Mr. Gu, my wife has blocked you.

Bai Huizhu glanced at Qiao Xusheng.

After all, He Yurou was still his first wife, and she got married through free love. No matter how unpleasant the process was, at least the love they had had was real.

But now he can actually ask such a question.

do you want to go?

Is not this nonsensical?

She suppressed her emotions and whispered, "You must go. Qiao Ruoxing is still your daughter. If her mother dies, someone from the Gu family will come. When the Gu family comes, many celebrities in Jiangcheng will go. You are Qiao Ruoxing's father." , If you don’t go, others will see the Qiao family’s jokes.”

Qiao Xusheng was worried, "We are making trouble like this. If Xing makes trouble at the funeral, it will not end well."

"She won't."

Bai Huizhu said lightly, "Qiao Ruoxing respects He Yurou very much. She will never start a fight with you at He Yurou's funeral and make her mother leave so uneasily."

Qiao Xusheng pursed his lips.

Bai Huizhu looked at the man in front of her, how could she not know what he was thinking?

But since the illegitimate daughter's matter was exposed, she was afraid of being dismissed at the scene.

But this time, he had to go. If he didn't go, how could their identity as mother and daughter be made clear?

"Brother Sheng, don't worry. I'll go with you then. I'll wait for you outside. If anything happens, I'll take care of it for you."

Qiao Xusheng shook his head.

This sentence reminded him of He Yurou from before.

Every time the company encounters a crisis and he is in dire straits, she will be there to comfort him. She says it’s okay, the worst is bankruptcy. If we can make money back the first time, we can make it back the second time. The sky cannot fall, and calculations can’t. Yes, and her.

"Brother Sheng, go to bed early. We will go there early tomorrow to see He Yurou off for the last time."

Qiao Xusheng came to his senses, his throat was blocked, and he responded in a low voice.

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The plane took off at 06 o'clock in the morning, and Gu Jingyan took the car to the airport at 30:[-]. When he arrived at the airport and waited for the plane, he couldn't help himself and turned on his mobile phone.

After the mobile phone is connected to the Internet, many messages pop up on WeChat instantly.

He swiped the screen and scanned around, and found that Qiao Ruoxing had not sent him a text message, and he couldn't hide his disappointment.

Just when Shen Qingchuan was about to turn off his phone, a message popped up, "Gu Jingyan, if you don't fucking come back, your wife will be gone!"

Gu Jingyan's expression changed and he called Qiao Ruoxing first, but no one answered Qiao Ruoxing's call.

Gu Jingyan quickly called Shen Qingchuan again.

Shen Qingchuan had just arrived at the funeral home and almost cursed when he saw Gu Jingyan's call back.

He immediately pressed the answer button.

Gu Jingyan said bluntly, "What does the text message you sent mean?"

Shen Qingchuan gritted his teeth and said, "Your mother-in-law is dead and will be buried today. If you don't come back, your wife may not be able to survive!"

Gu Jingyan's heart was shaken, and his tone became serious, "When did it happen?"

"The night before yesterday, I had a fever and died. Your wife has been acting strange these past two days. You should come back quickly. She will be buried at two o'clock in the afternoon." He couldn't help complaining, "How have you been doing these past few days? Where did you go? At least leave your contact information. If you said you were making a fuss, your wife must have thought you were missing on purpose."

Gu Jingyan pursed his lips and said, "I'll tell you later. Where is Qiao Ruoxing? Let her answer the phone."

"I don't dare to provoke her. You'd better come back as soon as possible. I said something for you yesterday. She said that if you don't come back, her mother won't be able to be buried. How can I dare to answer the question? You are now It's useless to tell her on the phone. They may not answer your call. It's business to come back as soon as possible. If you can't make it to your mother-in-law's funeral, let me tell you, with my understanding as a woman, she will remember you forever!"

Gu Jingyan took a deep breath and said, "Please help her arrange the scene. I will get off the plane at ten ten."

"Okay, then hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Mingxuan came over with a bottle of water and handed it to him.

"Who are you calling?"

"Ayan," Shen Qingchuan unscrewed the bottle and took a sip, "I have contacted him. I will probably be back at 10:30."

Mo Mingxuan paused and whispered, "That's good."

Shen Qingchuan turned and glanced inside the funeral home, "Where is my sister-in-law?"

"Watching the undertaker putting on makeup."

Shen Qingchuan trembled and whispered, "How courageous."

The funeral parlor put makeup on He Yurou according to Qiao Ruoxing's instructions.

The makeup artist was pretty good. When they asked her to come over and have a look, she felt like she was seeing He Yurou from many years ago.

His hair is still black and his face is full of flesh. He looks a bit serious when he is not smiling.

She lay there, peacefully, as if asleep.

The undertaker asked her if she wanted to put on He Yurou's shoes.

There is a saying in Jiangcheng that when a relative dies, if a close relative puts on his shoes, the deceased will be able to find his way home during the Qingming Festival.

Qiao Ruoxing refused.

She said calmly, "If a person has a soul after death, I hope she will never return to this home."

That doesn't even deserve to be called home.

Before nine o'clock, people began to arrive at the funeral home one after another.

With Shen Qingchuan and Mo Mingxuan, the scene seemed very orderly.

The Shen family and the Mo family were at the scene to hand out incense and guide the way. He Yurou's memorial service at least looked extremely beautiful.

Qiao Ruoxing was dressed in black, with her hair tied back, a white flower on the side, and a mourning hat on her body.

She had no makeup, and her whole face looked cold and plain. Listening to the people who came to mourn her saying "sorrows", she numbly lowered her head in thanks.

Outside the funeral home, Rong Xu got out of the car, opened the door, and a girl in plain clothes stepped out of the car.

She is about 1.6 meters tall, has fair skin, is very slender, has a small face, somewhat long eyes, and very elegant facial features.

"Brother, this funeral home is so small."

The girl whispered.

Song Tianjun came down from the other side and knocked on her forehead, "Don't talk nonsense in front of others. He is your savior."

Song Jiayu rubbed his forehead and whispered, "I understand, don't keep knocking people on the head. How old am I?"

Song Tianjun curled his lips and smiled, "No matter how old you are, she is still my sister."

Then he pulled up Song Jiayu and said, "Let's go and offer people some incense."

Qiao Xusheng didn't expect so many people to come today.

There were dozens of luxury cars at the entrance. So many people came to such a small funeral home.

When he arrived at the scene and saw the scene, he refused to get out of the car.

In the end, it was Bai Huizhu who persuaded the person to go down.

He entered the funeral parlor cautiously. Many people looked back at him along the way, but no one paid him any attention.

Qiao Xusheng shamelessly walked into the memorial service. Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows when he saw him. He was really not embarrassed and had the nerve to do so.

Shen Qingchuan was usually such an eloquent person, but he didn't bother to pay attention to this guy on such occasions. He threw him a few sticks of incense and ignored him.

Qiao Xusheng put incense on He Yurou, walked up to Qiao Ruoxing, and said in the habitual tone of scolding her before, "Your mother passed away, why didn't you notify me?"

Qiao Ruoxing's face darkened.

How could he have the nerve to ask such a shameless question?

Before Qiao Ruoxing could respond, Song Tianjun's voice came from behind, "Mr. Qiao, you didn't know that your wife passed away. Shouldn't you be asking yourself the same question?"