Chapter 393

Metaphor color light smile, "rare get together, of course, is to divide the family, go, really do not have to entertain me." With that, she turned to scan the bedroom, looked around and found nothing, just like returning to her own home. She started to pass the three brothers and sisters in front of the door and went to the kitchen.

"Hello, what are you looking for? I'll find it for you. " Wang Jun didn't care about family meetings or family meetings. He left his second sister and third brother and ran to Yu se. The little girl was too beautiful for him to let go.

"Scales." Color is just one word.

Although she hated Wang Jun, she didn't mind if many people helped to find things.

"My scale should not be in the kitchen, it must be in the storage room. My father likes to put it there." Wang Jun said, on the courteous lead metaphor color to the villa on the first floor of a corner of the storage room to go.

"Thank you." Yu se went into the storage room of Wang's villa. There were some commonly used objects in it. They were arranged neatly. There were even ovens and egg beaters. When the old man was alive, he was a person who loved life.

With an oven and an egg beater, it's natural to have a scale.

It's for baking cakes and pastries and weighing sugar, flour or other things.

Small scale, not big, but for people who like to make snacks, it is essential.

The metaphor stopped in front of the scale and did not go.

"Well, you came to my house not because my father died, or to care whether my family had a scale?"

Yu se still ignores Wang Jun, reaches out and wipes it on the edge of the scale. Then he sends his fingertip to his nose to smell it. Then his face suddenly gets a little bad.

"Well, what are you doing? God said Wang Jun looked at the metaphor and was a little curious.

Just then, the door of the storeroom opened, and a woman older than Wang Jun came in, "who are you? What do you do in my storage room for no reason? Come out. "

"Four elder sister, this is metaphor color, is the third elder brother's friend." Wang Jun immediately began to protect the metaphor.

"Metaphor? Third brother's friend? How come I've never heard of a third brother having such a girlfriend? " Wang Fen looked at the metaphor, full of hostility, "you both give me out."

The figurative hand fell down from the nose. First, he took the lead to walk out of the storage room. At the same time, he casually said, "Mr. Wang bought a lot of medicine. Take it back and divide it by yourself."

"You You don't care. " Wang Fen glared at Yu se, pulled Wang Jun and left, "I'll wait for your meeting. Let's go."

"Fourth sister, don't worry about the meeting." Wang Jun is still reluctant to leave, reluctantly pulled away from the metaphor, but also looking back at the metaphor, anyway, just don't want to let go of the metaphor.

Yu se shook his head at his appearance. However, from Wang Fen's taking Wang Jun to the meeting, we can be sure that the five Wang brothers and sisters have gathered.

Now that we have known four, we still need a big brother.

Instead of following her, she made several rounds around the villa.

There are dead people in the villa. Now all the people who come here are going to mourn.

Sad music has been playing in the loudspeaker, listening to people very sad.

At this time in the yard, some paper carts and horses have been stopped, and a dozen wreaths have been placed.

If there is a funeral, I'm afraid the scene will be more grand.

It seems that the old man was very popular when he was alive.

But I didn't think about it. Suddenly, it was gone.

Metaphor is also emotion.

Feeling for the death of the old man.

But people can't be reborn after death, and she has no way.

After a turn, the metaphor went upstairs.

Because she saw that Wang Fen was pulling Wang Jun upstairs.

I think the family meeting should be upstairs.

It was quiet on the second floor.

Yes, people who come to mourning only gather together on the first floor and in the yard. As for the rooms above the second floor, no one comes up.

Because the old man's legs are not good, he always lives on the first floor, so the mortuary is also in the room on the first floor.

The country people's white custom, in the old man's body manifests incisively and vividly, this moment's Wang family villa, specially lively.

When there is no one on the second floor, the metaphor goes up to the third floor, but there is no one on the third floor. The metaphor goes up the stairs to the top floor.

There are only half rooms on the third floor.

Large balcony, also placed massage chair, want to come, when the old man is alive, must often sit on that massage chair, while massaging while basking in the sun.

Absolutely a person who loves life.

"Who?" At the sound of the footsteps, someone in the meeting gave a cry of surprise.

Then, five people looked at the metaphor together.

"Miss Yu, why did you come up?" Wang Qiang has a gentle tone. He doesn't dislike metaphor when he has touched it."Come here, little girl, and sit by me." Wang Jun is frivolous.

"Xiao San, she's not your girlfriend. Isn't it right for her to come to our family meeting? My sister-in-law and your brother-in-law have not attended. " Wang Fang questioned Wang Qiang, obviously, did not let her husband participate in the separation, she is angry.

"Third brother, I mean the same thing. We don't want to join our family. What do you want her to do?"

"Well, I didn't ask her to come up." Wang Qiang immediately explained, a little embarrassed.

"Since it is irrelevant, please go down." Wang Zhuang, the leader, glanced at the metaphor and finally spoke.

"Hello, everyone. I'm not here to eavesdrop on your division of property. I think it's more appropriate for me to say something now. Otherwise, it will be too late for me to say it when you have finished dividing the property." Yu se said, and sat on the massage chair, absolutely relaxed posture.

She didn't mind and was not afraid that the massage chair had been used by an old man.

There is nothing terrible about the dead. What really scares people is not the dead, but the living.

A living man with a human face and a beast's heart.

"What do you mean?" Wang Zhuang didn't know, so he looked puzzled. He had to say that he was the eldest brother.

"Big brother, don't listen to her nonsense, and quickly blow her downstairs and out of our house. She's from the clinic of Mo Mingzhen. Now she's probably trying to wash the white for Mo Mingzhen and let us let him go." Wang Fen looked at the metaphor, and her face was full of hostility.

With a smile, he met Wang Fen's eyes calmly, but the question was thrown to Wang Qiang. "Mr. Wang, did your fourth sister take care of and serve the old man's food and medicine yesterday?"

Before the end of her sentence, Wang Fen's face was instantly ugly