Looking at Cao Hui in front of him, he said, "what's today's arrangement?"
In the face of his boss ignoring his words, Cao Hui certainly did not dare to continue to ask questions. He could only report the specific arrangements for today according to the questions of Si LuoMing, and the two quickly went to the company.
"Ten percent, are you ok?" Li Jingzhi doesn't have time to think so much about the departing sloamin. What's more, her meeting with sloamin again is not very happy.
At this moment, song Yicheng's expression becomes very bad. She doesn't know what happened. She just sees that song Yicheng's expression becomes gloomy after he answers a phone call.
Even the hands can't help shaking. Out of worry, Li Jingzhi pulls song Yicheng's arm to ask what happened.
Song Yicheng also felt Li Jingzhi's touch, and his trance was relieved. Then he looked into Li Jingzhi with a trace of warmth.
"Jing Jing, can you accompany me to a place later?" Li Jingzhi is looking at Song Yicheng anxiously when he hears this sentence in his ear.
Although I don't know what happened to song Yicheng, Li Jingzhi doesn't know how to refuse to face song Yicheng's grief. What's more, she has known song Yicheng for such a long time, and it's the first time that she sees song Yicheng's grief.
Don't know how to comfort each other, Li Jingzhi can only reach out and pat song Yicheng on the shoulder, then gently hugged song Yicheng and said: "good."
Sitting in the car, Li Jingzhi doesn't know what song Yicheng is thinking at the moment. She just feels that her hand is held by the other party. Song Yicheng has been lowering her head and saying nothing since she got on the car. She is really worried.
"Here we are." Until the car stopped at a place, Li Jingzhi took a look at it. It seemed that there were a lot of people outside. Then she held out her hand and said to song Yicheng.
Immersed in grief, song Yicheng looks out after Li Jingzhi's voice falls. Then he releases Li Jingzhi's hand and opens the door.
After Li Jingzhi saw song Yicheng go down, he also quickly followed up.
"Ah, why did you leave me so early? How can I live alone in this world? "
Li Jingzhi follows song Yicheng as she walks inside. Suddenly, she hears a painful voice. As she goes further, she looks at the voice and sees song Yicheng's mother kneeling there.
There is the funeral hall of song Yicheng's father. It's obvious that there is a funeral for song Yicheng's father. Li Jingzhi doesn't know what his mood is like at the moment.
She can only quickly follow up and salute his father with song Yicheng.
"You still have face? I called you so many times before, but you didn't show up once. What's the matter with you son? Do you have the heart to see your father leave
Li Jingzhi looks at Song Yicheng and bends down. The mother of song, who is kneeling and weeping, also sees song Yicheng. She suddenly stands up and questions song Yicheng with red eyes.
While questioning, he pounced on Song Yicheng with both hands, and kept complaining. It seemed that song Yicheng had killed his father.
And song Yicheng, who is in grief, is standing in the same place and letting his mother fight with him. He doesn't evade or resist at all.
"Auntie, please calm down. My uncle died. Yicheng is as sad as you. You..." Seeing that song's mother's hand was about to hit song Yicheng's face, Li Jingzhi couldn't see it any more.
Out of the tone in his heart, Li Jingzhi first pulls song Yicheng back, then holds his mother's arm to persuade him.
But before she finished her words, song's mother didn't know where she could get the strength to push her to the ground, and at the same time, she pointed at her nose and swore.
"Who are you? I taught my son to care about you. His father died. Can't I complain a little? And why are you a woman here with him? Do you want to see my joke? His father is still looking forward to his son until he closes his eyes
While abusing, song's mother gave a cool look in her eyes, and song continued to shout: "how can he be so cruel as a son? Let old song close his eyes with regret
Song's mother constantly accuses him. It seems that song Yicheng is not her son, but a vicious person. She scolds him and stares at him with angry eyes.
"Ten percent, are you ok?" Li Jingzhi sees that the current situation can not be eased, and he is afraid that song Yicheng will be more sad in his mother's words.
Li Jingzhi can only step forward and hold song Yicheng's arm. He wants to ask about song Yicheng's current situation. He can see that song Yicheng looks up at her without focusing.
Li Jingzhi's heart is still a hard touch, as if the needle general uncomfortable.
"How can I have such a miserable life? We old song are also pitiful for giving birth to such a heartless son." Song's mother is still crying and cursing over there, cursing at her as if she was too sad and fell down, and the people around her helped her.People around the funeral listen to song's mother's accusation, and their eyes are fixed on Song Yicheng. It seems that they did not expect that he was such a cold-blooded person.
"Oh, I thought song Yicheng was a good man before, but I never thought he would treat his father like this. It's true that people can't judge their appearance."
Many of the onlookers had friendship with the Song family before. Now, seeing that song's mother accused song Yicheng face-to-face, of course, they felt that this was not a lie, so they spoke to song's mother.
Some people who like to talk about eight trigrams are also pointing at Song Yicheng. The voice is not big or small, and it spreads to Li Jingzhi's ears.
"Well, this man really can't look at the surface. You said that the old man of Song Dynasty was not old, and he was in good health before. Why did he go in such a short time? Was he really angry with his own son?"
Other people who are afraid that things are not chaotic enough also add fuel to the fire there. They even suspect that song Yicheng has killed people.
Of course, song's mother also heard the bustling voices around her. When she heard someone questioning the death of song, she immediately got up from the ground.