The wheelchair was pushed into a quiet area, which was not easily disturbed and relatively close to the coffin.

Mo Chuxin's eyes stayed on the coffin in the middle, the father in the photo was still smiling kindly and kindly, her heart was also sour at this moment, the vision in front of her became more and more blurred, and hot tears flowed down.

Suddenly, a man kneeling at the coffin's table, dressed in a black suit, looked sad and mournful. He had a white flower pinned to his chest, and every time someone came to salute, he returned the salute with one, two, and three bows under the command of the protocol master.

The moment Mo Chuxin saw the man, he smiled with tears of gratitude, thank you, Wenxuan.

Qiao Wenxuan, her fiancé and her father's right-hand man at Mohs, was supposed to get married after she graduated from college, but now they are holding a funeral for her and her family.

"Let's go and salute now."

"Hmm."

Su Yichen glanced at Qiao Wenxuan, didn't say anything, just a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

The wheelchair stood side by side with Su Yichen, and the concierge shouted: "One bow, another bow, three bows." The family replied. Qiao Wenxuan saluted the two with a solemn face.

Su Yichen pushed Mo Chuxin to the spirit, lit three incense sticks by himself, and handed her a glass of wine. When Su Yichen put on the incense, Mo Chuxin in the wheelchair held the wine glass and faced the portrait of his parents steadily, silently reading in his heart:

Father, mother, daughter has come to see you off. May your spirits in heaven bless me and send those two wicked men to Hell......

As the glass tilts, the wine is slowly sprinkled in front of the spirit.

Before leaving, Mo Chuxin subconsciously glanced back at Qiao Wenxuan, and Qiao Wenxuan also noticed the woman in a wheelchair, the wheelchair moved slowly, and after the two looked at each other for a few seconds, they passed by......

Su Yichen was worried about one thing in the whole scene, that is, Mo Chuxin would show his feet because of this fiancé, but looking at it, he was a little worried.

Mo Chuxin looked around the auditorium at this time, the coffin was full of white and yellow chrysanthemums, only Mo Chuxin's coffin was surrounded by small daisies, which were her favorite in life, and it seemed that Wenxuan had been thinking about her all the time.

When Mo Chuxin was still immersed in the pain of her boyfriend's thoughts, a figure behind her was from far and near, Mo Chuxin hurriedly and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Su Yichen also gave her a hint at the first time, and the two communicated silently and understood each other.

"Mr. Su, hello." The man's voice was deep and deep, with the steadiness of a middle-aged man.

Su Yichen got up calmly and shook the man's hand amicably, "Hello, Mr. Zhang." ”

Zhang Zhengpeng, the CEO of Guohua Group, was friends with Mo Chuxin's father, Mo Jincheng.

"I didn't expect you to come." Zhao Zhengpeng looked sad.

"As a junior, and they are all members of the Zhongzheng Chamber of Commerce, they should come to see Mr. Mo on his last journey."

Su Yichen's words were modest and polite, which made Zhang Zhengpeng, who is the vice chairman of the Zhongzheng Chamber of Commerce, very pleased, and it is very rare for a celebrity in the business world to have this respect.

Zhang Zhengpeng nodded and patted Su Yichen's shoulder, "I thank you for coming on behalf of Mr. Mo." ”

"You're welcome." Su Yichen replied solemnly.

"Ahem......" Mo Chuxin suddenly couldn't stop coughing.

Zhang Zhengpeng fell his eyes on Su Yichen's side, the woman who was in a wheelchair, and asked in a puzzled tone:

"This is ......"

Su Yichen stroked Mo Chuxin's back, and replied while helping her calm down: "This is my distant relative, named Su Jingruo." I am not in good health, so I am here to recuperate. ”

"Oh......" Zhang Zhengpeng shook his head.

Mo Chuxin clasped his two hands, attached them to his legs, leaned forward and saluted politely.

"Hello, ...... Zhang" Mo Chuxin immediately changed his words, "Mr. Zhang! ”

I almost called out Uncle Zhang just now, that is what she has always called Zhang Zhengpeng, her father often took her to Zhang Zhengpeng's house as a guest before his death, so Mo Chuxin is more familiar with him, and he is also grateful to Zhang Zhengpeng for presiding over his family's funeral today.

Zhang Zhengpeng was stunned at first after hearing Mo Chuxin's hoarse voice, but people who have experienced wind and waves are always calm, and said with a greeting: "Miss Su, the cold in the mountains is heavy, you should pay more attention to your body." ”

"Ahem...... Thank you. Mo Chuxin covered his lips and coughed lightly.

Zhang Zhengpeng lowered his eyes and said worriedly: "Mr. Su, if Sister Ling is uncomfortable, it is better to take her back first." ”

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for your concern! Today's day is the greatest, and I don't care. ”

Mo Chuxin's knowledge generally made Zhang Zhengpeng smile knowingly, and then said to Su Yichen: "Mr. Su, Sister Ling is very sensible." ”

Su Yichen picked up the blanket that fell on the ground, half-squatted in front of Mo Chuxin to cover her, looked at her with his head high, and said with his brother's loving gaze: "Jingruo has been very caring since she was a child, but her life is not good, and she is left alone in the family, so she can only cross the ocean to join me." ”

"Oh." Hearing Su Yichen mention Su Jingruo's life experience, Zhang Zhengpeng couldn't help but feel a little pity for this girl.

With a gentle tone, Su Yichen straightened her veil and covered the elastic mask at her ears, "Jingruo, this deceased person is a senior in the business world that I respect very much, can you bear with it any longer?" ”

When the word "forbearance" was spoken, Su Yichen secretly shook Mo Chuxin's arm hard, reminding her not to show her feet, and also to give Mo Chuxin a step, so that she could continue to stay here for the funeral. After all, it is very unbelievable for an outsider to be so obsessed with a stranger's funeral.

After receiving Su Yichen's hint, Mo Chuxin nodded, "Okay." ”

Since the parties have said so, Zhang Zhengpeng has nothing to stop. At this time, some guests came in at the door of the auditorium, and Zhang Zhengpeng smiled apologetically at the two, "I'm sorry, I'll miss you first." ”

"Go get busy, Mr. Zhang." Su Yichen made a gesture of please.

Mo Chuxin also leaned over and nodded, saying goodbye.

The funeral ceremony officially began, and Su Yichen has always maintained a calm attitude. In the entire auditorium, only the woman beside him was silently weeping, silently mourning the death of his father and mother.

The three coffins were carried to the cemetery and buried in the soil one by one, and Qiao Wenxuan, the only family representative, knelt there and wept bitterly after Mo Chuxin's coffin was sent to the ground.

Mo Chuxin's heart was broken when she saw this scene, she began to cough violently, and attracted everyone's attention, and even the Huangfu brothers looked in their direction.

Su Yichen hurriedly used his body to block everyone's sight, and gently patted Mo Chuxin's back, deliberately raising his voice, "Jingruo, it's windy here, let's go down." ”

Mo Chuxin was choked up and speechless, just nodded silently.

Su Yichen turned around and smiled apologetically at Zhang Zhengpeng, who waved his hand and asked him to leave first.