"Are you having an affair with Lu Jing'an?" As soon as Huanong entered the room, he saw Yang Xian sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea and looking at her.
Huanong pretended not to understand and blinked at Yang Xian.
"If you do it, you'll do it. Don't pretend to be like me."
"What were you two talking about?" Huanong answered the question.
"What do you think about your dad?"
Huanong thought for a while, sat on the sofa and nodded her temples. It was a lie to say she had no feelings. After all, Huajin was very good to her, gave her extreme pampering, and gave her a life of worry-free food and clothing. She had never had any problems since she was a child. Let her suffer even the slightest injustice in front of outsiders.
But now, it is really difficult for her to make a choice.
Huanong lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face.
He looked like he was making a major decision without saying a word.
For a long time, just when Yang Xian felt that she could not answer this question, her indifferent voice echoed in the corner of the room: "Just do whatever you have to do!"
"I think so."
"I have to face the problem of him staying outside every day these past few months. Today the illegitimate child and tomorrow the mistress come to the house one after another. Only by solving this matter can I live a clean life."
"It's an afterthought whether you have an inheritance or not. What's the use of taking money and not living comfortably?"
Yang Xian finally figured it out.
"I have already called people over. Since the person is gone, we will cremate and bury him in one piece tonight. We will definitely not give the illegitimate children outside a chance to take advantage of him."
........
"What did you say? Where to go?"
"Hua Jin Funeral."
Chu Mi stood on the stairs of her villa in her pajamas; "Dad, are you awake? What kind of funeral?"
"Isn't Huanong's father still dead?"
The person downstairs was wearing a tie while looking at the person standing on the steps: "It was 4 o'clock in the morning last night. Please check your phone first."
Chu Mi turned around and went upstairs, picked up her phone and looked through Huanong's Moments, and saw that she had posted an obituary.
Confirmed the news that Hua Jin died last night.
"Oh my God! No, I asked her the day before yesterday and she said she was still alive. How long has it been?"
.......
"Boss Lu, I'm very worried about your future." Xu Qing came into the office early in the morning with her tablet. When she saw the news on it, she probably guessed why the Hua family issued an obituary in one night, and then issued a death certificate, cremation, etc. things.
Lu Jing'an guessed that Huanong was not a person who liked to be controlled by others. The more things Hua Jin did for her, the more it affected her mentality: "Are you worried that Huanong will treat me like this in the future?"
"No! Look how clean and tidy Miss Hua is!"
"Issue a death certificate, cremate, one-stop service, how simple and neat is it? It doesn't give people any chance to breathe."
Lu Jing'an glanced at today's schedule and said in a casual tone: "Then she should be more kind to me in the future."
"How to say?"
"I don't have that many messy bastards."
Xu Qing clicked her tongue: "Don't say it too early? Boss Lu, what man doesn't cheat?"
Lu Jing'an raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Qing, and smiled lightly: "It is an insult to me to compare with the individuals you have met. Mr. Xu, Scumbag Harvester is your title, not my wife. of."
After Lu Jing'an finished speaking, he threw a document to her: "The Shen family's case."
"Give it to me again?" Xu Qing was unhappy: "It is precisely because you are squeezing me so much that I don't have time to identify whether a scumbag belongs to a scumbag."
"You don't want to do anything at home, and you're not happy to go abroad. What's the matter? Did I invite you back as a mascot? Just to attract wealth?"
Xu Qing:..........
At the funeral home, the Hua family's bodyguards surrounded the entire place. Hua Jin's former secretary stood at the door to identify whether the person coming was Hua Jin's friend.
Unrelated persons are not allowed to enter.
In the funeral home, He Jing, wearing a black dress, approached Yang Xian and said, "Yang Xian, you are still the best!"
"I have done all these important things quietly. How about there were so many women in Hua Jin and you were the only one who could take the position?"
Hua Jin shows mercy everywhere, there are countless women outside, but Yang Xian is the only one he has taken the position among so many women outside, and after she takes the position, Hua Jin never brings any woman home again.
She firmly sat in Mrs. Hua's chair. Until Hua Jin's death.
"My sister must have taught her well," Yang Xian replied lightly. When she married Hua Jin, her ex-wife He Jing came to the house and sarcastically warned her not to daydream for too long.
"Look, have I been dreaming about this dream for long enough?"
"You..." He Jing wanted to have a seizure.
Huanong came over and handed her three sticks of incense with a faint smile: "Auntie, don't be angry. There is no resurrection after death. Put the incense on it first. I'll tell you where to bury it later. It's not too late to dig my dad's grave." , with so many media watching, why don’t you let people find out what happened at the dock last night?”
He Jing could not get up or down in one breath.
She knew that what happened last night was not that simple. The people above went to the dock to check on them for no reason, and they kept checking until dawn. They said they would wait for the notice and then left. It was clear that someone was messing with them.
"Did you do it?"
He Jing stretched out his hand to grab Huanong, but Huanong dodged it calmly: "Auntie, if I have this ability, can I still let Huaan go through such trouble with me?"
"You think highly of me."
"Huanong," Chu Mi's tone interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between Huanong and He Jing.
"Mr. He is here too?" Chu Mi elbowed her own father. He seemed to understand and started chatting with He Jing.
This funeral in the Hua family was so lively that it was comparable to a palace drama.
When Huanong sent away the last group of guests, he beat his legs, took his white feet out of the high heels and spun them around.
"Didn't you bring a pair of flat shoes?"
A man's questioning voice sounded from the bottom of the steps, making Huanong startled.
"How did you come?"
"The director came over, and I followed him." The crew saw Huanong's obituary and contacted Wei Shi to say they wanted to come to pay their respects. That's how he appeared here.
"Oh!" Hua Nong responded lightly: "I forgot."
"How big are you wearing?"
"37," Huanong responded directly without thinking too much. He couldn't conjure up a pair of shoes for her, could he?
Xiao Beilin, who was supposed to go up the steps, turned around and went to the nanny car behind him. When he came down, he picked up a pair of flat shoes of an unknown brand.
Huanong raised his eyebrows, "Awesome!"
"Actor Xiao, are you prepared?"
The man bent over and placed the handmade flat shoes at her feet: "Always ready to tease girls."
"What a scumbag, what a scumbag!"
