Han Er, who didn't want to go to work, saw his father's equipment, chased his father out of the door, and the father and son muttered as if they were talking about some secret.

Han Xu came out of the restaurant, glanced at Li Tianhu, who had just had breakfast, and felt that Han Er must be talking to his father about leaving Li Tianhu.

Displeased in his heart, he went out and wanted to talk to Han Er for a few words, so that he died of this heart.

"Han Er, don't brainwash your father, your mother won't agree." As soon as Han Xu went out, he interrupted them sharply.

"What are you talking about?" Han Er turned around and asked unexpectedly.

Han Xu approached the father and son: "Don't you want your father to agree to you to stay with Li Tianhu?" ”

Han Er shook his head: "What do you think?" To say that I need to sneak here? ”

"So what are you two doing? Still hiding from me and talking to my mother here? ”

Han Baiyang coughed lightly: "Xu, the second child is indeed not talking about Li Tianhu, I am going to attend Song Qingyun's funeral, let the second child watch your mother at home, don't let her know, I'm afraid she will make trouble with me." ”

Dad said that in the past few days, the Nan family has come to Yangcheng from abroad and other places one after another, worked for a few days, set the funeral for today, and sent him a proclamation.

The deceased is the greatest, putting aside decades of grievances, Song Qingyun is dead, and the Nan family has issued a proclamation according to the rites, and Han Baiyang feels that he has to go on a trip.

"Then Han Er can't go, Song Xun is the eldest young master of the Song family, his aunt is dead, he will definitely go."

Han Xu thought about it, if all the Nan family came, Nan Junze's son Nan Nan should also be brought.

Nannan is Song Qingyun's own grandson and should have appeared at the funeral.

When she went through the divorce procedures with Nan Junze in prison, she said that she would take care of Nan Nan.

After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Dad, I'll go with you, anyway, I used to be the daughter-in-law of the Song family, just an ordinary person, and it's okay to attend a funeral." ”

Han Baiyang looked at Han Xu in surprise: "You really want to go?" ”

"Hate Song Qingyun or not, it's not the same thing as going to the funeral, let's go, Dad."

Han Xu knew what his father wanted to say, so he simply said that he wanted to go and see if Nannan was there.

Aside from the past, Nannan's kid is actually quite pitiful.

A good child, a vicious grandmother, a father who never takes him into account in doing things, and a mother who doesn't care about him, how sad.

If Nannan can have a good family education in the future, maybe he will be able to go on the right path when he grows up.

Otherwise, the Nan family often instills negative energy in him, what can the child grow into in the hatred of grievances and grievances?

When Han Xu followed his father to the scene, everyone seemed to have arrived.

But it seems that there are only about a dozen people when they are full.

It seems that the Nan family only sent representatives from each room, not the whole family.

Song Qingyun is really sad, she has raised the Nan family for most of her life, and when she died, there were only a few people who came to fill the scene for her.

Han Xu and Han Baiyang both wore sunglasses, not because they thought that they could not be recognized, but in fact, they didn't want people to see their eyes.

After all, hatred can be diluted on the lips, the eyes can directly reflect what you think in your heart, and wearing sunglasses can cover up a lot of things, which can be regarded as a kind of respect for the deceased.

Han Xu and Han Baiyang had just stepped into the mourning hall when they suddenly heard someone shouting: "Song Xun is here." ”

As soon as the voice fell, Han Xu really felt the sound of steady footsteps behind her, she could tell it by listening to it casually, it was not heavy or light, every step was as steady as a rock, it was Song Xun.

Han Xu and Han Baiyang didn't look back, after all, this is a mourning hall, not a place to greet each other, so they went straight inside.

Until the front of the altar, he took the incense handed by his family, bowed slightly and bowed slightly, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

After doing this, Han Xu swept the corners of his eyes, only to find that Song Xun was also standing in a row with her and her father, giving incense together.

And he was actually wearing sunglasses, and the three of them seemed to have been discussed in advance.

Speaking of which, Song Xun can also be regarded as a family member, but he himself regarded himself as an outsider, and after the incense, he officially mourned with the Nan family.

Han Baiyang also followed Song Xun's steps, and said to the Nan family on both sides one by one, "Mourning and changing".

Han Xu had to follow, as if the entire mourning hall was just the three of them.

"Han Xu's mother." A childish call, beside the leg of a middle-aged woman, squeezed out a small head.

Han Xu lowered his eyes and saw that it was Nannan.

"Nannan? Come here. Han Xu stretched out his hand to pull Nannan, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the middle-aged woman on this side was Nan Junze's cousin.

At the end of last year, when the Song family held a banquet, it was this cousin who did bad things with good intentions who accidentally said Han Xu's morning sickness, and Song Qingyun showed his true colors from that night.

Although the incident started because of his cousin at that time, Han Xu also understood that his cousin was actually an unintentional mistake, and he did not complain about others.

Han Xu nodded slightly to her cousin, and her cousin also recognized her, and wanted to speak with a guilty face, but after looking at the surrounding environment, she finally didn't say anything, and nodded in return.

Han Baiyang beside him suddenly trembled, and Han Xu immediately sensed it sensitively, not only her, but also Song Xun, who had not turned around in front of him.

Han Xu didn't know why his father was suddenly like this for a while, looking through the gap in the sunglasses on the side of his face, his father's eyes were looking straight ahead.

Han Xu followed Han Baiyang's line of sight, and immediately gritted his front teeth fiercely.

At the end of the aisle behind my cousin, a middle-aged man was half-lying on a chaise longue, closing his eyes as if no one was at such a funeral.

Nanshan River!

Nanshanhe even dared to come to Yangcheng, did he think that no one knew that he and Song Qingyun had harmed the Han family?

Han Xu was angry in his heart, Nanshanhe, who was poor and white, made a windfall by defrauding the Han family of 200 million yuan to buy land, and hid abroad to be at ease.

Thinking in his heart, after leaving the mourning hall for a while, he asked Han Er to bring someone to come and guard outside, and when Nanshanhe went out, he would arrest him.

Daddy was still trembling angrily, but fortunately the amplitude was not too big, and the cousin who was a few steps away from him didn't pay too much attention, otherwise the current daddy might be startled at any time.

Suddenly, my eyes were empty, and my father was dragged away.

Han Xu turned his head to see that it was Song Xun who dragged his father out of the mourning hall.

She hurriedly followed.

Song Xun's footsteps were very fast, and Han Xu chased all the way, and only then could he catch up with him when he got out of the road outside the museum.

Bai Jiyan and Ren Qifeng's convoy was waiting there.

"You guys, spread everyone up, and after a while, when you see Nanshanhe coming out of it, you tie people up for me!"

Han Xu trotted all the way to catch up, and when he got to the front, he heard Song Xun instructing Bai Jiyan and Ren Qifeng to tie up Nanshanhe.