Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

Everything happened so suddenly, Yin Linchu reluctantly smiled at Huo Qiao: "I might go with Chen Xuan, you should go to work first."

Huo Qiao frowned: "What nonsense, that's your father, I'll go with you."

Huo Qiao truthfully informed his superior about the death of his partner's father. Huo Qiao didn't wait for a reply, and got into the car with Yin Linchu directly, and followed Zhan Pengjie's car.

Yin Rong died in the early morning, and Yin Chenxuan and Gao Yuli came to inform Yin Linchu after they had settled everything.

It is the highest etiquette to come to inform the elder brother in person, but he did not mention at all what happened between the official death and the announcement.

However, in fact, Yin Linchu was not interested in the specific content.

His goal is very clear, that is to get points from these people's despicable methods, and the more he goes too far, the happier he may be.

A warm hand covered the back of Yin Linchu's slightly cool hand, then bent his fingers and clenched it tightly.

At such a moment, any words seemed pale, and the dead person was his father, a relative whose blood was thicker than water.

All Huo Qiao can do is to stay by his side and tell him that he is here and someone will support him.

Seeing Yin Lin looking over at the beginning, Huo Qiao patted himself on the shoulder lightly: "If you are tired, you can lean here."

Yin Linchu shook his head and said, "I'm not tired, I just woke up for less than two hours."

He looked sideways out of the window, admiring the scenery along the way.

However, this action of his, in the eyes of others, became a feigned strength after being extremely sad.

Such a poor man who lost his mother when he was young, and whose father married someone else, lived alone for many years after he became sensible, and finally reunited with his only relative, but he got the news of his father's death within a short time.

For anyone, this is a huge blow.

Human beings are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, at this moment, the sadness in his heart may have boiled to overflowing.

Dong Runyan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was still feeling a little emotional in front of his background board.

"Ugh."

A very shallow sigh sounded, and Huo Qiao didn't miss it.

The person next to him was sitting very straight, his chin was slightly raised, the curve of his neck was clear and sharp, and his whiteness was cold under the gloomy sky.

"I didn't even see him for the last time."

Yin Linchu's voice was as low as talking to himself, and there was regret in his eyes looking out of the window.

It's such a pity, Yin Rong is the first person who gave him so many points after he came here.

He couldn't help saying: "Why did you leave me so soon..."

Huo Qiao's heart tightened, and he held his hand slightly harder: "You still have me, I will always be by your side."

Yin Linchu turned his head and looked at him sadly: "No, we are legal partners who have held a ceremony. You can't be my father."

"..."

As long as the other party is confident enough, you will suspect that you have said something wrong.

The partner is now in the extreme grief of losing his father, Huo Qiao chooses to keep silent and skip this topic.

The car ahead stopped, Yin Linchu got out of the car, looked at the building in front of him without speaking, just stared at Yin Chenxuan.

This is not a hospital, Huo Qiao saw it at a glance, pulled Yin Linchu, and said coldly: "Why did we come to the funeral parlor?"

Yin Chenxuan bit his lower lip lightly, and said sadly: "This is my father's last wish.

He didn't want others to see his remains, and he wanted to be cremated as soon as possible after his death.

He also told his mother to keep everything simple and not to make a fuss. "

Yin Linchu felt that this was understandable. If he died, he would not want to display his body for others to observe.

"You mean, you have already been cremated?" Huo Qiao's face was a little ugly, he was always paying attention to Yin Linchu's changes, and sure enough, he saw his face change after hearing the words.

Yin Linchu began to feel a little sad again, it was true that he hadn't seen each other for the last time.

Originally, I thought I could find a little chance at last, but this mother and son are really fast and ruthless in doing things.

"Masochism +2, 44/100."

"Let's go in."

Yin Linchu pulled Huo Qiao and walked in.

With the high efficiency of that stepmother, he was afraid that if he was a step late, he might not even see the ashes.

After entering the building, not long after walking, Yin Linchu saw Gao Yuli standing in the corridor.

She was wearing a black dress, which was tailored to fit her body, and the outer layer was made of exquisite lace, embellished with faceted beads that refracted fine light as she moved.

It looked like a haute couture dress, no matter how you looked at it, it was prepared in advance, specially for this day.

Gao Yuli was talking to the person in overalls, half covering her face with a black folding fan in one hand, and holding a white handkerchief in the other hand, wiping her eyes lightly from time to time.

Hearing Yin Chenxuan's call, Gao Yuli turned her head, a few stray strands of hair decorated her pear-blossoming face, and the forced smile made her even more vulnerable.

She is just a weak woman who just lost her husband, anyone who sees her will feel pity.

"I am sorry for your loss."

When the family members arrived, the staff member said some polite words, nodded to those who had just arrived, and then left.

Gao Yuli walked over, her voice was soft, with a hoarseness from just crying: "Lin Chu, your father left too suddenly."

Just one sentence, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, too sad to speak any more.

Yin Linchu didn't pay much attention to it, and looked at the white ceramic urn behind her: "Is that his ashes?"

Gao Yuli looked back, then nodded softly: "Yes."

She gazed lovingly at her stepson in front of her eyes, her mind was running fast, and she said, "Lin Chu, my heart is deeply saddened by such an unfortunate incident.

But I know that the saddest person is actually you. "

Here it comes, Yin Linchu cheers up instantly, waiting for her next words.

"The reunion time between you and Brother Rong is too short. I can see your respect and love for him. The affection between you father and son is so deep, but life and death will separate you forever."

Gao Yuli wiped away the dripping tears, her voice trembling, "So, I think it's the best way to give Brother Rong's ashes to you."

give him?

Yin Linchu didn't want it very much, what would be the use of this thing if he wanted it.

Turned into a pile of ashes, can you still give him points?

"My father passed away suddenly, and my stepmother wanted to throw away the ashes. You decided to take your father's ashes away, but your husband sternly refused.

At this moment, you can clearly feel his cold-bloodedness. "

Really can!

Yin Linchu's excited eyes fell on Huo Qiao's sharp side face.

I want to see how cold-blooded and ruthless you are.

"Huo Qiao."

Yin Linchu called his name.

Huo Qiao, who turned his head sideways according to the sound, listened carefully to every word he said, and said in a deep voice, "I'm listening."

"I'm taking the ashes with me."

Yin Linchu's eyes were determined.

Come on, reject me coldly!

Huo Qiao nodded and said, "Okay."

"..."

The corner of Yin Linchu's mouth twitched, his gaze shifted between confusion and incredulity, hesitantly said: "I see that you are in trouble, does this cause trouble for you?"

Quick, change your mind, I have all the steps ready for you!

Spotted?Huo Qiao smiled quickly and said softly, "It's okay, it's not a big problem.

That is your father after all.

As long as you want, I will agree. "

Unexpectedly... a little moved, Yin Linchu looked at him for a moment, only seeing himself reflected in those eyes.

No way, absolutely not.

Yin Linchu freed himself from those eyes, and decided to use a trick of "knocking his nose on his face". As long as he was ruthless enough, Huo Qiao would definitely not tolerate him.

His tone was firmer: "I not only want to take it back, but also put it on the most conspicuous table in the hall."

Huo Qiao said without hesitation, "Yes."

Yin Lin was speechless at the beginning, and even his breathing became a little heavy.

This person may be more ruthless than him.

Two 10 minutes later.

Yin Linchu was sitting in the back seat of the car, beside Huo Qiao who was sitting upright.

He crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen and looked out of the window with deep eyes.

It's over, Huo Qiao is going to take him to buy an urn now.

If this goes on like this, it's hard to say whether Huo Qiao is bald or not, he will really worry until he becomes bald.