Wu Jingjie didn't want to rub salt on Wen Junhan's wounds, it can be seen that he is so persistent, so he has to point out these inescapable facts.

Wen Junhan's body trembled, his dark pupils suddenly shrank, and a flash of cold light disappeared, but he couldn't find the words to refute Wu Jingjie's words. That incident was indeed the most nerve-wracking thing for him, and it was also the thing he wanted to escape the most, but it was so debunked by Wu Jingjie Chiguoguo, and the anger and murderous intent in his heart arose.

Could it be that he really wants to ruin the happiness of his life because of Wen Yuantao's relationship?

Seeing that Wen Junhan didn't speak, Wu Jingjie patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Wen Junhan, there are some things you know better than anyone else, you don't have to have someone to love, not to mention, the person who can give Ran Ran happiness is me." The words that seem to be consoling and showing off are extremely ironic to Wen Junhan.

Wenjun Han stood still, looking at Wu Jingjie's departing back, at this moment, he felt powerless about everything in reality.

When cremating Xiao Yixuan's body, Xiao still fainted with an emotional breakdown, and Wen Junhan, who had been quietly watching this scene, was extremely distressed, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only watch Xiao still be in pain.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Junhan was not able to see Xiao Yi again, it is said that Xiao's mother, who had disappeared for a long time, finally appeared after hearing the news of her son's death, and cried so much that the preparations for the funeral were Xiao still doing it alone, but fortunately, she had Wu Jingjie and Liu Chenfang by her side.

And although Zi Shuiyue also wanted to accompany Xiao Yiyi, but due to the special identity and the blue wolf's prevention, she could only attend Xiao Yixuan's funeral as a good friend.

On the day of the funeral

Zi Shuiyue appeared at the funeral site accompanied by the blue wolf, the mourning hall was very simple, full of sadness and sorrow, and countless couplets and wreaths were placed at the door of the mourning hall. Xiao Yixuan doesn't have a few friends, they are all Xiao is still a very good friend, and there are only a dozen people.

Because the people who attended the funeral were all people with special status, dozens of bodyguards stood guard outside at the funeral hall, guarding the reporters who were eyeing the headlines.

The gray sky was covered with dark clouds, and gusts of cold wind passed by, a sign that heavy rain would fall at any moment. It makes the atmosphere of the whole mourning hall even more sad.

A black car stopped in the open space not far from the mourning hall, the bodyguard stepped forward and opened the door, Zi Shuiyue, who was dressed in a black suit, and the blue wolf in a black suit got out of the car one after another, and the reporter's spotlight immediately filmed at them, but they could only shoot.

Under the leadership of the bodyguards, the two walked into the mourning hall.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Junyan and Jiang Zhongcheng appeared in the mourning hall, such a large lineup made all reporters rack their brains to dig out some headlines. But after careful analysis, it seems that there are no headlines to dig up except for Xiao Yi, a woman.

After that, there were scattered some people that Xiao Yixuan knew before her death, but what people didn't expect was that even Xiao Yixuan's former contractor also came.

The sky suddenly began to rain lightly, a black Cayenne entered the reporter's field of vision, such a familiar car, of course the reporter knew who the person was, they even forgot to hide from the rain, picked up the camera, aimed at the black Cayenne, ready to record the moment when the owner of the car got out of the car.

The bodyguard held a black umbrella and opened the Cayenne car door, and a noble lady stepped down, she was none other than Wen Junhan's mother, Ms. Li.

In the next second, another car door also opened, and a long figure came out of the car, the rain fell wantonly on his thick black hair, and his handsome and cold facial features like a knife and axe had no emotion, but there was sadness between his eyebrows that could not be concealed.

Wen Junhan walked quickly to Ms. Li's side, took the umbrella in the bodyguard's hand, and walked into the mourning hall with Ms. Li.

As soon as I approached the mourning hall, I heard mournful music, a faint voice, and people wanted to cry.

Wen Junhan took Ms. Li's hand and walked into the mourning hall, and at a glance, he saw Xiao Yixuan, who was dressed in black in the center of the mourning hall and had an expressionless face, bowing mechanically towards the person who had laid the foundation Xiao Yixuan, her soft black hair was tied up by a white ribbon, and at this moment she was like a puppet who had lost her soul, and she was not angry at all.

The atmosphere inside the mourning hall is far more depressing than the atmosphere outside the mourning hall, and the heavy breath is overwhelming.

This kind of Xiao still made Wen Junhan feel even more guilty and guilty, only to find that in the face of these cruel realities, even he could not do anything.

As Bo Shi, who was in charge of registering the name of the person who came, shouted Wen Junhan's name, Xiao Yi, who seemed to be a walking corpse, reacted, she slowly looked up at Wen Junhan who was dressed in black, her out-of-focus pupils were replaced by angry hatred, she casually picked up a porcelain jar on the side, and smashed it towards Wen Junhan desperately.

At this time, Wu Jingjie, who was standing on the side, was too late to stop it.

Wen Junhan stood in place like a piece of wood, not dodging or dodging, no matter how Ms. Li pulled him, he didn't move as if the soles of his feet were rooted.

The porcelain jar slammed heavily on Wen Junhan's shoulder, making a 'clang' sound, and the porcelain jar cracked in response. The flying splinters scratched his face, and a trace of delicate blood flowed out of the wound, gathered into drops, and landed on the black suit, drowning the pain in his heart.

Xiao still rushed in front of Wen Junhan and scolded with a roar: "What are you doing here? Get out of here immediately." She pointed in the direction of the door of the mourning hall, and there was nothing but hatred in her clear eyes.

"......" Wen Junhan didn't say a word, no matter how Xiao still pushed and shoved, not only did he not leave, but knelt in front of Xiao Yixuan's mourning hall.

It's a pity that no matter what Junhan did, he couldn't awaken Xiao Ying's sympathy in his heart, and scolded cruelly: "Wen Junhan, you don't pretend to be here, you killed my brother, and you are embarrassed to pretend to be a good person here to worship him, why is it not you who died!" blurted out the words, like a sharp sword, a knife that slashed Wen Junhan's heart.

The others just watched this scene quietly, and no one stepped forward to stop Xiao Yi, none of them were parties, and they had no qualifications or positions to speak for Wen Junhan.

Seeing that no one was talking, Ms. Li couldn't stand it anymore, she walked to Xiao Yi's side, gently took Xiao Yi's hand, and a kind voice sounded: "Ranran, I know it's useless for Auntie to say anything now, but you can't blame Junhan, all this is not his fault." She knows more or less about what has happened recently, and no one can say clearly the grievances and grievances.

Who knew that Xiao still came directly: "It's not his fault, is it my fault?" She looked at Ms. Li, her eyes were extremely sharp, and she asked, she made Ms. Li feel very distressed.

"Yes, I don't blame anyone, I just want to say ......"

Xiao still interrupted Ms. Li's words with a sneer: "Yes, it's my fault, I went crazy to fall in love with Wen Junhan." Because I want to be with her and ruin my family, the wrong person is me, it's me. Her voice suddenly became sharp, pricking the eardrums of everyone present.

"It's my fault, I'm the fault of everything, I'm sorry, you say, what am I going to do so that you don't hate me so much. Wen Junhan knelt in front of Xiao Yixuan's spiritual seat, looked up at Xiao Yiyi, and the sadness in his eyes was as fierce as the surging sea.

She stared at him, with murderous intent in her eyes, and said word by word: "Unless you die, as long as you die, my hatred will be over." The words of gritted teeth are extremely serious.

Saying that, Xiao still turned around and took a fruit knife, threw it in front of Wen Junhan and said heavily: "Don't you want me to forgive you? Don't you want me to compensate me? Don't you want me not to hate you? Then you will die in front of my brother's spiritual seat." ”

Looking at Xiao Yi, who only hated himself in his heart, Wen Junhan picked up the fruit knife on the ground as if he was enchanted: "Is it true that only if I die, you can not be so sad and painful." ”

"Yes. The sonorous and powerful words were particularly decisive in the mourning hall where only mourning and music remained.

Seeing that things had developed to the point of being out of control, Wu Jingjie hurriedly walked up and grabbed Xiao Yi: "Ranran, don't be like this, today is the day of your brother's funeral, if there is something to settle privately." ”

Nian Han, who was frightened by this scene, held Xiao Yiyi's hand tightly and shouted nervously, "Mommy." In the big watery eyes, tears kept whirling, which made people feel distressed.

Sihan looked at Wen Junhan coldly, and his heart had already changed his mind about Wen Junhan, and he didn't plan to stop him from being with Mommy anymore. But now, thinking that his grandfather's death was caused by Wen Yuantao, and now that even his uncle was mutilated because of Wen Junhan's relationship, how could he still be calm.

Sihan walked up to Wen Junhan and said coldly: "You go! Don't appear in my mommy's world again in the future." The indifferent words made Wen Junhan feel cold and desperate.

Even Nian Han, who liked Wen Junhan the most, said indifferently: "Let's go, you are not welcome here, take your fake and leave my uncle's funeral." There was only anger and hatred left in the little one's eyes.

Jiang Zhongcheng walked over and helped Wen Junhan up: "Junhan, you leave first!" Otherwise, today's funeral may not be able to proceed normally.

"Yes, cousin, you should leave first! Afraid that something terrible would happen again, Wen Junyan also opened his mouth to persuade him.

In this case, Ms. Li walked up to Wen Junhan and pulled him up: "Son, let's go first!" Now Ran Ran couldn't listen to a word, saying a lot of mistakes, and she would talk to her after Ran Ran regained her composure, Ms. Li thought to herself.

"Mom. Wen Junhan knelt on the ground, looked at Ms. Li with a heartache, and held the fruit knife tightly in his hand.

Ms. Li quietly took the fruit knife, and Jiang Zhongcheng quickly took the knife and hid it to prevent it from being used again. Ms. Li held Wen Junhan's hand tightly and said earnestly: "Junhan, Mom knows that you are in pain now, but if there is anything, let's leave here first, okay." "Watching the two of them torment each other, the one who felt the most heartache was her.

I thought that if I returned to Junhan, I would be able to solve the misunderstanding of the year, as long as the misunderstanding was solved, they could live happily together. I didn't expect ...... Ms. Li sighed deeply in her heart, and regretted her original decision, if she hadn't colluded with Dr. Wang to deceive Ran Ran at that time, maybe Jun Han and Ran Ran would not have been so painful, and so many things would not have happened.