"The chairman... Please mourn more!" What a grief it is for a father to ask a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, Jinglan doesn't know what else to say to comfort him except to say condolences to Leng Yilin.

"Dad, you better go back and rest first, here is me and my brother. Leng Yize was a little worried about his body.

Leng Yilin shook his head slightly, how could he sleep now.

"Yilin's funeral, I'll handle it, take care of yourself!"

When he was old and bereaved his daughter, it would definitely be difficult to accept it for a while, and the words of persuasion could not soothe his sadness, so Leng Yuchen let him.

After dealing with the affairs of the hospital, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, and finally Jinglan drove the two back to the cold house.

There is such a big thing in the Leng family, and their brother must come back to preside.

Jing Yuan, Mu Xiaojing, who was lying on the sofa in the hall reading a book, looked up at the door without looking at two or three lines. However, no one returned.

Putting down the book, taking the phone on the side, the phone beeped five times before it was connected, and asked, "It's so late, why didn't you come back?"

A few days ago, if she couldn't get away from it, she would ask Jinglan to call back and talk about it. Tonight, if you don't come back, are you busy with work again and forget the time?

In the microphone, Leng Yuchen was silent for a while, and said, "Xiao Jing, I want to tell you something." ”

"Yilin... She... Passed away. ”

She and Yilin were alumni of the same class as the Royal Academy, and he had to tell her the news.

"What did you say?" The news in his ears made Mu Xiaojing stunned.

It's that she heard it wrong, she is not about the same age as herself, how could Yilin pass away.

"Accident in the afternoon. "If he hadn't confirmed it with his own eyes, maybe even he wouldn't believe it.

"How could it be...", he raised his hand to cover his lips in disbelief, tears flowing.

Leng Yilin, although she is a bit domineering, she is not a bad person. I don't have much contact with her, but they have been sisters-in-law, people are separated, and love is there.

"Uncle and Aunt Zhou, are you okay?"

No one can grieve more than the death of their daughter.

"All in the hospital, I'll pick them up tomorrow. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Leng Yuchen looked at the starry night sky.

It has been said that when a person dies, he turns into a star. Every time he looked at the sky, he always believed that the brightest star was his own relatives.

"I'll be with you tomorrow. ”

She really wanted to do what she could for Yilin, even if it was insignificant.

"Okay, I'll pick you up in my car. ”

"Well, you need to get some rest early. Mu Xiaojing knew that at night, no one could sleep, so she still opened her mouth to advise.

When she hung up the phone, she couldn't read a word of the book. got up and went upstairs and went to Mu Han's room. Looking at the sleeping face, I couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead.

When Heaven wants to take away something, mortals can't resist, like her parents.

The pain of losing a loved one I experienced at the age of sixteen, and I still remember the sadness at that time. Helpless, no one wants to adopt them, take Muhan to live a poor life alone, and make money desperately, just to live a better life.

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It's not over...