The man who came in, after being shouted that he was rich and noble, shouted at a woman wearing linen and filial piety with an unsightly face.

"You don't force it, you are not qualified to come here to wear linen and filial piety, I am the boss, and I have the final say on Dad's death."

The kneeling woman was suddenly stood up by the rich and noble.

"You fart! You didn't go to see your dad before you died, and now that your dad is gone, what qualifications do you have! My dad was sent away by me, and I am not qualified to have this qualification! Cry for me, cry hard! ”

The person who spent the money said that he cried, and the person who led the contact opened his mouth to cry, and Feng Yin adhered to a professional attitude, and the tears came when he said it.

"My ——- ah———"

The man who led the crying was kicked to the ground, and there were shoe prints on his face.

"Fu Changgui, what are you going to do! You're still not a person, it's Dad's funeral! ”

"Get out! Shao and Lao Tzu came to this set and took out Dad's inheritance, otherwise no one would have a good time today. ”

"Okay, I knew your dog couldn't change his-"

"Roll the calves!"

Fu Changgui kicked the woman without hesitation, and the woman staggered behind and sat on the ground.

The woman sitting on the ground began to cry when she pulled her throat, and she was much better than the rest of them.

"Let's take a look, how can there be a son who makes a funeral for his own father-"

Fu Changgui didn't pay attention to the crying woman at all, and made a big fuss in the mourning hall alone, smashing everything he could smash.

Feng Yin had long been hiding aside, standing at the door and watching the excitement with Li Sanyi and others.

What's going on? Isn't it a live broadcast of the wind chanting? 】

[Didn't you go to cry and mourn, crying so successfully, or crying crazy for others. 】

[Crying and mourning still has so much power? 】

"Stop him—stop him—"

The woman screamed, but the people on her side couldn't stop Fu Changgui at all, and seeing the urn in Fu Changgui's hand, the woman let out a long scream.

"Stop him, I'll give the money!"

Give money?

The two words woke up Feng Yin in an instant, and I saw that the body she was leaning on was straightened up and stood up.

"Money tells me it's time to pretend."

Feng Yin walked very abruptly in the center of the mourning hall, and said to Fu Changgui, who was holding the urn on it: "This noble brother, put your father down first." ”

"Get out! Who the fuck are you, I tell you, give me what the old man left behind, or I'll scatter the ashes, throw them away, and feed them to the dogs! ”

"Wang—"

Allah at the door took a few steps back in disgust, so he didn't want it.

"Don't get excited, if you accidentally break it, where do you still have chips."

"Something to discuss, bad mood, you know?"

With every word of the wind, he took a small step forward.

Fu Changgui, who was emotional, held the urn and looked at the crying woman on the side with crazy eyes.

"Don't cry fucking, you will cry except for crying, the old man is what you cried and left!"

"Don't be coy here, the old man's things should have been mine, you are not his bloodline, why should you inherit his things!"

Fu Changgui's words shocked Feng Yin for a moment, as well as the inside story.

So whether she wants to grab the ashes or not, I always feel that the next story is a bit exciting, the wonderful story has traffic, hot searches, can repay the money, and can also exchange life points.

Wind Yin made a decision in an instant.

"This big brother, if you don't say it, let's all listen to it and judge the lawsuit for you, I happen to be an anchor, and I have a bit of a black fan foundation."

(End of chapter)