The pattern is open, after the divorce, I am popular in the expensive circle

"You're right, I can't do this..."

Su Huiyue's slack eyes gradually regained some sanity, "Isn't Li Jingting just wanting to see me like this? How can I fulfill his wish?"

She spoke more and more vigorously, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging.

Ning Yichu sighed lightly and didn't say anything more. She and Su Huiyue didn't have much to talk about.

"You have a good rest, I will come to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

She asked people to put away all the photos of Li Lingyang in the ward, carefully put them in her bag and put them away, then turned around and was about to leave when Su Huiyue suddenly stopped her from behind.

"Ning Yichu..."

Ning Yichu turned her head subconsciously, her heart trembled in shock from her scarlet eyes.

"On the day of Ah Ling's funeral, I must send him off personally..."

Ning Yichu was slightly taken aback.

The meaning of this sentence is correct, but why does it sound so awkward?

And this kind of look, as if they want to die with themselves.

Thinking of Su Huiyue's unstable mental state, Ning Yichu settled down, nodded and assured her, "Arrange someone to pick you up then."

……

After leaving the hospital, Ning Yichu was about to go to the funeral parlor to watch over their preparations for the funeral when he suddenly received a call from Ning Qingwan.

Since picking up Li Lingyang's corpse, she didn't go to Ning's house very often, and she didn't contact Ning Qingwan either.

Ning Yichu thought about Ning Qingwan's physical condition and told her to go back later.

Mr. Ning's funeral is coming to an end, and no one will come here to pay homage.

Such a large ancestral hall seemed particularly deserted.

The mourning hall was covered with a big black cloth, like a dark cloud covering the entire Ning family, gloomy and oppressive.

Ning Qingwan twirled her rosary, and stood in front of Master Ning's spiritual tablet for a long time, her dim eyes seemed a little restless...

Even Ning Yichu walked in from the door without noticing it.

Ning Yichu looked at her mother's thin and thin back. She hadn't seen her for a few days, but she had the illusion of a lifetime away. Back then, Ning Qingwan hated her being with Li Lingyang so much. Now that Li Lingyang is gone, she doesn't have to worry anymore...

"Chu Chu?" Ning Yichu stood at the gate of the mourning hall for a long time before Ning Qingwan came to her senses.

Her eyes flickered slightly, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back, the Li family...is it okay?"

"Fortunately."

"I've seen the news. Last night...are you feeling overwhelmed? Chuchu, you still have your children, and me, so you can't do this..."

Ning Yichu pretended to be relaxed and said, "Those reporters are talking nonsense without knowing anything, I'm really fine."

Ning Qingwan's eyebrows and eyes were full of worry, "It's good that it's okay, actually, I think Mo Baiyou's child is pretty good..."

"Mom!" Ning Yichu interrupted her, "Li Lingyang just left, I still have a lot of things to deal with, I don't have time to think about those."

"I'm too impatient, then you should pay attention to your body."

Ning Yichu responded softly, and was just about to accompany Ning Qingwan back to the room to rest, when a discordant female voice suddenly came from outside the door——

"Yo, isn't this Ning Yichu?"

Ning Yaoyao walked in slowly, her hypocritical tone couldn't hide her sarcasm, she had spent so much time trying to please her and Ning Qingwan before, she just wanted to get close to Li Lingyang...

Who knew that Li Lingyang had such a short life!

How unlucky!

Disgust flashed across Ning Yichu's beautiful eyes, and he didn't want to talk to her, "Mom, let's go."

"Wait..." Ning Yaoyao stopped her, folded her arms on her chest, and said mockingly, "Li Lingyang died so badly, why are you so calm? It seems that you also Don't you love him very much?"

Ning Yichu's eyes darkened, pretending not to hear the sarcasm in her words.

Ning Yaoyao didn't see the desired reaction, so naturally she wouldn't let it go.

"Aren't you very proud in the past? Didn't you think that you could look down on people by being close to Li Lingyang's thigh? Now that Li Lingyang is dead, why do you have to be so proud? Outsiders are not welcome in our villa! Hurry up and pack your bags and get out of here." go out--"

She spoke more and more vigorously, her voice became louder and louder uncontrollably, her tone became more sarcastic and arrogant, and every word was cruel.

Ning Yichu only felt that countless hands were rubbing his heart fiercely.

On the surface, she still ignored Ning Yaoyao's provocation.

His gaze swept to the shelf where the tribute was placed, and finally stopped on a pure copper candle holder.

Behind him, Ning Yaoyao's ridicule continued, "Grandpa gave you some shares when he died, just to let our Ning family be tied up with you, Mrs. Li, who is going to be Mrs. Li. I didn't expect Li Lingyang to die so soon. What a shame! A waste of hard work! If I knew that Li Lingyang was so useless, I would have..."

"Have you said enough?"

Ning Yichu slowly took down the candlestick, weighed it in his hand, turned around and spoke lightly.

The indifferent voice seemed to have been soaked in cold water, oozing with a biting chill.

Ning Yaoyao was startled by this voice, she saw that Ning Yichu turned around with a blank expression, and approached her step by step with the heavy copper candlestick in one hand...

"Ning Yichu, you, what are you going to do!"

"You're right, Li Lingyang really died a miserable death, so I'm in a bad mood now, if I accidentally hurt someone with a shake of my hand, it should be understandable, right?"

"you you you……"

Ning Yaoyao looked at Shang Ning Yichu's cold eyes, and there seemed to be a terrifying and fierce light in them, the expression on her face gradually changed from complacent to frightened, and she stepped back step by step.

"Don't come here, I will call someone..."

"You shout, but I don't know, should I smash your head with this first, or they will come to save you first?" Ning Yichu's expression was extremely calm, but his voice was frighteningly cold,

The corners of the candlestick in his hand were glowing with cold light, as if it would be swung on her head in the next second!

Ning Yaoyao's legs gave way, and she accidentally tripped over the futon on the ground for worship, and fell down on the Eight Immortals chair next to her.

He raised his head in embarrassment, and shouted angrily, "You dare to touch me! The second room will not let you go, and your mother, she is also an accomplice..."

"boom!"

"what!!!"

Just heard a loud bang.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Yaoyao screamed like crazy!

"I was wrong! I was wrong, please forgive me! It's my mouth..."

Ning Yaoyao's eyes were tightly closed, her neck was shrunk into her collar, and her whole body was trembling violently.

Almost subconsciously holding his head and begging for mercy.

It took a long time to realize that there was no pain as imagined. Ning Yichu's candlestick rubbed against her head and smashed hard on the Eight Immortals table next to her...

"Hitting you dirty my own hands."

Ning Yichu sneered coldly.

"..."

Ning Yaoyao's heartbeat accelerated.

Ning Yichu straightened up, looked at Ning Yaoyao condescendingly, "If I hear you talking nonsense again, I will pull out your tongue."

No matter how annoying Ning Yaoyao is at ordinary times, Ning Yichu doesn't bother to have the same knowledge as her.

But why did she say those hurtful things at this time?