Chapter 850

Lu Liangcheng mouth a pull, also don't know is in laugh or ridicule.

"Baijue, if you really love Guoguo, you can understand me. Guoguo is so painful to leave. I don't want to be exposed after her death. She She's gone, so let her go quietly. She loves beauty like sang Yu, and she certainly doesn't want to be seen losing her arm! "

"But..."

"Young master Bai, let the boss decide for himself."

Mo Yu tugged at Bai Jue, and then looked at him pitifully. Bai Jue pursed her mouth, and her face was full of tangled expressions. He wanted to argue with him, but Lu Liangcheng didn't give him a chance. Instead, he ordered him to leave.

"I want to be alone with Guoguo for a while, you all go down!"

Bai Jue refused to go down. Finally, she was pulled away by Mo Yu. After leaving the living room, Bai Jue was very angry. He said to Mo Yu, "you are the most effective assistant around Liangcheng. How can you follow him around at this time? He has no sense. How can you not? Do you think he is right to do this? His identity is here. Even if he doesn't want others to see the fruit, what will the relatives and friends of the Lu family think?

They can't understand Luliang City. They just think that such a big event can't come here. Is the relationship between the Lu family and them broken down? "

Mo Yu couldn't listen any more. He let go of Bai Jue's hand and said in a loud voice, "boss, in addition to being the successor of the Lu family, he is also Guo Guo's own father. Young master Bai, you are also a father. Don't you think about it in a different position?

He knows more about the identity of the boss than we do. The reason is that he doesn't dare. He knows that once someone comes, Guoguo will be exposed. Young master Bai, you have known the boss for so long. I think you should know the boss very well! "

Bai Jue suddenly lost his voice. He looked at Mo Yu and finally whispered, "I am also thinking for him. Born in such a family, human relationship can't be bad. After experiencing this, I know that Liangcheng will definitely be hit, so I don't want him to offend anyone!"

"Young master Bai, the boss has enough ability to deal with all external factors!"

Bai Jue looked at Mo Yu and his face. In a moment, he realized that it was useless to say anything, so he could only sigh.

"Well, since you don't listen to my words, let him do it according to his own ideas, but Moyu, I really want Liangcheng to be good!"

"Young master Bai, I know all your words, but as you said, since it is for the good of the young master, you have to make the young master feel good. Are you right?"

Bai Jue stretched out a hand, waved it, and said directly, "OK, don't say it. You can accompany you, young master. I'll go to see Xiaoxiao."

After Bai Jue left, Mo Yu went in again. At that time, the coffin had been covered, and Lu Liangcheng was sitting on one side with a bent body.

Mo Yu walked forward, looking at Lu Liangcheng, he was also sad.

"Boss What can I do for you? "

After hesitating for a long time, Lu Liangcheng slowly raised his head. Seeing that Mo Yu was alone, he said, "contact the funeral parlor and go with me in the evening."

Mo Yu paused for a moment, and then couldn't help asking, "what is the boss going to do in the funeral home?"

Lu Liangcheng's eyes glanced at the coffin, and then said: "I don't want Guoguo to stay in the world for too long. Although she is small, she loves beauty as much as Sangyu."

Ink rain instantly understood, and then nodded, and then agreed: "that I immediately go to prepare!"

At seven o'clock in the evening, Mo Yu and others carried the coffin of fruit and fruit onto the car to the funeral home. Lu Liangcheng followed the car. Mo Yu sat on the side of the car. They didn't say a word for the whole journey. Until they got to the funeral home, Lu Liangcheng said to Mo Yu: "you're good to send the fruit away, I I'll wait for you here

"Don't you go, boss?"

Lu Liangcheng said goodbye to his face. In his clear eyes, there are surging tears.

"I'm afraid I'll be reluctant to give up, so go ahead."

It's very concise, but when you say it, Luliang City's voice has been hoarse, and the ink rain can feel it naturally, so I do it according to the order.

In the coffin of Guoguo, there are some toys that Guoguo usually likes. Lu Liangcheng asks Mo Yu to burn them together. Obviously, there are a lot of things in it, but after burning, they are only two pieces of soil.

Mo Yu chose the urn, which was made of red sandalwood and inlaid with a ring of jade. This kind of box was provided by the funeral home. When Mo Yu paid for it, the owner of the funeral home was very happy.

Because of this price, he doesn't have to sell a few of them a year. After all, there are very few people willing to spend money on the dead.

If it's not the particularity of the industry, the boss really wants to use ink rain to ask for a wechat after receiving the money, and then say, welcome to visit next time.

So ah, the sadness in this world is not connected at all. You may be very sad, but others don't feel it at all. It is at this time that Mo Yu seems to understand why Lu Liangcheng suggested that Guoguo's funeral should be made big.Because he knows that, in his capacity, more than half of the people who come to visit may want to get in touch with each other, while there may not be many people who really love fruits and are reluctant to give up fruits.

When Mo Yu went out with the ashes in his arms, it was overcast outside, and Luliang City was smoking one by one against the door.

A long time ago, he gave up smoking because Qin Sangyu didn't like it. Later, with sugar and fruit, he didn't smoke any more. But this time, he looked like an old smoker.

"Boss!"

Mo Yu stopped at the edge of Luliang City, then reached out and handed over the box containing the ashes of fruits and fruits, "it's all here!"

Lu Liangcheng's body was stiff. At that moment, he seemed to have lost all his sensory nerves, so his body couldn't keep up with his brain.

The smoke in his hand burned up quickly, and Lu Liangcheng didn't react until it burned to his fingers.

The skin of the middle finger and index finger was scalded with a blister, but Lu Liangcheng didn't seem to care. He reached out a little bit and then took the urn from Mo Yu's hand. When the cold box touched the skin, Lu Liangcheng collapsed again.

"Fruit! I'm sorry! Daddy, I'm sorry

The sky seemed to be a very cooperative audience, so a few drops of rain fell at such a time. The ink rain felt that he took out the spare umbrella from the trunk, and when he carried it over, Luliang City had already fallen to the ground.