Sadness spread in the bottom of my heart, and the curtain couldn't suppress the sadness surging in my heart, from the beginning of the crying, it gradually turned into silent tears.

Since she woke up, Mu Qingyou has empty eyes, leaning on the head of the bed, crying silently, her eyes are red and swollen, but she has no time to pay attention to it, blindly immersed in her own thoughts.

Lin Mufan always sat quietly on the edge of the bed, wordlessly guarding, looking at her silently crying, Lin Mufan's heart was very painful, and he really felt sorry for her.

In this way, Mu Qingyou sat on the head of the bed all night, sleepless all night, her red and swollen eyes were full of bloodshots, extremely sour, she seemed to have no feeling, and let the tears spread herself.

During this period, Lin Mufan went out to answer a phone call, walked to the front of Mu Qingyou with a solemn face, and said softly: "Qi Ziwei's body has been transported back to China, and the Qi family is preparing a funeral for him, and he will be buried at three o'clock in the afternoon, do you want to go?" ”

At the first time he learned that Qi Ziwei had an accident, even if Qi's father and mother couldn't accept it, Qi Feng still arranged the funeral before leaving, and waited to take Qi Ziwei back to China to hold a funeral, so that he could be buried in peace, Lin Mufan knew that Mu Qingyou definitely wanted to see Qi Ziwei for the last time.

Sure enough, Lin Mufan's words made Mu Qingyou, who was immersed in sadness, have a hint of reaction, blinking her tears, and Mu Qingyou's voice was hoarse because of the reason for crying: "I'm going." ”

She must go!

Thinking of the gentle man, Mu Qingyou's originally extremely painful atrium was torn fiercely again, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

Lin Mufan gently wiped the tears on her face and said softly: "You wait here, I'll go through the discharge procedures, and in the afternoon, I'll take you there, okay?" ”

Lin Mufan opened his mouth cautiously, his tone was very gentle, and Mu Qingyou did not respond to his words, just crying, bearing a ** heartache.

Seeing this, Lin Mufan sighed softly, got up and walked towards the ward, and when he walked to the door, he heard a quiet whisper: "Thank you!" ”

Lin Mufan stopped, turned his back to her, and said indifferently: "Between you and me, you don't need to be so polite. ”

After going through the discharge procedures, Lin Mufan returned to the Lin family house with Mu Qingyou, Chen Meiru looked at her red and swollen eyes, and there were still undried tears on her cheeks, she was distressed, and opened her mouth several times to comfort Mu Qingyou, but after seeing her godless look, she stopped alive.

At half past two in the afternoon, Lin Mufan came to the funeral home with Mu Qingyou in a black dress, looking at the white wreaths in the corridor, the tears that Mu Qingyou had stopped sliding down again, every step he took, Mu Qingyou felt that his heart was torn fiercely, and his body was almost shaky, if it wasn't for Lin Mufan's support, I was afraid that she would have fallen down long ago.

It took all his strength to walk to the front of the mourning hall with difficulty, looking at the black and white photo of Qi Ziwei on the table, Mu Qingyou pushed Lin Mufan away, bit his lower lip and looked at the smiling face on the photo, choking and crying.

Qi Mu on the side saw Mu Qingyou's figure, rushed to her face, raised her hand and slapped her, pushed Mu Qingyou's body, and roared angrily: "What are you doing here?" You get out of here, get out of here, what face do you still have to see Ziwei, the curtain is quiet, you are a mourning star, you killed my son, you get out...... We don't need your fake confession, get out......"

Mu Qingyou did not resist, and suffered several slaps from Qi Mu, the original pale cheeks were high and swollen, her hair was messy, and Qi Mu's strength in grief and anger was surprisingly great, Mu Qingyou's body fell to the ground, and the wolf fell on the floor, prostrate and looked at Qi Ziwei's photo, and Mu Qingyou collapsed and cried.

"I'm sorry...... It's me who is bad...... I'm sorry...... Ziwei, I'm sorry......"

Qi Mu's accusation was accepted quietly and quietly, lying on the ground, crying and apologizing.

Seeing this, Lin Mufan rushed to her body when Qi Mu rushed to the front of Mu Qingyou again, and her handsome face was slapped by Qi Mu, nervously hugging Mu Qingyou in her arms, her eyes were full of worry, and she checked her injuries.

"...... You all get out of here, the curtain is quiet, what face do you have to come to see Ziwei, you even brought this man to Ziwei in front of Ziwei, what kind of heart do you have? I see that you can't wait for Ziwei to be rested after he dies, you know that the person Ziwei hates the most is Lin Mufan......"

"How dare you, how dare you bring people to Ziwei, get out...... Get out! Qi's mother's eyes were red, pointing at Mu Qingyou and Lin Mufan, Qi's mother trembled her arms angrily, her eyes were full of pain and resentment, and she couldn't wait to step forward and kill the man and woman in front of her to avenge her son.

Sitting on the cold floor, Mu Qingyou shook his head and prayed: "Auntie, I just want to send Ziwei on the last ride, I beg you, don't drive me away, I beg you." ”

"What kind of face do you have to send Ziwei? The curtain is quiet, you shameless woman, how good Ziwei was to you when he was there, you know it in your heart, but Lin Mufan forced Ziwei out of the country, if he didn't go abroad, such a thing wouldn't have happened, my son wouldn't have died, you and Lin Mufan were both murderers behind the scenes, it was you, you killed my son, you returned my son, and returned my son......"

"Ziwei was forced out of the country and lived abroad alone, what about you? You follow Lin Mufan everywhere to show off your happiness, the curtain is quiet, take Lin Mufan out and get out, get out of ...... I will not let you stain my son's eyes, you will kill my child, my poor child...... Woohoo......"

Qi's mother's love was about to collapse, and now looking at the way Mu Qingyou leaned on Lin Mufan, she gritted her teeth with hatred, and rushed forward, slapping the two of them regardless of it.

Lin Mufan's body moved, and he tightly protected Mu Qingyou in his arms, and endured all the beatings of Qi Mu, and did not resist, but just tightly protected Mu Qingyou, and let Qi Mu vent the feelings in her heart.

Qi's mother usually holds Qi Ziwei in her hands for such a son, and she was very unhappy that Qi Ziwei was sent abroad, but thinking of Lin Mufan's persecution, even if she was reluctant, she could only let her husband send the child out of the country temporarily, but she didn't expect that she didn't even see the last side, so how could she not hate her heart.

"Woo...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Mu Qingyou cried hard, her heart was torn apart, she felt guilty, she was in pain, the two feelings were tightly gripping her heart, Mu Qingyou only felt that she was in pain, just like Qi's mother said, Qi Ziwei's death was caused by herself.