Mother Leng was holding pure water, and it was messy in the wind.

None of them are fuel-efficient lamps, and even such a young child has so many eyes, and it is really the kind of Leng family.

Leng Zongkai was strong after all, and he recovered in two days, but his body was better, and his spirit had been sluggish.

He single-handedly handled his son's funeral, not pretending to others, and doing it properly and perfectly.

Qingting and Qi Rui both attended the funeral, everyone died, and all grievances and grievances drifted away with the wind.

Qi Rui has always been by Leng Zongkai's side, not leaving an inch, for fear that he will not be able to bear it and fall.

There are a lot of guests, and basically the relatives and friends who come and go are here to send off the last ride, even if it is for the sake of Leng Zongkai's face, they have to come.

So the funeral is quite neat, and it can be regarded as a posthumous mourning.

Qingting was a few steps away, standing aside, looking at the black coffin, melancholy and inexplicable.

When he was alive, she was bored with him, and longed for him to get out of the way, never let her see it.

But when he died, all the bad things he had done disappeared, and all the good things he had ever done to her came to mind.

They used to be very good friends, admiring each other and encouraging each other.

In her most difficult times, he repeatedly extended a helping hand to save her from fire and water.

She closed her eyes, and the clean and clear man floated in front of her, just as she had seen it before.

Fan Yuncan, dressed in black, with a gray face, staggered in under Fan Qihua's support.

"Uncle Leng."

Her whole body was emaciated, only skin and bones remained, and a pair of eyes were deeply sunken, like the age of a flower, but haggard like a broken flower.

Leng Zongkai's expression moved slightly, "Why are you here?" If you are not in good health, lie down in the hospital and don't run around. ”

His tone was gentle and pitying.

Fan Yuncan's eyes were red and swollen, and his face was full of sadness.

"Today is the day of Zhong Yu's funeral, no matter what, I have to come to see him at the end."

"Hey." Leng Zongkai only sighed.

It's rare to have such a loving and righteous woman, but it's a pity that her son was obsessed and wasted a relationship.

Fan Qihua was also dressed in black, and after greeting the host's family, he wholeheartedly supported his daughter, with pity on his face.

In the past two days, her daughter has been very sick, she can't afford to have a high fever, she is lying on the hospital bed and crying, itching her hated teeth, what kind of spell did she fall into?

Fortunately, the scourge is dead, and it can no longer harm anyone.

Fan Yuncan was floating when he walked, and he needed to be supported during the whole process of worship, tears rolling and heartbroken.

She looked at the man in the coffin stupidly, still so handsome, so handsome, so cold, but she would never speak again, and she would not stand up.

He was really dead, silently, without a single movement.

"Did he have any last words on his deathbed?"

Leng Zongkai sighed again, "No, I didn't say anything." ”

Fan Yuncan bit his lip, and his tone was very cold, "Yeqingting, is it true?" ”

What is this suspicion? Suspect that they killed someone? Qingting frowned slightly, "Believe it or not, it's you." ”

Whatever she thought, it didn't matter to them at all.

What if you doubt it? Do you have what it takes to kill them all?

With Fan Yuncan's status and status, he can't shake the Leng family at all.

Fan Yuncan's body shook, but he didn't look up at her, he looked at the coffin from beginning to end, stupid, serious, and focused, as if a glance was a lifetime.

"Am I really wrong?"