Thinking of the clear and gentle eyes full of tears, he couldn't help but spit out a smoke ring vigorously, anyway, the person who hurt her was him, then everything would be borne by him alone, he didn't know how long a person's life was, how much fate there was, but even if he couldn't accompany her to the ends of the earth, he would do his best to protect her, she hated him, hated him, hated him, it didn't matter to him.

Wang Xiaoman was dressed in black and stood in the mourning hall with a pale face, her eyes were empty and blank, completely immersed in her own sadness.

Today is her mother's farewell ceremony, she never thought that her mother would pass away like this, and the black-haired person sent the white-haired person, so how could she be relieved.

Everything was like a nightmare.

In just a few days, she lost him, first lost him, and then lost her mother, her love, her family affection, all left her.

How she wished it was all a nightmare.

It didn't take long for Wang Xiaoman's younger brother to appear in the mourning hall in black, and the two sisters and brothers cried bitterly as soon as they met, how could he come out, she wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Miss Ni incense ......" the master of ceremonies called the names of the guests who came to offer incense, Wang Xiaoman and her younger brother bowed together to thank them, but there was such a warm person next to him, Wang Xiaoman glanced at it.

Speaking of which, this big and small matter, thanks to Ni Bingyang, when her mother was alive, she took care of her, and now that her mother has passed away, Ni Bingyang is firmly busy, he is standing by her side, she doesn't know what such a position means, maybe outsiders will think that they are fiancés or something, but it doesn't matter, she doesn't care about anything now, as long as it is her mother's wish, she is willing to temporarily let him be her "fiancé".

Ni Duoduo silently incense, and there was another person with her, her mother, dressed in an ink-colored suit, with a white daisy pinned to one side of her chest, a face that everyone didn't know very well, handsome and elegant, like a landscape, elegant and almost extravagant.

After Wang Xiaoman bowed and thanked him, he slowly raised his head and saw another person clearly.

Mu Zhiyi didn't have too much expression on his face, he just comforted her with his eyes, his eyes were like clear light, and soft as lipwater, giving people a silent warmth, as if he was saying that he was mourning.

She swallowed hard and nodded gratefully.

Suddenly, she heard the emcee roll call again, "Mr. Mu Shaoqian of the Mu Group is incense......"

Wang Xiaoman's heartstrings trembled heavily, raised her head in panic, and really saw the figure she was most familiar with, and slowly stepped into the venue of the farewell ceremony.

Mu Shaoqian walked steadily from the door to the spiritual platform, wearing a black suit, on his upright body, looking solemn and solemn, the white flowers on his chest bloomed with holy colors, and the expression on his face was a little more cold than usual, and even solemn.

He took the incense bouquet that had been lit from the protocol, prayed reverently, when he prayed, his eyes were so deep that no one knew what he was thinking in his heart, he stepped forward to insert the incense bouquet, and then bowed deeply three times to Fang Meiying's last photo, and the bowing time seemed to last a little longer than the others.