Several times in the middle of the night, he wanted to move the Civil Affairs Bureau to the front of the Night Lord and Muxia!

Situ Hai came back to his senses in a huge surprise and said ecstatically: "I'll go get you the household registration book now!"

"Dad!" Muxia grabbed Situ Hai and said with a sad face: "When the two of us made this decision, I didn't expect that my sister would suddenly disappear today...... Wouldn't it be nice for me to go with him to get the certificate today?"

Mucha said this not only to pretend to be a sensible daughter in front of Situ Hai, but also for his own reputation.

After all, the fact that my sister went to get the certificate on the day of her death was detrimental to her reputation.

"No, no!" Situ Hai waved his hand again and again and said: "It is impossible for the dead to come back to life, but we who are alive still have to continue to live! I will go and get you the household registration book, and when your sister is buried after the first seven years, I will find another time to tell everyone the good news." ”

Situ Hai said, he couldn't even pretend to be sad, went upstairs with a happy face, and quickly handed the household registration book to Muxia.

Of course, he didn't forget to hand out the two red envelopes he had just prepared to the two people, grabbed the hands of the two people and said, "You go to get the certificate well, and live with Hemeimei in the future." ”

"Thank you Dad. Mucha smiled sweetly, took the household registration book and went out with the night master.

Situ Hai looked at the sweet backs of the two of them, his face was full of joy, and his joy was indescribable.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "God is not thin on me!"

Although he lost a daughter, he was given a diamond-level golden beetle son-in-law.

Thinking about it this way, God is really good to him!

After the funeral, he will soon be able to have another wedding, and when the time comes, the whole of Kyoto will have to look up to him, the father-in-law of the Night Master.

The new housekeeper looked at Situ Hai's happy face, and hesitantly stepped forward to ask, "Master...... Are we going to have a funeral or a happy event?"

The emotional intelligence of the newly appointed housekeeper is a bit low, which is still picked by Mucha.

It's not good for someone who is too smart to be a housekeeper, and if you choose a stupid one, you won't make a splash.

Situ Hai's face changed, and his eyes condensed as he waited for the new butler to say, "Of course it's a funeral! Qingshan just left, what kind of foolish things did you say!"

The new butler shuddered and responded, "Yes, yes, ......yes!

Situ Hai shook his head and said, "Tell me to go down and don't mention the happy events at home to anyone." No matter what, the deceased is the greatest, let Qingshan go into the ground first, and the happy events will be talked about later. ”

"Yes!" the new butler hurriedly went to do it.

Although he has low emotional intelligence, he is still down-to-earth, and no one in the manor will soon dare to mention this matter, after all, the fate of the former housekeeper is still vivid.

Over there, after Mucha and the Night Lord left Situ Manor in a car, it took about half an hour for the car carrying Situ Ya and Mu Xinyue to finally arrive at the gate of the manor.

Mu Xinyue felt something was wrong as soon as she got out of the car, and the door was white, as if she was doing a funeral.

But what funeral can be done at home?

Mu Xinyue hurriedly walked in and saw wreaths placed everywhere at a glance.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and the joy of going home was also diluted.

Did someone in the family really die?

Mu Xinyue subconsciously tightened her palms, but this tension was quickly converted into joy by the speculation that quickly popped up in her mind.

She guessed that Situ Hai must have died!

After all, there are only four people in this family, Situ Hai usually smokes and drinks heavily, although there is no major illness, but minor illnesses continue.

In addition, he was impulsive and irritable, and his illness was like a mountain, so it was not particularly strange that he accidentally fell ill and died.