Chapter 270

Mo Jinrong hung up.

Confused, old Mrs. Mo scolded the phone.

"Little rabbit! Dare to hang up on me!"

"Old lady, does young master Jinrong have any plans? The young grandmother is the daughter-in-law of the Mohist school. Even if she wants to do it, it is also the Mohist school. No mother's family can wait so hard to hold a funeral. I don't think the blue family is a fuel-saving lamp."

Wu Ma guessed in the back.

"The blue family can still do it. It's just a headache to hear that they have a careless son. Anyway, I'm going to see what kind of demon the family does. My life and death are uncertain. It's not like to start a funeral here!"

Mrs. Mo had never seen such an outrageous family as the blue family, and she felt a little more contempt.

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Soon, LAN Tingyi had everything ready. The funeral was held in an abandoned warehouse. The reason why he chose here was that it was cheap. LAN Tingyi was reluctant to spend that money to rent an expensive venue.

Now many reporters are waiting for Mo Jinrong to appear.

LAN Yanran came to this place and was dissatisfied. How could his sister's funeral become so poor? Fortunately, it's not true, otherwise he must break his head and bleed.

Xu Yanshan was busy greeting the guests, serving some simple tea and smiling, as if she was nothing.

"Yo, my sister is gone. You're good at collecting money. You're good at taking the money?"

LAN Yanran walked to LAN Yaxin and said unhappily.

LAN Yaxin counted the money again and again, pretending to be very sad and crying.

"Yanran, although I usually have a bad relationship with my sister, I'm also very sad that my sister is gone. I'll collect the money for my second uncle and aunt for the time being. I'll give it to you when it's over, otherwise you can collect the money?"

Lanyaxin cried and looked at the direction of lantingyun.

"Do you have a funeral for Enron in such a place?"

LAN Tingyun was angry and anxious. Looking around, there were only a few wreaths and a big portrait. The money collection table was bigger than the wreath. He couldn't accept that it was a funeral for his daughter.

"Second brother, our economic ability is limited and we don't have the money to make a good place. We can make do with this place."

LAN Tingyi said wrongfully. There was no sadness on his face. Instead, it was all a desire for money.

"We didn't ask you to hold this funeral. You have to show off your ability. Now my daughter's funeral is so poor, how can I afford Enron?"

Li Yueru cried.

"All right! What are you crying about? Enron is dead. You mother should cry less and let her go in peace!"

Zhao Xiumei said impatiently.

At this time, the students of lanyaxin school came one after another and said they wanted to come to mourn LAN Enron. In fact, they wanted to see LAN Yanran.

"Is Enron really dead?"

Sun Hui's eyes were swollen with tears and asked LAN Yaxin.

LANYA heart nodded her head and covered her face and cried.

Zhao Xiaolei on one side cried the loudest. The deskmate who got along day and night didn't expect to disappear in a moment.

"Enron, you didn't tell me you were married or Mo Jinrong of Mohism. Enron, where are you?"

Lanyaxin felt ashamed and went elsewhere.

At this time, many students gathered around LAN Yanran and saw that he was a little haggard. They took photos and sent them to the forum to discuss LAN Yanran's mental state.

"What are you doing? If you didn't come to mourn my sister, please get out immediately!"

LAN Yanran said impatiently in the face of many cameras, and then turned and went out.

At this time, many people began to say that LAN Yanran played big cards and became a star.

However, this public opinion was soon overshadowed by the Mohists.

Mrs. Mo arrived at the memorial service in advance. She despised the scene in front of her. She had attended so many banquets and memorial service. No one was like this, or how could the Mohist granddaughter-in-law be so poor?

The group of reporters quickly gathered around, put the microphone in front of the old lady and asked.

"Mrs. Mo, this is the first time you have appeared at such a memorial service. Did you admit the fact that Mo Jin Rongyin married and controlled his wife?"

Old Mrs. Mo looked at the reporter angrily and said unhappily.

"My grandson doesn't have a wife. It's just an accident this time. There's no need to tell you about Jin Rong's marriage. It's a private matter of our Mohist school."

"I would like to ask if Mo Jinrong hasn't appeared this time. Is he not going to appear in the public view? Or does he refuse to attend the memorial service?"

The reporter continued to ask questions.

Mrs. Mo didn't want to attend the memorial service. In the face of these annoying reporters and paparazzi, she didn't want to answer questions.

At this time, Wu Ma saw Mrs. Mo's impatience, motioned the bodyguard to come up, surrounded Mrs. Mo in the middle and said.

"I'm sorry, we won't accept the interview. Today we came to mourn, not to attend the press conference."

"Mrs. Mo, tell me. Is it true that Mo Jinrong won't come? Will he have a seventh wife?"

The reporter asked.

Old Mrs. Mo looked at the man and said with her eyes narrowed.

"I don't want to see you in Chengdu!"

A group of people suddenly calmed down for fear of offending the old lady.

LAN Tingyi looked at what seemed to be happening outside and hurried over to have a look. He happened to see Mo Changwen and old lady Mo walking in one after another.