Chapter 1278

"Mom... He's really dead. "

Huo Mian holds her mother's hand tightly and feels that there is no temperature in her fingers

In how to hate, once she also loved Huo Zhenghai deeply, so she should be very uncomfortable at this moment, right?

Yang Meirong staggered and stepped back several steps.

Heel is not stable, almost fell

Fortunately, Huo Mian is quick in eyes and hands, and immediately supports her

"Mom Are you ok? "

"Why Why...? " Yang Meirong choked.

"Mom He is not in good health, and now his business has been elevated, and his power is in the hands of hoshiqian. Maybe he is also in a hurry... "

Huo Mian comforts

"The old man He is so lucky I didn't suffer much, so I went He still owes me so much. I thought I could see the sad scene of his old age, so I could go to dig at him. He didn't give me a chance. "

Yang Meirong said it out of place

"Mom I saw him yesterday. "

"You see him?" Yang Meirong has some accidents.

Huo Mian nodded, "well, when he went to see him yesterday, he was in a bad mental state. He had been drinking nutritious liquid and could not eat anything..."

"And did he say anything to you?"

"Say I'm sorry."

"What's the point of saying that now?" Yang Meirong sits on the sofa and wipes her tears.

Huo Mian takes out the jade wrench from his bag and hands it to his mother

"Is this...?" Yang Meirong looks at the ring and stops talking.

"This is something he has with him. Let me pass it on to you and leave a message for you."

"Damn it If you die, you will not live safely. Who should remember him? "

Yang Meirong cried even more. She took the jade ring finger while crying

It seems that we can't accept the news that Huo Zhenghai is dead.

"I will go to the funeral with Qin Chu tomorrow. Would you like to go with me?" Asked Hermione in a low voice.

Yang Meirong's silence is to shed tears

"It's better to send him on his last journey, and to die Let's write off all the past, Ma. "

"Well, I'll go with you." In the end, I don't know whether the words of Huo Mian played a role or whether Yang Meirong wanted to open her own.

She nodded to follow them to the funeral

In the morning of the next day, Huo Zhenghai funeral

a long line came out of the main house of the Huo family

As the eldest son, huosiqian walked ahead with his father's portrait

Behind him are Huo Mian and Huo Yanyan, both of whom have white Xiaobu on their heads.

In fact, Huo Mian has no obligation to bury Huo Zhenghai with filial piety cloth After all, she was not his daughter.

But outsiders don't know Huo Mian's life experience, so she will attend as Huo Zhenghai's daughter.

Jiang Hong looks sad. She is supported by two maids and walks slowly.

Qin Chu has been looking after Yang Meirong, carefully

Today, the weather is especially good. Although it's cold, we can see the blue sky and white clouds that we haven't seen for a long time.

Everyone was dressed in black, from the old house to the cemetery.

A hundred black luxury cars have been sent out, which is considered as the scenery is boundless

What's rare is that song Yishi also came, and she followed huosiqian's side.

Expressionless face, for Huo Mian, that is, how many people died, she would not care.

But the media have to worry about it, so my father is right. I have to pretend for a while.

Song Dynasty poetry and Huo Mian four eyes opposite, she do not overdo, ignore Huo Mian, there is no meaning to speak.

Huo Mian is too lazy to talk to her

In this way, a group of people sent Huo Zhenghai's body to Beishan cemetery

He was lowered to the elder generation of the Huo family, that is, the ancestral Tomb of the Huo family.

When I finished, it was already noon

Huosiqian opens a hundred tables at the five-star hotel, entertains guests and eats funeral banquet.

Huo Mian was in no mood. He sent his mother home with Qin Chu and asked for a half day's leave to go home for rest.

Qin Chu sent Huo Mian to the company.

Huo Mian fainted all afternoon in Nanshan castle. When he woke up, it was almost dark.

She put on her nightgown and went downstairs to the fireplace to bake

The north wind in the deep winter can no longer be described as cold, it should be said to be frozen.

The heating in Nanshan castle is sufficient, but the living room is too large, so it is still a little cold.

Huo Mian sat in front of the fireplace and drank milk. Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

She opened it and saw the wechat sent by Jiang Xiaowei. She said - Xiaomian, Su Yu is back.