Su Ling was dumbfounded! That's right! Obviously it is the Wen family's business, why did Li Zhenting take Han Leqin to swagger through the market?

However, Wen Yulan was not surprised, seeing Qi Meihui and Su Ling's rejection, she had no worries. Li Zhenting didn't go to the mourning hall to offer incense immediately, and looked around and saw Wen Yulan, but he came over first.

"You're ready to prepare, and you'll be interviewed in a moment." Su Ling saw a black van parked not far away, several men were setting up the machine, and the host in front of the camera was debugging the microphone.

Su Ling is simply confused under the tree, and he is almost drunk! Qi Meihui scolded directly: "Li Zhenting, are you disgusting?" You are eating your mother-in-law's blood steamed buns, do you know? Han Leqin on the side raised her sunglasses and lowered her voice: "Zhenting's votes are about to surpass An's ancestor, this is a good opportunity, the audience likes to watch family affection." Su Ling was speechless and couldn't say anything, and faintly saw a circle of bruises in the corners of Han Leqin's eyes covered by sunglasses.

I don't know if I fell or was beaten.

"Our family's funeral, when will outsiders be qualified to come?" Li Tianjue's fierce voice sounded behind several people.

He was covered in frost all over him, and Han Leqin caught a glimpse of his clenched fists, as if he was stunned, and faintly took half a step back.

But he didn't know what to think of, and straightened his waist: "Have you forgotten that Zhenting and I are both from Wenjia Village?" I grew up with your mother, and the old lady was also my godmother. I don't know which sentence offended Li Tianjue's scales, he stepped forward suddenly, I don't know if he wanted to do it.

Qi Meihui hurriedly stopped him and glanced in the direction of the reporter: "Don't make trouble at your grandmother's funeral." Li Tianjue gritted his teeth and endured it fiercely.

Li Zhenting took Wen Yulan's hand: "You accompany us in to offer incense, the reporter will not stay for too long, and naturally he will not disturb our mother." Wen Yulan stood still, trying to pull his hand back with some force, but obviously refused.

However, Li Zhenting's strength slowly tightened, and his eagle eyes were fierce, and he said three words of warning: "Cooperate with me." The two confronted each other for a few seconds, and Wen Yulan saw that the reporter had already come over, and his tough attitude finally softened, and he re-entered the mourning hall with Li Zhenting.

The three of them served incense together, Li Zhenting was very forbearant at first, and finally cried and shouted: "Mom! You were fine last week, why did you suddenly leave? Han Leqin also cried and cried: "Godmother......" Only Wen Yulan is the most calm.

Then several villager-looking people helped the three of them up, and as soon as they walked out of the mourning hall, the reporter's camera came over.

"My parents died early, and they have long regarded my mother-in-law as their own mother! I was a poor boy back then, and I knew that I wasn't worthy of Lan'er, so I worked hard. Participating in the election now, on the one hand, he wants to do something for the people, and on the other hand, he also wants his parents to see his son-in-law's ability. The reporter said very cooperatively: "Please mourn and change!" Your votes will not disappoint your elders. Li Zhenting was in great pain: "But they are all gone one after another, even if I am elected, what's the point?" They will never see it again! Li Zhenting cried so much that his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't say a word in the end!

Wen Yulan was stunned for a long time before he remembered to wipe his tears. The reporter didn't seem to want to touch Li Zhenting's sadness, so he pointed the microphone at Han Leqin: "Ms. Han, we are very surprised, why can you also attend the funeral of the Wen family?" Han Leqin also looked sad, took a deep breath, and cried: "I am from Wenjia Village, and I grew up with Zhenting and Yulan since I was a child. We have all been favored by the village chief's family, and we are also their goddaughters. My godmother died, and I was very sad. The reporter continued to ask: "Then is there anything you want to say to your godmother?" Han Leqin took off her sunglasses, she was already in tears, and Su Ling finally saw the bruises in the corners of her eyes.

It's quite obvious, the scars should have been left in the past two days.

"I want to say to my godmother that my friendship with Yulan and Zhenting will always be there, and I will definitely work together forever to take care of each other. I hope that the godmother and godfather in the spirit of heaven can bless us. When the words fell, Han Leqin suddenly raised her eyebrows lightly towards Li Tianjue outside the crowd, as if she was saying this to Li Tianjue, it also seemed to be provoking.

Su Ling faintly sensed that something was wrong: "The injury in the corner of her eye, could it be that you caused it?" ”

"Hmm." Li Tianjue was noncommittal, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he could swing it into Han Leqin's face in the next second.

"Why?" Su Ling was puzzled. Li Tianjue looked sideways, and his hard eyebrows loosened: "She touched you, how could I let her go easily?" Su Ling's heart softened in an instant.

She broke Li Tianjue's fist open, the man's fingers were cold, and Su Ling interlocked his fingers.

"You are too impulsive, if it weren't for this matter, Han Leqin shouldn't have made trouble in the mourning hall today." Han Leqin did it on purpose.

Li Tianjue did it to her for no more than two reasons. As soon as she came, she touched herself. Second, she intervened in the marriage of Li Zhenting and Wen Yulan.

Therefore, Han Leqin deliberately used the identity of the Wen family villager today to stand by Li Zhenting's side and be interviewed with Wen Yulan.

She just wants to disgust Li Tianjue, and she just wants to stand in the middle of Li Zhenting and Wen Yulan in a dignified manner.

made Li Tianjue angry, but he was helpless. Subsequently, Li Zhenting and the three took reporters to visit the roads and bridges he had built for the village.

Later, Wen Yulan didn't want to accompany him anymore, so he returned to the mourning hall. The group tossed until the evening.

Li Zhenting handed out a cigarette to each of the staff members, and waited for them to leave before asking the driver to drive the dilapidated Volkswagen over.

From beginning to end, there was no comfort to Wen Yulan. He didn't even look at her when he left.

The night is getting deeper. Su Ling sat on the haystack in the backyard and flipped through the book written by Han Leqin with his mobile phone, "The Years I Was a Junior in a Wealthy Family".

There is a thought growing in the bottom of my heart, and it is getting stronger and stronger. After Li Tianjue sent the last group of condolences away, he found Su Ling and picked her up from the haystack.

"You go back to the manor first." Su Ling looked at him: "You're not going back?" ”

"Mom said to take turns keeping vigil, I'll accompany her tonight, and I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow." Su Ling followed Li Tianjue out and asked, "Why didn't Auntie divorce her uncle?" ”

"It can't be separated, the interests they are tied together are too huge, and if the property is divided, the power of the Li clan will also be reduced." Su Ling couldn't help but ask: "Ximen Keiko's interests are also quite huge, why can you refuse to marry?" Li Tianjue smiled, picked up Su Ling's face and kissed it gently: "I'm different from them." ”

"What's the difference?" Su Ling broke the casserole and asked to the end.

"I'll tell you later." Li Tianjue took off his coat and put it on Su Ling's body,

"Come over the day after tomorrow and wear more, your mouth is so cold." Su Ling touched his lips, his face flushed. She got into the car and opened the window again.

"By the way, if the reporter comes over today, will there be a news report tomorrow?" Li Tianjue nodded.

"What time is it?"

"Half past ten in the morning." Li Tianjue put his hand into the window and pinched Su Ling's little face,

"What's wrong? What are your thoughts? Su Ling rolled his eyes and puffed out his cheeks: "I'm just asking." Come in, Auntie is still waiting for you. After separating from Li Tianjue, Su Ling returned to the manor.

But I can't sleep after tossing and turning. She was almost by Li Zhenting today! All his achievements were given to him by the Wen family, but this phoenix man was not grateful, and even took the junior to his grandmother's mourning hall!

It's disgusting! Su Ling simply got up, turned on the computer, took out all the evidence in his hand, and organized it into a brand new document with pictures and texts.

Then it was stored in the cloud, and at half past ten in the morning of the next day, I found an Internet café to watch this morning's news.

Sure enough, Li Zhenting, who had eaten grandma's blood steamed buns, once again rushed to the hot search. Netizens praised him for his filial piety, built roads and bridges for the village, and almost praised him as a modern Lei Feng!

It wasn't until the heat reached a climax that Su Ling used his newly registered Weibo account to upload all the evidence in his hand.

Her existence can consolidate Li Zhenting's character, so she also has enough strength to make him stink for 10,000 years!