Chapter 757： Cold-blooded animal

"Ok."

Ling Mohan was still very indifferent, there was not the slightest temperature before his eyes.

Mrs. Ling knew his temperament, so she didn't say much, she directly instructed Mo Xiao behind her: "Go and get your car. After breakfast, go to the funeral home."

"Okay, ma'am."

Mo Xiao nodded, and went out of the restaurant to prepare the car.

Only Mrs. Ling and Ling Mohan were left in the dining room. Mrs. Ling glanced at Ling Mohan from time to time and observed his expression.

However, Ling Mohan had been eating breakfast silently the whole time, without saying a word.

Only then did Mrs. Ling really relax.

During this period, she kept Yu Jie staring at Ling Mohan's whereabouts.

Since Ling Wenhua's death, Ling Mohan never mentioned Bai Liyue again, and had already determined that she was killing her father and enemy.

Bai Liyue seemed to be completely forgotten by him.

Mrs. Ling retracted her eyes, then scooped up the porridge in front of her and ate slowly.

After eating breakfast, the Ling family rushed to the funeral home.

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When Master Ling was young, he had a good reputation, and the Ling family was one of the four major families in Jiangcheng.

Therefore, at the funeral of Ling Wenhua, major families in Jiangcheng, partners, relatives and friends of the Ling family came to express their condolences.

Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

Farewell hall entrance.

Before 8 o'clock in the morning, those who came to mourn almost broke the threshold.

Looking around, everyone wore depressive black and white clothes, their faces were very serious, and they even sighed and shook their heads.

"Master Ling has had a hard life in his life, and he actually ended up being poisoned, hey..."

"Yes, Master Ling was such a good person before, God is really unfair to him!"

Mo Xiao led the other servants of the Ling family at the door of the farewell hall to receive those who came to express their condolences.

Those who can come to the funeral of Ling Wenhua are all figures with extraordinary status in Jiangcheng. Mo Xiao stood at the door and respectfully invited these people into the farewell hall.

Before long, Luo Yuyao followed her parents to the farewell hall.

Upon seeing this, Mo Xiao hurriedly greeted him.

"Master Luo, Mrs. Luo, Miss Luo, you are here, please come in."

Luo Yuyao’s mother, Hu Lan, looked into the farewell hall and saw rows of wreaths placed inside. When people kept laying flowers and bows in front of Ling Wenhua’s coffin, she sighed, “Brother Wenhua was fine the other day. Yes, it has only been a few days, how could this happen, hey..."

Seeing her mother's sadness, Luo Yuyao comforted: "Mom, don't be sad, let's go in and see Uncle Ling."

Luo Yuyao's father Luo Chen also sighed.

"Wenhua and I were still such good friends before. How could this happen? It's really unpredictable in the world. Let's go, go in and take a look at Wenhua."

"Master Luo, please."

Mo Xiao made a please gesture.

Afterwards, the Luo family entered the farewell hall.

In the farewell hall of the funeral home, white-yellow chrysanthemums were placed all around, and at the front was a photo of Ling Wenhua's remains.

Before the photo was taken, there was a black coffin without a cover.

Ling Wenhua's body was lying inside so that everyone could mourn and give him one last look.

Around the coffin were wreaths and white flowers offered by those who came to express their condolences.

The area of ​​the farewell hall was large, and within half an hour, hundreds of people came to express their condolences.

The whole farewell hall looked bustling, but not noisy.

All of them were wearing black clothes, and the expressions on their faces were solemn or sad, and even relatives of the Ling family were secretly wiping tears.

The atmosphere in the whole farewell hall was very serious, and no one made a sound.

Until Mrs. Ling came to the farewell hall.

She was dressed in white, her hair was a bit messy, and there was no trace of blood on her face without makeup.

Just stepping into the farewell hall, he was crying until he almost fainted.

She looked at the photo of Ling Wenhua in the front, collapsed to the point that her legs became weak and fell to the ground.

Even so, she still cried in her mouth: "Wenhua, you are so cruel! You just left, what can we do from now on..."

Her heart-piercing voice instantly broke the serious atmosphere in the farewell hall.

The people who were mourning in the farewell hall turned their heads.

Seeing Mrs. Ling fell to the ground and crying until her voice was hoarse, the people present all cast expressions of sympathy.

Everyone knows that Ling Wenhua was suddenly paralyzed more than 20 years ago.

For so many years, Mrs. Ling managed the Ling family by herself, and even brought Ling Mohan up by herself. It was not easy to think about it.

Now that Master Ling suddenly passed away, it was hard for everyone to imagine how bitter her heart would be.

At this moment, several people walked over and helped the grief-stricken Mrs. Ling from the ground.

"Wan Qing, sorrow."

"Yes, you can't come back from death, you must take care of your body."

Hu Lan also hurriedly stepped forward, handed over two tissues, and persuaded: "Wan Qing, you want to open it, otherwise, if Wenhua sees you like this below, he will also be sad."

Mrs. Ling held out her hand with tears in her eyes.

After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but choked up again.

"Hu Lan, you said why my life is so bitter, what did I do wrong, why did my husband leave me..."

Mrs. Ling covered her face and wept bitterly without an image.

The people of condolence in the farewell hall were deeply saddened in their eyes.

Ling Wenhua had been dead for two days, but Mrs. Ling still couldn't accept this fact.

One can imagine how deep the relationship between the two is.

At this time, some people complained about God's injustice, and they were so cruel to Mrs. Ling.

Many relatives and friends hurried forward to comfort.

For a time, everyone at Ling Wenhua's funeral went to comfort Mrs. Ling.

When Mrs. Ling was crying, Ling Mohan walked in from outside the farewell hall.

When he saw everyone surrounding Mrs. Ling to comfort him, he glanced at his sword eyebrows, and walked directly beside Mrs. Ling, towards Ling Wenhua's coffin.

The people around Mrs. Ling couldn't help being surprised.

When the son saw his mother crying, he didn't react at all. Instead, he didn't seem to see it. It was abnormal.

Ling Wenhua's eldest brother Ling Bin couldn't stand it anymore.

He walked directly to Ling Mohan's side and whispered reproach: "Mo Han, didn't you see your mother crying and almost fainted? Why don't you give me some comfort?"

Ling Mohan's eyes fell in the coffin in front of him.

Ling Wenhua in the coffin closed his eyes tightly, his face ruddy, as if he was asleep.

After just one glance, he withdrew his eyes, and returned Ling Bin without any warmth: "What's the use of comfort, can I bring my father back to life?"

His cold words reached the ears of everyone in the farewell hall, and everyone frowned.

Is this what a son should say?

Among the crowd, there were already some faint sounds, pointing to Ling Mohan.

"What's the matter? His mother is so sad, and he still has this attitude."

"Yeah, I'm really not filial at all."

"What's the use of being a leader in the business world? It's a cold-blooded animal!"