Divorce contract: President please sign

"Xiao Ziyi, hello, I am... Well, I can barely be considered your uncle."

Bai Ye is usually too arrogant, his coldness is even more serious than Shen Boyan.

Mo Chang'an met him once, and they were best friends when they were in England, so they naturally knew this very well.

To be honest, it was rare for her to see such a soft expression and smile on Bai Ye's face.

Not even to her, that kind of soft smile that seemed to melt in the corners of his eyes and brows, and the doting eyes, just quietly looking at Little Pudding.

This was also the first time Mo Changan heard someone call his daughter not Xiao Puding, but Xiao Ziyi.

The title of uncle also made Mo Changan stunned.

uncle?

If you really think about it, Bai Ye is indeed an uncle, right?

She has the same father and half mother as Shen Boyan, but she is a few months older than Shen Boyan.

After Bai Ye finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and gently teased Little Pudding's face. Little Pudding seemed to like him very much, and when he was holding him, he kept grinning with his toothless mouth and narrowed his eyes, with a look of What a happy look.

Bai Ye looked up at Shen Boyan, "Congratulations, she's so cute."

The corners of Shen Boyan's lips curled into a slight smile.

"I'm Uncle...you don't mind what I say, do you?"

Bai Ye asked Shen Boyan a question, and Shen Boyan glanced at him, "What do you mind, originally, you are her uncle, remember to prepare the red envelope."

At the end of his sentence, he made a joke like this.

Bai Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Changan had already walked out, gave the child instructions to Zhang Mama, and was about to go out.

The car was still waiting at the door, and as soon as she went out, Shen Boyan wrapped her in a very large woolen shawl, preventing her from being blown by any wind, and helped her into the car.

Bai Ye and Bai Luo were in another car, and Miya was waiting in the car, still looking gloomy, and when she saw Bai Ye getting into the car, she couldn't help complaining, "I'm really crazy to go crazy with you, In such a cold weather, I not only asked you to come out of the hospital, but also accompanied you out of the hospital, my God, if Wendy knew how rebellious I was, she would have to kill me."

Hearing this, Bai Ye just smiled, glanced at Miya, and said softly, "Thank you, Miya."

His voice was soft and gentle, and Miya couldn't continue to be annoyed with just one sentence. She just thought it was a short hand?Otherwise, how could there be no way to take this man?

The car quickly drove towards the funeral home. Along the way, Shen Boyan had already answered Qi Ming's call, saying that the funeral home was ready and the memorial service was in the Changming Hall.

And because Meng Cheng sent out the obituary just after twelve o'clock last night, so now the guests have already arrived.

Now in the business world, there are few people who dare not sell Qiao's face. Qiao's and Shen's are in the same spirit, and everyone knows more or less privately that the Joy Group seems to have something to do with Qiao's and Shen's. relation.

It is even more irresistible.

Even in such a cold day, the parking lot of the funeral home is full of black luxury cars.

The guests who came to express their condolences were all dressed in black formal attire, looking very solemn.

This was originally a depressing and solemn place.

Mo Chang'an didn't know why, the closer he was to the funeral parlor, the more he felt that there was something missing in his head, empty, like a hole, and the cold wind could keep whizzing in, his whole heart was shaking. Little by little sinking and getting cold little by little.

Looking at the building of the funeral parlor that was getting closer and closer outside the car window, Mo Chang'an only felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

She frowned slightly, the driver had already turned the car in and stopped at the entrance of the Changming Hall.

Meng Cheng and Qi Ming were already waiting at the door in black suits.

The weather was too cold today, they stood there with their necks slightly shrunk, and the white air in their mouths came out with their breath.

Seeing Mo Changan's car approaching, he immediately came over and opened the door.

"Mr. Mo, be careful, the ground is slippery."

Meng Cheng immediately reached out to help Mo Changan.

When Shen Boyan got out of the car, he looked sideways at Qi Ming and asked, "How's the arrangement going?"

"Originally there was no problem, but now because of the sudden snowfall last night, the road to the funeral home has a steep road around the mountain, so the traffic is not so smooth, and the guests may be late."

Shen Boyan nodded, there was nothing to do about this force majeure factor.

"Now the family members have to go in and change their clothes first, and the filial piety clothes are ready."

Qi Ming pointed inside, then looked at Shen Boyan hesitantly, "Boss, do you want to wear mourning as a family member? After all, you and the proprietress have already..."

Qi Ming didn't speak, Shen Boyan looked at him coldly, "Of course I'm a family member, and Chang'an is my wife."

Shen Boyan spit out this sentence coldly, Qi Ming shrank his neck, and said nothing more.

Shen Boyan looked past him and looked at Mo Changan. Originally, Meng Cheng was about to help Mo Changan into the Changming Hall.

But Mo Chang'an stood still, and just stared into the room in a daze, his eyes were also a little fixed.

The Changming Hall is the largest memorial hall in the funeral parlor for holding memorial ceremonies, so it is very spacious. At this moment, the wall facing the main entrance is full of flowers. There, the upper edge of the photo is lightly covered by two black silk flowers...

The woman in the photo has a bright and beautiful smile. Her face is still the same as when she was young. Her facial features are exquisite, and no one can find anything wrong. In that age when makeup technology and PS were not yet developed, she was so A face that is naturally sculpted without makeup, is overwhelming.

Meng Cheng noticed Mo Changan's gaze, and was a little nervous, because she had arranged and prepared these, and said quickly, "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, because... Ma'am, she didn't have any photos after she got sick, so I just I found a previous photo, and this one, I thought it could be used, so I took it and used it without permission, is there... What's wrong with it?"

Mo Changan just stood there quietly, and then, two tears rolled down from her eyes, she hastily raised her hand to wipe it, and then lightly pursed her lips, "No, there's nothing wrong, I just... My mother has been ill for so long that I almost can’t remember her. She was so beautiful when she was young. Using this photo...is very good. Many of the people who came to express condolences are my mother’s old acquaintances. I haven't met them, it's fine, let their memory stay in the most beautiful time of mother, it's fine."

Only then did Meng Cheng feel relieved, and helped Mo Changan walk inside, while Shen Boyan followed her, carefully paying attention to her emotions.

Just as I walked inside, I saw several people coming out from behind.

Mo Changan was stunned for a moment, "You...why..."