"Whew。。。 ”

This is really relieved, and even the complexion is a lot soothed.

Ji Mingzhe's convoy was still a forty-minute drive to Gwangju, and at this moment, Zheng Zexun was already waiting at the exit of the highway with his men, and he was obviously glad that the task assigned by the boss had been successfully completed.

With the support and help from the Jeollanam-do Provincial Office, Hyo-sung's mother's appearance has been properly taken care of, and even the overall appearance of her being "euthanized" is convincing. At this time, she was also lying in a huge farewell hall in the funeral home, waiting for her daughter and son-in-law to take her home.

The weeping Xiaosheng hoped that his doll mother would return to his hometown Cheongju for burial, but he didn't expect that as soon as the news came out, it was taken as a headline by the local government, and it is estimated that the cemetery has been packed up and waiting for burial.

"Brother。。。 ”

A voice interrupted Zheng Zexun's musings.

On the highway in the distance, a long line of motorcades with double flashes is slowing down, slowly approaching the toll booth exit of the Gwangju Expressway.

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"Good work。。。 Everyone!"

It seems that martial law is under control outside the gate of the funeral home, and many police officers and men in black have surrounded the place.

Ji Mingzhe, who got off the business car at the entrance of a foyer, bowed to everyone present.

“。。。 You're welcome!"

Under the leadership of Jeollanam-do Governor Lee Kyung-jeong, a group of middle-aged and elderly people dressed appropriately and looked solemn, and neatly returned the salute to Ji Myung-cheol.

To this day, no one in South Korea dares to treat Ji Myung-cheol as an ordinary wealthy businessman, artist, director or music producer. In addition, internal sources from Seoul point out that when the next new government takes office early next year, a centralized organization called the "National Policy Advisory Safety Management Committee" will also be established.

Reputedly... It is really said that the committee will overshadow the sky, and Ji Mingzhe will serve as the chairman of the committee, while the new president, Zhou Zhengwen, is said to have only served as a deputy post.

Of course, it is too early to say that the new president is Zhou Zhengwen, and it seems that this election is not over yet!

It's just that he seems to be the only candidate left, so almost the whole of South Korea knows that the next South Korean president is none other than Zhou Zhengwen, but de jure has to wait for the final communiqué at the end of the year.

"Come on。。。 ”

Ji Mingzhe did not enter the foyer, but turned around and took a weak little hand from the car.

Xiaosheng is dressed in a black dress, and between the neatly combed buns, there is a small silver-white flower pinned to it, but with the reflection of the sun, it will emit a dazzling luster from time to time.

A huge diamond that looks impeccable in terms of clarity, color, cut and carat weight, set among the petals of a rose made of platinum, is now above Xiaosheng's ear, accompanied by her "mourning" the death of her mother.

"Brush 。。。 ”

All the people present bowed neatly, which frightened Li Shungui, who got out of the car at the same time.

She was busy with Quan Xiaosheng to salute everyone present, and she was busy quietly picking up the back hem of Xiaosheng's skirt, just now she was hugged by Chi Mingzhe on her lap all the way, and somehow got it, the hem of this skirt was about to lift to the back waist.

Apparently this is caused by Chi Oba when he was comforting Xiaosheng, very carelessly... Cough!

。。。。。。

"Click。。。 Click。。。 ”

The flash of the camera flashed on the mourning hall from time to time, and it was not a media reporter taking pictures.

Even if Gwangju at this moment has shown a very abnormal state, the uncrowned kings who are pervasive and afraid of the chaos in the world on weekdays all seem to have disappeared. Especially for how there are so many big people today, they drove to the funeral home en masse and turned a deaf ear.

Quan Hyo-sung, who was kneeling on the side of the mourning hall, was accompanied by Sunny, and kept getting up to bow to the person who came to bow in front of her doll's mother's spiritual seat, even if she was still wondering who the other party was, just because these people could come to see her mother off, she would bow ninety degrees gratefully to express her gratitude.

Ji Mingzhe stood at the entrance of the foyer as the master of ceremonies, nodding and bowing down to the guests from time to time, doing his best to reflect the duties of a good son-in-law to the fullest under the gaze of the black photo enshrined in the center of the mourning hall.

In the space around the mourning hall, there is also a sad and melancholy song, the theme song "Missing You" of the bitter masterpiece "Stairway to Heaven" produced by the program production center under the command of Skyrim Entertainment Group in 2003. However, at this moment, it is also used as a spiritual song, and it is also a temporary number.

However, whether it looks or sounds quite appropriate, at least everyone who enters here has a kind of indescribable depression in their hearts with grief on their faces, fully expressing their reluctance to the death of Chi Mingzhe's mother-in-law.

。。。。。。

"Missing you。。。 Miss you。。。 ”

"I hate the ups and downs of fate so much。。。 ”

"I want to cry out loud and beg for mercy。。。 ”

。。。。。。

"I wouldn't have survived without a love affair with you。。。 ”

"I still miss you so much when I die。。。 ”

"The moment of death is still unforgettable。。。 ”

Maybe he was tired, Li Shungui, who was kneeling behind Hyosheng's side and pretending to be a family member, hummed the lyrics softly in the midst of suffering, causing Hyosheng to look back at her with tears in his eyes.

Shun Kyu thought that his singing skills had improved again, and he was just about to relieve his girlfriend's fatigue and continue to brighten his voice, when he heard a small noise coming from the stereo, and then the rhythm of the music changed instantly.

For this reason, Li Sunny's body also subconsciously twisted a few times with the rhythm.

。。。。。。

"What kind of rhythm is the most swinging。。。 ”

"What kind of singing voice is the most cheerful。。。 ”

。。。。。。

"Hot ballads are what we look forward to。。。 ”

"Walking and singing along the way is the most comfortable。。。 ”

。。。。。。

"Quick。。。 then smoked。。。 Turn it off!... Go turn it off!"

Chi Mingzhe at the door reacted and immediately beckoned Zheng Zexun to turn off the stereo.

"This damn USB stick。。。 ”

He also remembered the USB flash drive he took in the study drawer before leaving, and then hurriedly copied a song, but he didn't think that there were still remnants of the Chinese Divine Comedy "The Most Dazzling Famous Style" that had been sung by the girls.

"Poof。。。 Ahem。。。 Whining!.. ”

Lee Soon-gyu was already lying on the ground, she was trying so hard to hold back her laughter, so that her voice sounded painful and weird, and she even covered her head with her hands in order not to let Hyo-sung see that she was holding back her laughter.

Xiaosheng was confused, but perhaps he was too sad and spent a lot of physical strength, and even his thinking slowed down at this moment, and he stared blankly at the people in the mess at the door, and then he sat down on his ankles, and then turned his head to look at the enlarged portrait of his mother in the center of the mourning hall, and seemed to get up as if he had just remembered something, and walked to the coffin parked behind the offering table.

。。。。。。

"Remember to be safe。。。 ”

In addition to Park Chu-ryong and Chu-ah, a group of girls from AOA were not present, and Lee Ji-eun and Kim Hyun-ah, who had just arrived in Hong Kong for a few days, squeezed into two business cars together in response to the smile, looking like they were going down to the top of the mountain to go to the city center to play crazy.

Taeyeon, Xiuyan, Juli, Eunjing and Baolan are like "loving mothers", leaning over on a large terrace and admonishing one after another, but the children are really "unfilial", and none of them can listen to it, but fortunately, Zheng Heguang also drove with someone to follow, so that these "stepmothers" who are idle and don't worry about radishes can be relieved.

"Whoa。。。 ”

The collision of the spoon against the wall of the cup makes a pleasant sound.

Ju Li picked up the cup holder and took a sip gently, and then frowned at the milk tea she had carefully concocted just now.

"No matter how you drink it, it doesn't taste。。。 How can this stockings milk tea be so difficult to mix?"

"Haha。。。 It's a family recipe, how can you just do it in two clicks like you!"

Regarding Lee Ju-ri's complaints, Kim Taeyeon was full of smiles.

In Hong Kong, it has been idle and moldy, except for shopping is to eat, drink and have fun, everyone has almost nothing to do, and they also received a notice from their respective agents, there is no activity in the near future, so it is a complete holiday, listen to the tone full of joy to ask, only to know that when I was young and Tara's agent team, because of this year's outstanding achievements, I will also be rewarded by the company for permission to travel abroad with my family at public expense.

Therefore, they can stay here in Hong Kong and continue to "wave", and as for the AOAs, they are "idle people", and they can play whatever they want.

So these idle little women, just digging out their hearts to have fun, studying food, researching and drinking, are like Li Juli suddenly became interested in Hong Kong food production, so today I want to make a pineapple oil by myself, tomorrow I want to make a stocking milk tea or something, and even have to roast a Yong Kee roast goose by myself, like today's afternoon tea party, that is, everyone brings their own small "works" to join in the fun.

"And how's your roast goose?。。。 I heard that I have to slaughter geese myself?"

"Who said that?。。。 Am I going to be that cruel?"

Regarding Ju Li's ridicule, Taeyeon denied that she had already extinguished her desire to be a female chef in addition to being a singer.

The smell of raw goose made her want to vomit when she smelled it, how could she kill it herself? Not to mention that she didn't dare at all.

Glancing at Jung so-yeon, whose "grand wish" is to make a roast suckling pig for herself, Taeyeon was just about to speak, when she saw Yoona and Xiaoxian come to the terrace with red eyes.

"What's wrong with you?。。。 Sit down!"

Li Juli greeted and poured a cup of autonomous milk tea for the two.

"Just had a phone call with Sunny... They are still in Gwangju。。。 Hyo-sung's mother was there for the funeral。。。 Oba is also ... ”

Everyone was silent for a while, originally they were going back to accompany Xiaosheng and attend her mother's funeral by the way, but Chi Oba didn't allow it for the time being, which is really incomprehensible.

Yuna wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, picked up the cup and took a big sip.

"Poof。。。 What is it?... What a weird taste。。。 ”

The milk tea was squirted out by her.

“。。。 Stockings milk tea?"

"How can there be a share... Stinky feet?"

Yuna's words made everyone focus on Ju Li, and at the same time, everyone around her moved their seats back.

"Stockings milk tea。。。 Stockings, of course。。。 I've tried it new, no... Just try it with the worn one。。。 That's right!... It's with royal blue ... ”

"Yike。。。 The stockings I worn, how can they stink?"

No matter how Bao Lan explained with a red face, the stockings she wore didn't smell of stinky feet at all, anyway, Li Juli had been praised as a god by everyone.

“。。。 Gross!"

Lin Yun'er raised her hand to cover her mouth, and ran down the terrace while retching, she was sad and angry in her heart.

"Huh?。。。 Yun'er, you... Taste?"

"Vomit。。。 ”

Hyo-yeon, Yo-ri, and Su-young also went to the terrace with some of their own dim sum, and kindly asked her if she wanted to try it.

"This is ... Pregnant again?"

Kim Hyo-yeon blinked his eyes and looked at Su-young and Yo-ri, who were also stunned.

。。。。。。

"Doll Mom。。。 To Heaven ... Filial piety will give you blessings... Whining!... ”

Looking at his mother who lifted the coffin lid halfway to expose her upper body, Quan Xiaosheng couldn't help but feel sad.

Fortunately, the whole mother looked so peaceful at the moment, as if she was sleeping, and Xiaosheng picked the diamond rose next to her ear and prepared to bring it to her mother with her own hands.

"This is specially bought for you。。。 Doll Mom 。。。 Do you like it?"

Just about to pin my mother's bun, one hand suddenly blocked it.

"Oba 。。。 ”

Hyo-sung looked at her puzzled.

"Don't disturb my mother's sleep... Well?... ”

took the diamond rose in Xiaosheng's hand and pinned it to her, and Ji Mingzhe hugged her.

"But... I am ... ”

"Good 。。。 I've asked people ... It is not suitable to bring diamonds to the burial of the doll mother. . . This will affect her reincarnation in her next life!"

Ji Mingzhe began to talk nonsense, he didn't dare to let Hyosheng touch her mother's body.

According to Zheng Zexun, in addition to supporting a lot of materials in her body, her mother-in-law has a lot of putty on her cheeks, and the left cheek is also filled with something to prevent decay and collapse caused by being buried in the ground for too long.

"Oba 。。。 ”

Hyo-sung was hugged tightly by Ji Mingzhe, and she raised her head and looked at him with teary eyes.

"Tell me。。。 How the hell did the doll mother go?。。。 Okay, okay?"

"Alas。。。 Let's go back。。。 I'll tell you when I go back, huh?"

The truth can't be hidden from her for a lifetime, patting her on the back gently, Chi Mingzhe couldn't suppress a wave of anger in his heart.

"Got it。。。 Woowoo。。。 ”

Lee Soon-gyu, who also came to the back, watched Hyo-sung crying in Ji Oba's arms wordlessly.

With her hands folded, she bowed solemnly to Xiaosheng's mother who was "sleeping".