Evil president, forced love

Not long after, Tang Jun's car stopped downstairs, went out safely, and got into the car.

The two of them were speechless all the way, and soon arrived at the main altar of the church.

An Ran was slightly surprised, "The church has declared bankruptcy..."

"I redeemed this place again, so that Aunt Ning can leave in a decent way." Tang Jun replied wearily.

For Ning Yu's affairs, he has been busy all morning. Although the physical fatigue is nothing, the burden in his heart is heavy.

If it wasn't for his suspicion, maybe An Ran could see her mother for the last time.

"Let's go."

Tang Jun looked at An Ran, who was a little sluggish, and spoke slowly.

He knew in his heart that it would be difficult for An Ran to accept this fact for a while, but the thing had already happened, so he had to let nature take its course.

An Ran turned her head, looked at Tang Jun, and responded softly, "En."

Then he got out of the car and walked towards the church headquarters. The outside of the church was covered with white silk, and there was a sad atmosphere everywhere.

From far away, Yin Yihan's crying could be heard, crying heart-piercingly.

An Ran felt a pain in her heart, her steps became more and more sluggish, she was a little afraid to go in, she was a little scared, inexplicably scared...

"Let's go." Tang Jun saw An Ran's thoughts, stepped forward, held her shoulders, and stopped her from going in.

An Ran was forced to enter the hall, which was filled with chrysanthemums and white silk, except for Xuanyuan Jing and Yin Yihan, there were only a few loyal church members.

The whole mourning hall looked deserted, and Ning Yu was lying in the coffin in the middle with her eyes closed quietly, as if she was asleep.

Yin Yihan was already crying so hard that when he saw An Ran approaching, he knelt down in front of Ning Yu's coffin crying, "Mom, sister finally came back to see you..."

The phrase 'finally' expressed his dissatisfaction. Last night, he experienced the most difficult night. Ning Yu kept holding his hand and kept calling An Ran's name.

However, for An Ran's peaceful life, he could only watch his mother leave with hatred.

"Give mother a stick of incense." Tang Jun pulled An Ran's arm and reminded.

An Ran stared blankly at everyone, as if she was stupid, and shook her head violently after a long time, "No, you lied to me...you lied to me..."

After An Ran finished speaking, she quickly ran out of the mourning hall and headed outside.

She couldn't accept this fact, especially the fact that Ning Yu died. She knew in her heart that Ning Yu was so kind to her, and that Ning Yu was her biological mother.

However, the more this happened, the more she could not accept the fact that Ning Yu had passed away.

She would rather be a turtle, and would rather believe that all of this never happened.

That's right, it didn't happen, she wasn't the daughter of Xuanyuan Jing and Ning Yu, and Ning Yu didn't die either.

Everything is still like yesterday.

"Anran!" Tang Jun chased up from behind and grabbed Anran's arm, "Give it to your mother, she will be happy in heaven."

"Tang Jun!" An Ran suddenly threw herself into Tang Jun's arms, crying bitterly, "Why...why did she leave...why did you tell me at this time..."

Why didn't she even see her mother's last side? There was resentment, loss, and pain in her heart, but there was no place to vent.