This Wang Qingzhen only visited Luo Mingsheng's room when he first came, and stayed in his room the rest of the time.

It's either that you don't eat well or you don't sleep well.

The subordinates of the Luo family have been resting in shifts for several days, and now they have to serve an old lady with a strange temper, and everyone is full of mourning, and they can't help but talk quietly behind their backs.

"This old lady is too capable of tossing people, she simply thinks of herself as Lafayette."

"If you want me to say, Lafayette can't do anything for her, she should be called a jing."

The subordinates who have been in the Luo family for decades sighed again and again: "The old lady's strength to be a man is still far worse than back then. ”

Everyone was stunned and wanted to hear about the events of the year, but he shut up in time.

Whoever talks about the Lord's house behind his back will be thrown out. He has been a subordinate for so many years, and he understands this rule.

When Song Yiqing passed by, she happened to hear this paragraph, which made her heart itch, and she was very curious about what happened back then.

Before she could recover from the gossip news, someone came to report: Luo Mingsheng had gone.

Wang Minglan immediately burst into tears when she heard the news and threw herself on Luo Mingsheng's bedside.

Wang Qingzhen and Luo Minghao, who had been in the future for a long time, both arrived, and the two of them pretended to shed a few tears.

Song Yiqing asked Wang Minglan to help her back to the room, and according to the previous plan, she began to prepare for Luo Mingsheng's funeral.

When Fang Huaian received the news, he rushed back to Luo's house as soon as possible.

The husband and wife wore linen and filial piety, and took the little Luo Tiegen to greet the guests who came to mourn.

In the middle of the night, the guests who came to pay their respects left the table one after another, leaving a group of cronies to stay here.

Luo Mingsheng's coffin stopped in the living room, and for three days, there was an endless stream of guests from the Luo family.

There are those who come to inquire about the news, those who want to encroach on the Luo family's business with bad intentions, those who sincerely thank them, and those who scold to death at the door.

In just three days, Song Yiqing saw the good of the Luo family and the bad of the Luo family.

People have two sides, but she has never seen them so extreme.

On the fourth day of the suspension, Wang Qingzhen and Luo Minghao couldn't sit still.

They have always wanted to deal with the aftermath and divide the property quickly.

Wang Qingzhen sent someone to inquire about Wang Minglan, but the reply he got was that Luo Mingsheng's bones were not cold, and there was no hurry in this matter.

The three and two inquiries completely angered Wang Minglan, and she faced Wang Qingzhen head-on: "Your son has not been buried yet, so you are so anxious to ask for his property?" ”

Wang Qingzhen stopped his waist: "If my son hadn't married you, a vixen, he wouldn't have died young." ”

"Heh, it's really unfortunate to have a mother like you."

"I don't care, you quickly cremate Mingsheng, and then give me the inheritance."

She played a trick, ignoring the presence of the Luo family and guests, and directly tore her face.

Luo Tiegen stepped forward to defend Wang Minglan: "You old witch, dare to yell at my grandmother!" ”

Wang Qingzhen's face turned green: "Who do you say is the old witch?" Is this what is raised? It's not big, it's not small, it's not cleaned up. Minghao, call me, and then throw it out, our Luo family doesn't have such an uneducated child. ”

Luo Minghao got the order, and immediately rolled up his sleeves to attack Luo Tiegen.

Luo Tiegen's eyes widened, and he refused to back down.

His slap was about to hit him in the face when it fell, and at the critical period, Song Yiqing made a move.

She grabbed his arm and threw it back, and the crisp sound made his arm instantly misplaced.

Luo Minghao wailed, and then, she broke it again, and with a crisp sound, his arm was healed again.

"You demon girl, the eldest brother is still here, you dare to attack me."

"You're going to beat his precious golden grandson, if he is alive now, it shouldn't be my turn to do it. I believe he must have beaten him much harder than me. ”

Luo Minghao was unable to refute what she said with a clever mouth, glared at her viciously, and didn't dare to step forward.

Because she is really not her opponent, besides, there is still a Fang Huai'an standing next to her.

Fang Huai'an is an even more powerful existence than her.

Wang Qingzhen didn't take advantage of it, and started her old business again, crying and making a fuss, splashing and rolling.

"I think you are trying to encroach on my son's property, and pity me for being homeless at my age."

Song Yiqing sneered: "Old lady, are you cursing the second uncle?" You only have one son dead, not both sons have died. ”

When Wang Qingzhen heard her words, she couldn't wait to tear her mouth: "You dare to curse Minghao, you little prodigal hoof, you can't die well." ”

All the guests who had not left had yet hid to the side and watched the big drama of the Luo family.

Wang Minglan wanted to maintain Luo Mingsheng's last bit of dignity, and said bitterly: "What should be given to you, when the funeral is over, I will give you a lot." ”

"How long do I have to wait?"

She'd waited long enough for three days.

"Seven days."

"Seven days?"

Luo Minghao almost jumped up, did she want to wait for the toxins of the corpse to be released before being buried!

Don't!

Song Yiqing stared at him, like an eagle staring at its prey.

"The second uncle seems to be very surprised, the funeral will be suspended for seven days, isn't this the rule for us?"

Luo Minghao didn't care about decency, and directly objected: "It will take less than seven days, three days is enough, and the funeral will be held tomorrow." ”

Wang Minglan snorted coldly: "It's your turn to decide on this family." ”

He was speechless for a while, and he held back for a long time before he said: "This is, this is what Mom meant." ”

Wang Qingzhen coughed twice and explained hesitantly: "Yes, that's what I mean." We, our hometown, were all out of the funeral after three days. ”

Song Yiqing asked rhetorically: "Your hometown?" Where is your hometown? How I haven't heard of it. ”

She just talked nonsense, she didn't think that Song Yiqing would get to the bottom of it more seriously, and for a while, she didn't know how to answer.

can only make a strong decision: "I said that tomorrow's funeral will be tomorrow's funeral." ”

Song Yiqing laughed angrily at her, and learned Wang Minglan's words: "It's your turn to say what you do." ”

Wang Qingzhen covered her chest, patted her thighs with her hands, and cried at the coffin: "Mingsheng, look at your good wife and daughter, if you leave, the two of them will join forces to bully me." What can I do? ”

Her crying became louder and louder, and the melon-eating crowd who didn't know the truth pointed at Wang Minglan and the others.

Unexpectedly, Song Yiqing knelt on the ground with a plop, tears in her eyes, crying worse than Wang Qingzhen.

"Dad, why did you just give up? Grandma is going to rob the Luo family's property to the second uncle while your bones are still cold. How could she bully us so ruthlessly. ”

Wang Qingzhen never dreamed that she would come to this trick, so she immediately stopped crying and watched her perform.

At the end, I couldn't help but scold: "You little slut is talking nonsense!" ”