Then, Ji Xiaoyou turned over, his back in his direction, without any sound, as if he was asleep.

It's just that what Fan Yichen didn't see was that there was no warning, Ji Xiaoyou suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp essence swept out, the cold light flickered faintly, and the murderous aura was pervasive.

And this appearance is just like the previous judgment. After the extreme tempering of the pain, it is reborn, like a rebirth.

Before falling into a coma, she clearly saw the figures of Wu Yingxuan and Ji Mei'e, sneaky, and full of ambition.

It's them...... They were the ones who forced their father to death.

This revenge is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, and it must be avenged. In this life, Ji Xiaoyou's only obsession to live is to seek justice for Ji Changsheng, slash the enemy, and let them have a good taste, life is worse than death.

In the next three days, Fan Yichen never left an inch, guarding Ji Xiaoyou's side all the time.

Take care of all her diet and daily life, no matter how big or small, all of them are hands-on, pampered and considerate.

If it had been before, in the face of this situation, I am afraid that Ji Xiaoyou would have fallen into the gentle township and was deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself, and it was difficult to control his feelings.

It's a pity that now, she has a faint hint of coldness on her pitiful stubborn little face. Between the expectations, it seems to be moving, and it seems to be around people's souls.

A heart died with Ji Changsheng's death, leaving only a rock-cold ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

The third day was Ji Changsheng's memorial service. It was not yet dawn, and after the eyelashes trembled, Ji Xiaoyou opened his eyes directly.

In the past few days, her sleep has been very bad, so she has become more and more haggard, and her body, which was originally weak, is now getting thinner and thinner.

After turning her head and glancing at Fan Yijian, who was still asleep next to her, she stepped lightly on the bed. Walked straight to the dresser and sat down.

Under the imprint of the dark wall lamp, he began to slowly apply the powder, and the action was very careful, covering all the haggard and miserable whiteness little by little.

After a while, he gradually returned to his former ruddy and lovely appearance.

Originally, she was very beautiful, but now with the blessing of Leng Rui, she is even more beautiful and can't take her eyes off.

Looking at himself in the mirror steadily, Ji Xiaoyou was very satisfied. The corners of his lips hooked upward, making a shallow arc.

It's just that it seems to be smiling and not laughing, but it doesn't fall to any point of temperature.

She believes that Wu Yingxuan and Ji Mei'e will definitely appear at her father's memorial service today.

One is to avoid suspicion, and at the same time, in order to show Fan Yichen, he deliberately shows his virtuous and virtuous appearance, gentle and kind.

Hehe, just in time! Let these two Belgians repent before their father's spirit.

After getting ready, Ji Xiaoyou stood beside the coffin in a black filial piety suit, with tears in his eyes and a sad expression.

And Fan Yichen was also dressed in the same way, without any suspicion in front of everyone, standing side by side with Ji Xiaoyou, his thick palms on her waist, hugging her tightly.

And Ji Xiaoyou seemed to be overly sad and physically exhausted, and his delicate body seemed to lean in the direction of Fan Yijian, and half snuggled into his arms.

The two behave intimately, are talented and beautiful, and look very compatible.

And when Wu Yingxuan and Ji Mei'e walked in, they saw such a scene.

Immediately, her steps stagnated, she gritted her teeth, and the sea of vinegar was churning in her heart, eager to skin and extract Ji Xiaoyou, a vixen, and break her bones and scatter ashes, so as to eliminate the hatred in her heart.

And at first glance, because she was too emotional, she deliberately made a dignified and dignified state unstable, her anger leaked out, and her expression became a little hideous.

Ji Meiyu, who was aware of it, frowned slightly, and hurriedly stretched out her hand secretly, tugging Wu Yingxuan's sleeve underneath, signaling her to be calm.

Seeing this, Wu Yingxuan knocked out her teeth and swallowed blood, and after taking several deep breaths of cold air in succession, her expression finally returned to normal, and the mother and daughter walked closer.

Coming to the front of Ji Xiaoyou and Fan Yichen, as soon as he stood still, Wu Yingxuan hurriedly stretched out his hand, and pretended to hold Ji Xiaoyou's wrist affectionately.

After sighing heavily, he choked up and said, "Xiaoyou, you must mourn and change!" I didn't expect this to happen, and my uncle must not be able to stand the torture of illness, so he did something stupid. If he has a spirit in heaven, he definitely doesn't want to see you so sad, don't be too sad, you must take care of your body! ”

With a contrived expression, he squeezed out the ill-intentioned eyes, trying in vain to squeeze out a few false tears.

Letting her pull herself, Ji Xiaoyou's eyes were red, looking at her calmly, and under the seemingly heartbroken and sluggish look, a trace of killing intent flashed at an extremely fast speed.

But in the next moment, it disappeared, and there was no trace.

"Yes! Xiaoyou, people can't be resurrected after death, but those who are alive must continue to live well. The first priority now is to take care of yourself. ”

At this time, Ji Mei's and Russia also opened their mouths quietly, and when they spoke, they looked like a kind elder who spoke seriously.

Moreover, the sadness she tried to portray seemed obviously more natural than Wu Yingxuan's.

"Hey! Good boy, you really make my aunt feel distressed! ”

After a pause, he didn't forget to choke up and sigh hypocritically, and at the same time, he raised his hand and pretended to be intimate and pulled down the broken hair that was stuck to the side of Ji Xiaoyou's cheek.

"You're just in time!"

At this time, Ji Xiaoyou finally opened his mouth, but an inexplicable sentence, coupled with a low and hoarse voice, revealed an indescribable weirdness.

Seeing this, Wu Yingxuan and Ji Meiru suddenly became vigilant, and after glancing at each other without leaving a trace, they immediately increased their attention.

"In our hometown, there is a saying that after a person dies, his relatives, except for his children, will kneel before the spirit of the deceased and burn paper to see him off. My aunt also knows that my father and I have no relatives other than you and my cousin. At this time, I'm afraid I'm going to bother you and my cousin. However, I just don't know if you want to? ”

One word at a time, it fell slowly, even if it was too sad, but the coherence was unusually clear.

Hearing this, Ji Meiru and Wu Yingxuan were immediately stunned, and they didn't even have time to restrain the hypocritical expressions on their faces, which looked very funny.

First, they had never heard of this kind of bullshit custom in their hometown. Second, if they want to kneel in front of Ji Changsheng's spirit the day before, he deserves such a humiliation?

The next moment, Ji Mei's and Russia were the first to react, only to see her look of embarrassment, thinking quickly in her mind, and making a reasonable excuse for refusal.

However, at this moment, after Fan Yichen glanced at the two of them lukewarmly, he suddenly opened his mouth in a low voice, and said: "Xiaoyou, don't worry, how could Xiaoxuan disagree, she is from a famous family, noble and generous, kind and considers family affection, in such an important occasion, she will naturally be sensible and measured."

A few words of praise seemed to be silent, and when he landed lightly, he directly drove Wu Yingxuan to the point where it was difficult to ride a tiger.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaoyou glanced at Fan Yichen gratefully, but couldn't help sneering in his heart. No matter what, she wants this despicable mother and daughter to kneel in front of Ji Changsheng's spirit and repent properly.

"Yes...... Yes! ”

Suddenly, the corners of Wu Yingxuan's eyes jumped, her expression became embarrassed and unnatural, and she replied in a hesitant manner.

"And Aunt Ji, if she can teach such an excellent daughter, her own quality must be no worse. How could he not think of family affection and not send his own brother on his last journey? ”

Then, Fan Yichen turned his head and paid attention to Ji Mei's body again, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ji Mei's eyes lit up, anger flashed, and when he raised his head again, he quickly regained his loving and sad appearance again.

In front of everyone, she cleared her throat and said deliberately generously: "Yiji is right, we are here today to comfort Xiaoyou, just to send my brother on his last journey." Ay! My brother......"

sighed, shook his head helplessly, and after a pause, Ji Mei's Russian continued: "It's really hard and bitter in my life, I was a father and a mother in the early years, and I worked hard to pull Xiaoyou to grow up. Before he could enjoy the blessings, who knew that he had that disease again, and he was tortured. In the end, he even committed suicide by jumping off the building. When I think of this, my heart hurts! ”

As she spoke, she quietly raised her eyes and secretly glanced at Ji Xiaoyou a few times.

deliberately mentioned Ji Changsheng's various misfortunes and the tragic encounter, and his eyes were to stimulate her, so that she could be in pain. Even if she doesn't follow Ji Changsheng, in the days to come, she will lose all hope and fighting spirit to live in the world, and she will no longer have the ability to compete with her daughter.

But who knows, apart from the known sadness, Ji Xiaoyou has no other superfluous feelings on his distressing little face.

Instead, he turned his head and instructed the people behind him, "It's cold on the ground, go and get two mats." ”

Hearing this, the maid went and repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, he respectfully placed the pale cyan, embroidered, boxy cushion in front of Ji Changsheng's spirit.

After doing this, he hurriedly remained silent and quickly retreated to the back.

Seeing this, in desperation, Ji Meiou had no choice but to pull Wu Yingxuan to kneel on the mat together, bowing her head, and pretending to be burning paper devoutly.

In fact, he lowered his head, with a gloomy and resentful look, his teeth gritted and "creaked", and he angrily threw the paper into the brazier, crackling, and the sparks burst open, clattering.

Staring at the two of them coldly, the corners of Ji Xiaoyou's lips seemed to rise upward, evoking a never-ending chill, and then his eyes moved down with deep meaning, and fell straight onto the two pale cyan cushions.