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The guests who came to mourn were also shocked.

They really did not expect that Lu Jinhui should be so famous and his relationship with Jun's family is so remarkable.

"Eldest son, second son..."

Lu Yiyao greets him with a polite and polite attitude.

Gong Nanling followed.

"I'm far away. I'm sorry."

Jun Linchuan nodded to him, with a shallow sadness in his low voice.

"Thank you very much."

Lu Yiyao nodded slightly to show etiquette.

“……”

Jun Linchuan side of the man, but just to Lu Yi distant look, look solemn, no voice.

A moment later.

"Yiyao, I didn't expect that your father and I would meet again in such a situation in a few days. Well, things are hard to predict. "

"The eldest son, I and my family are very grateful that you and the second young master can come to see my father off for the last time. Ladies and gentlemen, you may as well go to the guest room and have a rest. "

Lu Yi Yao's face is silent, which is a guest's airway.

"Good."

Jun Linchuan looked back at Lu Jinhui's portrait on the black square table, and his eyes were a bit deep.

Farewell.

Life and death.

Some words have not been clearly explained to him, he even left in such a melancholy.

"Nanling, I'll take the eldest and the second to have a rest, and I'll leave it to you."

Lu Yi Yao slightly tilts his head and tells Gong Nanling, who is standing behind him.

"Yes, uncle."

Gong Nanling bowed her head and answered.

Jun Linchuan looked at him and asked.

"This is the successor of the Lu family?"

"Yes, Nanling. I've met you."

Lu Yiyao only thinks that junlinchuan will not pay attention to Gong Nanling. Unexpectedly, he will ask each other on his own initiative.

"Young master, good."

Gong Nanling comes forward, pressing the tension in her heart, bending down and opening her mouth. The voice was a little hoarse.

"Good. It's really a young talent, a little like your brother-in-law. "

Jun Linchuan is very gentle should a.

“……”

Gong Nanling smiles modestly.

"And the second childe."

Lu Yi Yao squints his eyes and looks at Jun Mo Shang, who has never made a sound.

"Second childe, good."

Gong Nanling bumps into Jun Mo Shang's eyes and shivers.

This man's eyes are so dangerous.

All over the body of the fierce gas, seems to be above Junlin Chuan.

“……”

Jun Mo Shang still did not respond, his face was very cold and proud.

Jun Linchuan took another look at the women's wives not far away.

The eyes naturally stay on Lin ange.

On such occasions, he did not speak, and Lin ange did not dare to rush forward.

"Godfather..."

Lin Yanyan, who had been held in his arms by Ding Mo, recognized Jun Linchuan and pulled his eyebrows. He opened his mouth and called out.

"Young master..."

Ding Mo wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Yan Yan..."

Jun Linchuan heard the call, Ning eyebrows, looking at him.

Ding Mo had no choice but to hold Lin Yanyan, bend down and salute.

"Young master..."

"Godfather..."

Lin Yanyan called again.

"Yan Yan, come on."

Jun Lin Chuan slightly pursed his lips and said calmly.

Ding Mo put Lin Yanyan down.

Lin Yanyan went to Jun Linchuan.

Jun Linchuan reached out and touched his curly hair.

This curly hair looks like someone else.

"Big brother, how can this child look like the Lu family?"

Jun Mo Shang, who had not made a sound for a long time, dropped his eyes and looked at Lin Yanyan. Lip hook, light voice.

"he is as like as two peas. Why not?"

Jun Linchuan turned his head and took a look at him. On the face, raised a trace of displeasure.

“……”

Jun Mo Shang pulled a sharp eyebrow and laughed.

Lu Yi Yao's face is still not happy, the tone as usual polite.

"Eldest and second childe, please."

"Yanyan, my grandfather is busy now. I'll be with you later."

Jun Linchuan dotes on Lin Yanyan.

"Good..."

Lin Yanyan nodded his head cleverly. Timothy came forward and picked him up.

The man in black gave way.

Lu Yi Yao leads Jun Lin Chuan and Jun Mo Shang to the reception room on the second floor.

The men in black all followed.

The crowd retreating around slowly gathered again.People who came to offer their condolence are still in an endless stream.

Gong Nanling has been busy returning gifts, and her waist is almost unable to straighten up.

Lin Zhiyan looks at his back, and her jealous gums itch. Inner secret way.

"If there's nothing wrong with HengYuan, it's not your turn. The old man was so eccentric that he left everything to his grandson. My grandson didn't get anything. It's disgusting... "

"Mom..."

Lin ran timidly approached her and called her in a low voice.

"How did you get out?"

Lin Zhiyan glanced at her, her face was very unhappy.

She pulled Lin ran over to let these people know. Her house is not without successors. Lu Hengyuan is the eldest grandson of the Lu family.

"I went to the bathroom..."

Lin ran blushed, lowered his head and explained in a low voice.

“……”

Lin Zhiyan gave her a hard look. For two seconds, cold voice.

"Stand still."

"Yes."

Lin ran stands beside her, but the rest of the light from the corner of her eye slips to Lin'an song standing beside Lu Yixun.

The anger that had not yet subsided ignited again, burning her every nerve. She wanted to rush forward and strangle her.

But Lin Zhiyan's words, she dare not listen.

Bite your lips and hold on.

His hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles were white.

After a short period of time.

Here comes the owl minister.

Of course, he changed his mind, and so did Zuo.

Entering the Lingtang, you can see Gong Nanling, who is busy answering gifts.

The night owl minister's lip angle slightly curved, the bottom of the eye glides through a glimmer of light.

"This palace Nanling, looks pretty good."

At the bottom of my heart, there was a trace of jealousy.

He, like everyone who controls a sister, is naturally hostile to men who are close to his sister.

"Little Lord, the two of you are here."

A left ear, whispered.

"Well?"

The owl minister's brow was almost invisible.

Junlinchuan and junmoshang have always been at odds. Apart from the occasions when they have to appear together, they are rarely in the same frame.

Unexpectedly, they came to the Lu family to offer their condolence together.

Lu Jinhui's face is really big?

But they came together.

For the dead Lu Jinhui or the living Lu Yiyao?

"Ah..."

The owl minister's lips were filled with a cold smile.

Even though he changed a very ordinary face, he still attracted many people's attention as soon as he entered the mourning hall.

"Who is this man? Why not? Do you know? "

"I don't know either. It's very eye-catching..."

"I'm afraid it's from other places..."

The people who came to mourn were all the influential figures in Yunjing circle, and most of them were familiar with each other.

Night owl minister's face, also too strange some.

Gong Nanling is young after all, and not many people know him well. Seeing him, there was no doubt.

The night owl comes in, bows and bows.

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