In fact, when Mo Chunshan was invited to the funeral that day, He Guaner said it casually on a whim, thinking that Mo Chunshan would be particularly business-oriented and perfunctory, but he didn't expect him to agree.

Then, not long after, Caijia sent a message saying that Mo Chunshan had taken He Guaner's WeChat QR code from him, saying that it was convenient to contact.

He Wan'er didn't think much about it at the time, and he swept it, but he just added a friend.

Later, when she came back to her senses, she immediately felt that she could not just let others slaughter her.

Mo Chunshan's WeChat, as she expected, was blank, and even the WeChat name was a very simple two-letter - Mo.

He Guan'er thought that he could see his circle of friends, and suddenly became restless.

She is extroverted by nature and talks a lot, and she posts news in her circle of friends almost every day, sometimes on a whim, several swipes in a row, and there are many funny selfies to hack.

The information is extremely unequal, she can't see Mo Chunshan, Mo Chunshan can see her, it feels so unfair.

Boss Mo is picky and venomous, if he catches the groove, he will inevitably be ridiculed by him.

So He Guaner went through some of the things he had posted before, deleted the screens that should be deleted, and strived to leave the full screen of socialist core values and create his high-end and high-grade image.

After deleting it for an afternoon, I finally felt that I had seen it too much, and I was satisfied to put down my phone and work hard. However, when I got home from work, I felt uneasy, so I simply changed it to three days to be visible.

After the correction was completed, He Guaner felt that he was sentimental again-Boss Mo's family has a big business, where can he pay attention to her circle of friends?

But since it's changed, it's too lazy to change it back.

So he flicked his phone and covered his head to make up for sleep.

But I didn't know that at night, someone in the South Shore District was holding a ragdoll cat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and leisurely scrolling through his mobile phone. Originally, the corners of his lips were crooked and he couldn't hide his smile, but he suddenly realized that the photos that he could still view before had disappeared, and his face was obviously darkened.

Meng Qianyang walked behind him gently with his luggage and asked, "Boss, it's time to go to Shanghai, that matter has to be solved after all." ”

His eyes sank, he put down the cat and let it run away, turned around and replied, "Okay." ”

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The early winter tide in Gyeongju is cold, and when He Waner gets up at six o'clock, the sky outside the window is still as calm as ink, and you can feel the cold outside the house through the glass.

She wrapped herself like a dumpling, wearing a big scarf to cover her mouth and nose, revealing only her two eyes.

She caught the earliest subway to the bus station on the outskirts of the city, and took the shuttle bus for more than half an hour, and arrived at Shipanshan at half past seven.

I got up too early and had a bumpy ride, and the bowl of instant noodles I ate before going out had already been consumed. Thinking of the emptiness and alienation of the place he was going to for a while, He Guaner's body was a little cold, but fortunately, when he got off the bus and saw a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes next to the bus stop, he quickly bought one and held it in the palm of his hand.

The reddish skin of the sweet potato is grilled to a crisp, and the oil from the tongue of fire hangs on the skin. He Wan'er peeled off the crisp and ugly skin, and ate the mellow and dense warm and sweet pulp inside. Suddenly, the whole body warmed up.

A sweet potato was swallowed, and He Guan'er relied on the hot breath given by the sweet potato to support Gu Nian's mourning hall.

In order to organize the funeral for Gu Nian, Sister Gu called her husband from other places to take care of the elderly, while she was busy.

Their family lived closely, so Sister Gu came earlier than He Wan'er. Under her command, the staff had basically arranged the mourning hall, and the black and white in her eyes, as well as the ice coffin in the mourning hall, made the warmth in her heart dissipate at once, and the cold feeling filled her body again.

He Guan'er took a deep breath and slowly approached the ice coffin.

Gu Nian was lying in the ice coffin, after a simple makeup modification, there were no traces of dissection, and it was not so terrifying.

It's like, just asleep.

Unconsciously, the sour feeling filled the nasal cavity and eyebrows, He Guaner endured and endured, and told himself over and over again that he couldn't cry, but he still shed tears for a while.

It was a cold snap that cooled down, and although the sky was getting brighter, the chill was getting stronger.

Gu Nian's parents arrived at the mourning hall at nine o'clock, and they were in good condition, but although Sister Gu was capable, she was not familiar with life after all, so He Guaner naturally took on the burden of the funeral and received Gu Nian's friends who came to mourn.

These days, after many verifications by the police, Gu Nian's account has millions of her own parts, and after going through the process and submitting for approval, it will be returned to Gu Nian's parents.

In a small county, this is also a huge amount of money.

Before noon, Mo Chunshan had already sent Meng Qianyang to deliver the ceremony.

He Wan'er greeted him, glanced behind him, and asked casually, "What about Mr. Mo? He's too busy to come, right?"

Meng Qianyang was a little funny.

He Wan'er was like this, obviously looking forward to the boss coming, but he wanted to pretend not to care and ask, which looked awkward and deliberate.

He suddenly got up to tease her, so he bent his fingers to cover his lips, coughed lightly and said, "Our boss is sick, so ......"

"Ah, is it the day he fell into the water? is he still sick? does it matter? Have you ever been to the hospital?" He Wan'er asked like a cannonball, looking nervous, and then frowning in annoyance.

It's all her fault, she was reckless, she escaped after falling into the water, and she was greedy for a hot shower and dry clothes, so she didn't notify the police in time.

Well, the most excessive thing is that she was so hungry that she went to the scene after eating at her fellow villager's house.

Meng Qianyang looked at He Wan'er's stupid appearance and couldn't help but chuckle.

After laughing enough, he finally stopped detouring: "The boss asked me to come first, and he will arrive later." ”

As he spoke, he casually handed the prepared ceremony to He Wan'er.

He Guan'er was responsible for changing hands to the Gu family, but he touched the thickness and was secretly speechless.

Is Mo Tuhao not used to changing roles? This Dian Yi seems to be according to the standards of his local tyrant friends.

That's too generous.

He Guan'er had just gotten rid of the bad luck of being a person who might lose a big cut and become a glorious negative asset, and at this time he couldn't help but complain to Meng Qianyang: "Your boss is too generous, if he has a funeral one day...... Ah......h Tong Yan is auspicious......"

She slapped herself and smiled dryly: "If he invites me to a happy event one day, you say that I am bankrupt and not enough to be courteous!"

Meng Qianyang didn't say a word, but he muttered in his heart - if Brother Chunshan really gets married, it will be enough for your old man to come.

The bride is a fart gift!

He Wan'er only felt that he was smiling very enchantingly, and his eyes were not quite right when he looked at her, so he hurriedly led Meng Qianyang to the pillar incense.