Your Excellency, I love you!

The only doubt is that she might say something to Ding Fanying during the nearly 1 minute of hugging—but there is no evidence, and no one can prove it. As long as Sheng Miao strongly denies it, everything will be wronged.

Luo Qiangwei did not speak, and looked at the portrait in the center of the mourning hall through the flames of the paper money.

"Aunt Ding was beaten to death by the famine year. I'm really sad." Sheng Miao just looked at her like this, with a bright smile, "Are you sad, Sheng Tang? Oh, I almost forgot, after all, both parents I don't want you anymore, you were brought up by Aunt Ding, you should be very sad."

"Do you know? Dad has always been very kind to me and never hit me. I said I like Mo Shiche, so he saved him and put him by my side. But why does Dad hate you so much? He seems to want to kill you every time." And you."

"Sheng Tang, speaking of it, I'm really much happier than you. I have a father, a famine year, time Che, brother Bu, and many people who love me. Really, you are not as good as me."

"Is that so?" Luo Qiangwei held her lips expressionlessly, "Since you are happy, let's take care of it. After all, you tricked me into this."

She looked at her sideways, with a cold glow in her eyes, "Don't think that one day, everything will be completely broken, and you will be dripping with blood—or you won't even be able to bleed out."

…………

Mo Shiche woke up after taking a nap for more than an hour, and quickly went downstairs. When he saw the woman kneeling there, his heart sank instantly.

But Jun's face was still tense, and he walked in quickly with slender legs, leaned over and held her shoulder, "The doctor said you can't kneel anymore, don't make fun of your body with the child, get up, huh?"

"But I'm sorry for my mother if I don't kneel." Luo Qiangwei didn't move, her slender back was straight, "I killed her, and I didn't even kneel enough to watch the night after she died, so my daughter might as well die."

Mo Shiche's movements were slightly stiff, and he went around and hugged her from behind with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Luo Qiangwei, I told you, it wasn't your fault, I fired the gun, and I am the one who wants to atone, and it has nothing to do with you."

If Ding Fanying hadn't strangled her neck at that time, the situation was too urgent and too dangerous, he was frightened, and he didn't dare to bet her life.

In addition, Ding Fanying's gun was aimed at Sheng Miao, so he didn't have even a second to think about it.

Can only shoot.

"It was you who fired the gun," she said wanton sarcasm on the corner of her lips, cold and cold, "Yes, I am still pregnant with your child, so I may not even have the qualifications to kneel, I am afraid that my mother's reincarnation will be dirty road."

The man was stiff, but still maintained the posture of holding her, and after a while he said slowly, "I know you are very sad and uncomfortable, it's my fault, you can punish me whatever you want except leave me," he folded his arms Tight, "Don't punish yourself, don't hurt yourself."

Luo Qiangwei closed her eyes, and it took a long time before she said coldly, "I think my mother's funeral will be held here. The cemetery is in the western suburbs, and my father's tomb is also there."

He quickly responded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Luo Qiangwei continued, "I must go on the day of the burial. You can follow if you want, but you must not bring any bodyguards with you. You can only be alone. My mother was watched by your bodyguards all day long. She still does."

"In addition, I want to see Lian Su. He has a very good relationship with my mother. I want him to arrange the cemetery."

Mo Shiche was displeased for a few seconds, but he still complied, "Okay."

Luo Qiangwei didn't speak any more, and looked at the portrait with painful and deep eyes.

Mom, please bless me to leave smoothly...