Bo Lixiao's eyes fell deeply on Fu Yiqian and Fu Xixi, and asked: "I remember, aren't Miss Fu and our ninth brother divorcing?"
The implication is that it shouldn't appear here.
As Fu Xixi's eldest brother, he should not help Bo Zhanye.
Fu Yiqian's face darkened, and he looked at Bo Lixiao with great seriousness and sharpness: "So what if there is a conflict?"
"My family, the Fu family, has a strict and just family tradition, respects the deceased, and will put aside personal grudges in the face of major issues of right and wrong. It is also polite to come to visit the deceased."
"And you, as family members, are making noises here, so you are not afraid of feeling uneasy and dreaming in the middle of the night?"
Bo Lixiao's mouth twitched slightly: "That's not what I meant. We just care about the ninth brother. Since the ninth brother needs to think personally, let's go back first."
He didn't want to offend Fu Yiqian and left.
The air soon became quiet again.
Fu Xixi finally saw the man kneeling on the ground in the cold and dim morgue.
He was still wearing yesterday's suit. Due to the air-conditioning inside, the black suit had already been covered with a thin layer of frost.
I couldn't see his face, but I could only see his back, which looked so lonely and lonely.
Her heart seemed to be gripped by something, and it was throbbing and making it difficult to breathe.
She walked over and knelt beside him, and kowtowed to Zhao Xinlan's body with great respect and courtesy: "Auntie... go away and rest in peace."
Fu Yiqian also stepped forward and kowtowed to Zhao Xinlan with the most serious and respectful expression.
This is the greeting that respects the deceased.
Mo Nanxi thought of Bo Lixiao and Bo Huaijing. They had never kowtowed or saluted before, so why did they care?
Fortunately, fortunately, Master Jiu still has Fu Xixi and the Crown Prince...
After Fu Xixi kowtowed three times, she took a deep breath and looked at the man beside her.
In just one day, he seemed to have lost weight, and his facial features were particularly three-dimensional, as if he was cutting with a knife or an axe.
She felt distressed and choked: "Master Jiu..."
"Thank you for coming." However, before she could finish her words, Bo Zhanye, who had been silent for a long time beside her, finally spoke.
The voice was so cold, so deep, and so emotionless.
Without even looking at Fu Xixi, he ordered Mo Nanxi:
"Mo Nanxi, prepare the helicopter. I will take my mother back to the countryside for burial without anyone attending."
This naturally includes Fu Xixi and everyone.
Mo Nanxi was startled, and then realized that Zhao Xinlan came from the countryside and probably liked to be buried in the ground. Master Jiu wanted her to rest in peace after her death.
He said quickly: "Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
Bo Zhanye looked at Fu Yiqian with a calm expression and said, "Take Xiaoxi back."
It's an order, it's cold, it's not a discussion.
Fu Xixi felt the extreme coldness all over his body, and even felt alienated from her three thousand miles away. She felt surprised and sad in her heart.
"Master Jiu, I know you are sad, but as your wife, I should accompany you and give the old man a ride."
"No need, no need." Bo Zhanye raised his lips coldly, the coldness on his face extremely cold.
Fu Xixi wanted to say something else.
Fu Yiqian stood up and grabbed her: "Forget it, let Bo Jiu quietly handle his mother's funeral affairs, and none of us should disturb him. Let's go."
Fu Xixi had no choice but to stand up, looked deeply at Bo Zhanye's cold and handsome face and cold figure, and squeezed it with his palms.
She said in a voice that only a few people could hear:
"Master Jiu, the child and I are behind you to accompany you."