The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

In early spring, the weather is warm but still cold.

After a flight of more than ten hours and a transfer of more than an hour, Leng Ruofei got off the plane with no luggage in her hands, only a handbag. She was only wearing a white shirt with the collar casually standing up, and a thin black cashmere coat on the outside.

After leaving the airport, she shivered at the chill. She immediately waved and got into a taxi, heading straight for Wolongshan Funeral Home.

"Master, we're in a hurry, can you go faster?" Leng Ruofei looked at his watch, not paying attention to the scenery outside the window.

"It will be fine once we pass the city. There is a culvert here and there is a traffic jam every day." The driver moved forward step by step, glanced at the traffic police directing traffic at the intersection, and shook his head, "It will be faster without the traffic police..."

Traffic jam early in the morning? Leng Ruofei was in no mood to argue with the driver. She kept looking at her watch, anxious and anxious, wishing she could grow wings and fly through the long queue of cars. From time to time, there were requests for taxis from nearby passengers. The driver glanced at her sitting in the back seat and did not ask for a ride.

Sure enough, as the driver said, except for that section of the road, the rest was unobstructed. The moment Leng Ruofei stepped into the Wolongshan Funeral Home, she looked at her watch and it was already 8:20.

The large LED screen clearly displayed: Mu Liangsheng, Farewell Hall No. 1, 8 o'clock.

Leng Ruofei immediately followed the sign and walked inside. Low mournful music accompanied by occasional sobbing could be heard faintly. Every door was closed. She didn't know where to enter, so she walked around in front of several doors. Looking at the entire long corridor, it was empty, without a single person.

A door opened, and a man in a suit walked out. She ran over as if she had found a savior: "Hello, do you know where Farewell Hall No. 1 is?"

The man was stunned at first, then he scanned her up and down with his narrow eyes, and casually pointed to the door behind him that he had just closed. A big golden "number one" on the upper right side of the door was very eye-catching.

"Oh, here... Sorry, thank you!" Leng Ruofei blushed slightly, and deliberately ignored the man's slightly raised mouth. No wonder he didn't answer him immediately, it was really...

Taking a deep breath, Leng Ruofei tried hard to control his emotions. He tied his loose hair into a ponytail and twisted it with his fingers, outlining a graceful arc.

Gently pushing the door open, Leng Ruofei stepped in. The sound of mourning music immediately surrounded her, and she saw a kind smile on the large display screen in front of her. His bright eyes were looking at her with a smile, and his originally gray temples were still black and shiny, as if he was ten years younger. This photo should be of him ten years ago. The past suddenly came up, and in an instant, her eyes were wet, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

The mournful music continued, but the sobbing gradually died down. The hundreds of people who were standing there in silence all looked at the girl who had arrived late at the door.

Leng Ruofei was completely unaware, she stared at the portrait of Mu Liangsheng on the big screen opposite. His eyebrows were not very thick, even a little funny, and there were deep forehead wrinkles on his forehead, which were more obvious when he smiled. Although his eye bags were a little prominent, his eyes were very deep, and under his high nose bridge, the corners of his mouth were curved with a warm smile. How could his vigorous temperament look like that of a 68-year-old man?

"Shameless! How dare you come here!" A woman dressed in black rushed over from the first row, cursing in a hoarse voice, and slapped Leng Ruofei in the face with a "slap"...

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