Leng Mu held the pure water, which was messy in the wind.
Not all of them are economical. Even such a young child has so many evil thoughts. He is indeed a descendant of the Leng family.
After all, Leng Zongkai was strong and recovered within two days, but his body was healed but his spirit remained sluggish.
He handled his son's funeral all by himself, without relying on others, and he did it properly and perfectly.
Qingting and Qi Rui both attended the funeral, everyone died, and all the grudges and grudges were blown away by the wind.
Qi Rui stayed with Leng Zongkai, never leaving, for fear that he would not be able to hold on and fall.
There were quite a lot of guests, and basically all the relatives and friends who were visiting came to see her off, even if it was for Leng Zongkai's sake, they would come.
Therefore, the funeral ceremony is quite neat, and it is considered to be a moment of mourning and honor after death.
Qingting stood a few steps away, looking at the dark coffin, feeling inexplicably melancholy.
When he was alive, she was bored with him and wished he would go away and never let her see him.
But after he died, all the bad things he did disappeared, and all the good things he had done to her came to mind.
They used to be very good friends, admiring each other and encouraging each other.
When she was in the most difficult time, he repeatedly extended a helping hand to save her from fire and water.
She closed her eyes, and the clean and bright man appeared in front of her eyes, just like when she first saw him.
Fan Yunchan was dressed in black and looked ashen. With Fan Qihua's support, he staggered in.
"Uncle Leng."
Her whole body had lost a lot of weight, leaving only skin and bones, and her eyes were deeply sunken. She was as old as a flower, but as haggard as a broken flower.
Leng Zongkai's expression moved slightly, "Why are you here? If you are not feeling well, just lie down in the hospital and don't run around."
His tone was gentle and pitiful.
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 will come to see him for the last time."
"Hey." Leng Zongkai could only sigh.
It is rare to find such a loving and righteous woman, but it is a pity that my son was obsessed with her and wasted a relationship.
Fan Qihua was also dressed in black. After greeting the host, he supported his daughter wholeheartedly with a look of pity on his face.
In the past two days, my daughter has been very ill, with a high fever. She was lying on the hospital bed crying, which made her hate her so much. What kind of curse was cast on this girl who failed to live up to her expectations?
Fortunately, the scourge is dead and can no longer harm anyone.
Fan Yunchan was floating when he walked, and he needed help throughout the whole process of worshiping. Tears rolled down his face and he was heartbroken.
She looked at the man in the coffin infatuatedly. He was still so handsome, handsome, and cold, but he would never speak or stand up again.
He really died. He died silently and without any movement.
"Did he have any last words before he died?"
Leng Zongkai sighed again, "No, I didn't say anything."
Fan Yuncan bit his lip and said in a very cold tone, "Ye Qingting, is this true?"
What is this suspicion? Do you suspect they killed someone? Qingting frowned slightly, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
No matter what she thinks, it has no effect on them at all.
So what if you are suspicious? Do you have the ability to kill them all?
With Fan Yuncan's status, he can't shake the Leng family at all.
Fan Yunchan's body trembled, but he did not raise his head to look at her. He looked at the coffin from beginning to end, fascinated, serious, and focused, as if one glance lasted a lifetime.