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

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

The incident happened suddenly, and Leng Ruofei was caught off guard and was slapped. Her cheek immediately felt hot. Her skin was very fair, and five finger marks soon appeared on her face.

The woman didn't expect that she didn't dodge. She was stunned for a moment, then started cursing, and tore at Leng Ruofei's collar with standard movements.

She frowned and looked at the woman who beat her: her messy hair was tied up randomly, her eyes were red and swollen, and a white cloth was wrapped around her waist. At this time, the woman was still grabbing her collar and shouting: "Shameless woman! You even messed with an old woman in her sixties! You still have the nerve to come here? Bah! Shameless..."

Her voice was very unpleasant, as if she had been crying for a long time, and her voice was a little out of tune, which was extremely irritating to the ear. Leng Ruofei's sweater was severely deformed by her.

"I don't know you, let go of your hand!" Leng Ruofei's indifferent words were more powerful than the woman's shouting. Although he didn't know her, judging from the white cloth she was wearing, she should be Mu Liangsheng's daughter or daughter-in-law.

"You don't know me, but I know you! Aren't you Elen, the fashion designer? You vixen! I would recognize you even if you were burned to ashes!" The woman pointed a finger at Leng Ruofei's nose from time to time and said gritting her teeth.

"Oh, Dad! Why did you leave like this? Is there something you can't tell? Were you deceived by this vixen? Dad!" Another woman came over, pushing Leng Ruofei and crying loudly at the photo of Mu Liangsheng on the big screen.

More than a hundred people present began to whisper, and Leng Ruofei received too many questioning and contemptuous looks, as well as the flashlights of reporters. Yes, she was the lover of the 68-year-old man Mu Liangsheng.

Leng Ruofei glanced at the smiling face on the big screen, and with a little force pried away the hand that was pulling at his collar: "This is Mr. Mu's funeral, I hope you don't disturb him!"

She didn't explain, but just said this simple sentence, easily pointing the finger at the two women who were making a scene, as if they were being unreasonable.

Leng Ruofei walked past them and walked towards the body surrounded by flowers. She looked at the body for a few seconds, and her expressionless face began to show some emotion. Tears suddenly burst out uncontrollably. She lowered her head and kissed the glass coffin deeply. Then, she straightened her clothes and bowed three times to the body, respectfully.

Everyone present was deeply moved. What kind of person would kiss the coffin of a deceased person in public? Compared to the cries of the Mu family just now, this woman gave people the illusion that silence was more powerful than words. Could she really be Mu Lao's lover? Did the old man and the young really have a love affair that was beyond their years?

Leng Ruofei's tears flowed hotly down her cheeks, and the suppressed emotions in her heart seemed like a huge stone, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe. In just a dozen seconds of three bows, many scenes of her and Mu Liangsheng together kept flashing in her mind...

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