family spoke more harshly than the other, and there was a lot of noise in front of this simple mourning hall.

"Shut up!" Zhao Xueyan shouted in a cold voice, and then shouted to Xia Dongyang: "Xia Dongyang, throw them all out!"