It's just that this year, the Ling family's Spring Festival is destined to be unhappy.

Qi Yu's aftermath was handled by Ling Mo, this aftermath was regarded as a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, and there were many people who came to participate, in addition to the relatives and friends of the Ling family, there were also Qi Yu's good friends at home and abroad, and the "Dark Eagle" also sent people.

So the funeral was quite grand.

First of all, the first thing to do is to cremate the body, when the time came in the morning, the leader of the "Dark Eagle" sent a hearse, first went to the military hospital to pick up Qi Yu's body, the people of the Ling family drove behind, all dressed in black, with white flowers on their mouths, Ling Baolu sat in the passenger seat of Ling Mo's car, looking at the hearse in front, the whole person was heartbroken and kept crying.

Because it was morning, and the next day was Chinese New Year's Eve, many companies were already on holiday, and there were not many people on the road in the early morning of winter.

The hearse, though slow, arrived at the crematorium at dawn.

The crematorium was all built in the suburbs, and when everyone in the Ling family arrived at the crematorium with Qi Yu's four bodyguards, the housekeeper from Sanssouci Island, and some friends from Los Angeles, it was already completely dawn.

Qi Yu was withdrawn from the hearse, and the family members came forward to see him for the last time, with heavy expressions on everyone's faces, and Ling Baolu, as his wife, stood at the front.

Her eyes were already swollen from crying, and she looked at the charred person in front of her, even the makeup artist didn't know how to put makeup on him.

Grief-stricken, she reached out and rubbed his face, as well as the jade bracelet in his hand.

"Brother Qi Yu, this is a gift from me, and you have to take it with you when you get there." Her voice was hoarse, because she had been crying for too long.

"Qi Yu, don't worry, I will take care of Baolu, and I will raise her for the rest of my life." Ling Mo hugged his sad daughter into his arms and looked at his charred son-in-law and said.

When Ning Yuanlan heard this, he couldn't help crying, and Gao Xueqing and Lin Xinjie also cried when they saw this, firstly, because they had long regarded Qi Yu as their family.

Qi Yu, a child, has been fortunate since he was a child, but he is not afraid of hardship at all, and he has achieved such good results in the shopping mall, this child is distressing.

Second, they also feel sorry for Ling Baolu, she died of her husband at a young age, these years, it is not easy to marry a husband who loves her, the relationship between the young couple is so good, but it is separated by yin and yang, how can people not be sad.

After some condolences from family and friends, Qi Yu was buried in a paper coffin and sent; into the crematorium.

They came early, and Ling Mo had already dredged up the relationship with the crematorium and let Qi Yu burn the first furnace to ensure that the ashes would not be mixed with others.

In order to be cremated thoroughly, Ling Mo asked for an hour of cremation, and during the hour of waiting, Ling Baolu was always accompanied by her parents, she had stopped her tears, but her eyes were swollen, her face was swollen, and her eyes were very haggard.

His eyes stared blankly ahead, waiting for the time to pass by second, but the feeling in his heart became more and more reluctant.

An hour, not fast or slow, but enough to incinerate a corpse to ashes, the staff called Ling Mo over, Ling Baolu immediately stood up and asked to go with Ling Mo.

She was Qi Yu's wife, and Ling Mo let her follow, but she didn't allow others to go.

Because the cremation has been carried out for a long time, the cremation is very thorough, and the next step is the procedure of putting the ashes into the urn.