It's too hard to be troubled by the disease of fast wearing

Chapter 10
Chu's mother still agreed to Chu Bei's residence at school, mainly because Chu Bei coaxed her with words, and it was too late when she realized it.

Chu Bei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to worry about missing arms or legs, or being turned into a vegetable one day.

After staying at the school for a while and not seeing him for a while, she should be able to calm down, and he will come back when her mood improves a bit.

Without having to stay under the same roof with Chu Bei, Luo Xingchen was indeed in a good mood.

Moreover, Father Chu followed the thread of the male servant, and found out the clues, and found clues about the relationship between the male servant and Qiao Huan.

He simply gritted his teeth and detained the male servant, deliberately threatening and coercing, the male servant couldn't resist, and quickly revealed it.

Father Chu was stunned for a long time, he didn't believe everything the male servant said, but he believed in Luo Xingchen, his daughter had never lied.

But what if... what if there is something hidden?Father Chu decided to visit Qiao Huan himself.

Father Chu has a certain father-daughter affection for Qiao Huan, after all, blood is thicker than water.

But this relationship is destined to be inferior to the husband-wife relationship between Chu's father and Chu's mother, the father-daughter relationship with Chu Chu, and the father-son relationship with Chu Bei.

There are some that are even worse.

This Luo Xingchen didn't know, she deliberately dressed up, and changed into a simple black dress for herself.

Today is the day when Little Red Mao held his funeral.

The "mercury sulfuric acid case" was still hot, and the hooligans hired by Xiaohongmao and Qiao Huan had been stripped clean. Luo Xingchen found the place where Xiaohongmao's family held the funeral according to the address provided on the Internet.

The weather is not so good today, and the ink-splashed sky makes people feel depressed. It seems that a torrential rain is brewing.

Occasionally, silver lightning would flash across. Luo Xingchen specially brought an umbrella and used it before reaching the destination, but he still got a little wet.

Luo Xingchen put away the umbrella, the destination was a bit crude, the air smelled of putrid corpses, the freshener covering it was counterproductive and made the smell even worse.

There is a black coffin in the middle, and in front of the coffin are yellow and white chrysanthemums, surrounded by black and white photos of Xiaohongmao.

The family members lay on the coffin and wailed loudly, and a bunch of relatives and friends who had nothing to do with themselves stood in groups beside and at the door.

There are also netizens who have read the news on the Internet and come to join in the fun, taking pictures and videos with their mobile phones in twos and threes.

Luo Xingchen put a bouquet of yellow roses on the coffin.

She bent down, stretched out her fingers to touch the photo of Xiaohongmao, and described Xiaohongmao's facial features through the glass.

This bouquet of yellow roses came from Luo Xingchen's flower shop, it was still very fresh, as if it had just been picked, and there were small dewdrops hanging on the thick petals.

The flower shop is equivalent to Luo Xingchen's space, the difference is that she can only take flowers from the flower shop, and can only send flowers to the flower shop, nothing else.

The flower language of yellow roses is blessing.

Luo Xingchen only gave blessings to the dead.

The dead, some of them lay in coffins like little red hairs, some were taken to the crematorium to be cremated, and some were directly exposed to the wilderness.

There is no beautiful, ugly, kind, or dirty soul in the body, no emotions and six desires, and it is as clean as ever.

Therefore, how could she have the heart not to give her blessing?
Just like the little red hair in the coffin in front of him.

Such a vivid life finally froze in the photo, becoming indifferent and still black and white, and never passed away, and there was no more him.

so good.

Luo Xingchen felt sincerely, looked down at the family members who looked sad, and said, "My condolences."

Her voice was light and light, and she left almost after she finished speaking. When the family members came back to their senses, they only saw a black figure out of the corner of their eyes.

With a "bang", a thick silver lightning pierced the sky.

With the help of the light brought by the lightning, the family members could clearly see Luo Xingchen at this time. He was wearing a black dress, and his complexion was extremely pale by the lightning, flickering on and off, like a ghost.

At first glance, the family members were shocked and said: "Ghost! Ghost..."

The people around hurriedly looked in the direction where the family members were watching, breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted the family members: "What's the matter, it's a woman who came to the funeral."

Luo Xingchen walked away with an umbrella, and when he returned home, he found that Mother Chu would look at the gate from time to time, but she still tried her best to pretend that she didn't care.

Luo Xingchen asked curiously, "Who is Mom waiting for?"

Mother Chu blushed, and said falteringly. Only then did Luo Xingchen know that Father Chu had gone to find Qiao Huan.

She smiled slightly. Luo Xingchen could understand Papa Chu's love for Qiao Huan, which was brought out by blood, and Mama Chu's repulsive attitude towards illegitimate children.

Mother Chu is also highly educated, she can understand Qiao Huan intellectually.

After all, the identity of an illegitimate daughter was not something that Qiao Huan could choose, but she couldn't accept it emotionally, and always felt like a stick in her throat.

My husband is Qiao Huan's biological father by blood, so there is nothing wrong with visiting him occasionally, but Mother Chu still feels very uncomfortable.

Not only Mother Chu, every wife should be like this.

Father Chu didn't come back until the evening. At that time, it was raining heavily. Father Chu didn't hold an umbrella, and the rain dripped down his hair. His whole body was soaked and his face was expressionless.

"Why did you come back? I don't know what it's like to hold an umbrella." Chu's mother raised her eyebrows, blamed her, and wiped off the water stains on Chu's father.

Chu's father looked at Chu's mother darkly, without saying a word, he went straight to the master bedroom.

Chu's mother was upset: "Husband, what's your attitude, why do you look at me like that..."

The rest of the words came to an abrupt end with a "bang" slamming the door.

Mother Chu just stared dryly at the door of the master bedroom, it was impossible not to be angry or aggrieved.

Since getting married, Chu's father has never looked at her with the eyes just now.

Going to Qiao Huan's place changed so much?

Luo Xingchen was leaning against the wall, with his head hanging halfway as if dozing off, his eyes were bright and thoughtful.

In the next few days, Papa Chu's change became more obvious. He still dressed and ate normally, but he stopped going to the company to deal with things, and he didn't investigate the matter of "Bai Mei".

Luo Xingchen took care of the follow-up, and was reprimanded by Chu's father.

Luo Xingchen tilted his head, Papa Chu's behavior these days was too strange, too...obvious.

Arguing and arguing with Chu's mother at every turn, without moving the eyeballs.

She looked at people with a gloomy face all day long, which caused Chu's mother to cry several times. She asked Qiao Huan what she had said to him, but she kept her mouth shut and said nothing.

What does Papa Chu want to do?

In other words, what does Qiao Huan want to do?

Luo Xingchen raised the corners of her lips, she decided to take some time off.

Finally, on this day, the Chu family received a business invitation from Lu Yunchen, the eldest son of the Lu family.

Chu's father said the first sentence in the past few days except for quarreling and fighting: "Let's go together."

(End of this chapter)