The president's wife with one child and five treasures is the favorite of the group

"Ah."

Ling Mohan was still very indifferent, without the slightest warmth in his brows.

Mrs. Ling knew his temperament, so she didn't say much, and directly ordered Mo Xiao who was behind her: "Go down and prepare the car. After breakfast, go to the funeral parlor."

"Okay, ma'am."

Mo Xiao nodded, and left the restaurant to prepare the car.

Only Mrs. Ling and Ling Mohan were left in the restaurant. Mrs. Ling glanced at Ling Mohan from time to time, observing his expression.

As for Ling Mohan, he ate breakfast in silence the whole time without saying a word.

Only then did Mrs. Ling really feel relieved.

During these days, she kept Yu Jie watching Ling Mohan's whereabouts all the time.

Since Ling Wenhua's death, Ling Mohan has never mentioned Bai Liyue again, and he has already decided in his heart that she is the murderer of his father and enemy.

Bai Liyue seemed to be completely forgotten by him.

Mrs. Ling withdrew her gaze, then scooped up the porridge in front of her, and ate it slowly.

After breakfast, members of the Ling family rushed to the funeral home.

...

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

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

River City Funeral Home.

Farewell hall door.

Before eight o'clock in the morning, the people who came to express their condolences almost broke through the threshold.

Looking around, everyone was wearing oppressive black and white clothes, their faces were very serious, and they even sighed and shook their heads.

"Master Ling's life was really miserable in this life, and he ended up being poisoned by someone, hey..."

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

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

Those who could come to Ling Wenhua's funeral were all people with extraordinary status in Jiangcheng. Mo Xiao stood at the door and respectfully invited these people to enter the farewell hall.

Not long after, Luo Yuyao followed her parents to the farewell hall.

Seeing this, Mo Xiao hurried up to meet her.

"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 inside, and when people kept laying flowers and bowing in front of Ling Wenhua's coffin, she sighed: "A few days ago, brother Wenhua still had a good time. Yes, it's only been a few days, how could such a thing happen, hey..."

Seeing her mother was sad, Luo Yuyao comforted her: "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 such good friends before, why this happened is really unpredictable, let's go, go in and have a look at Wenhua."

"Master Luo, please."

Mo Xiao made a gesture of invitation.

Afterwards, the Luo family entered the farewell hall.

In the farewell hall of the funeral parlor, white and yellow chrysanthemums were placed all around, and in the front was Ling Wenhua's posthumous photo.

In front of the posthumous photo was a black, uncovered coffin.

Ling Wenhua's body was lying inside well so that everyone could offer their condolences and see him for the last time.

Around the coffin there were wreaths and white flowers from those who came to pay their respects.

The area of ​​the farewell hall is very large, and in less than half an hour, hundreds of people came to express their condolences.

The entire farewell hall looked bustling, but not noisy.

Everyone was wearing black attire, and the expressions on their faces were either dignified or sad, and some relatives of the Ling family even secretly wiped their tears.

The atmosphere in the entire 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 little messy, and there was no trace of blood on her face without makeup.

As soon as he stepped into the farewell hall, he almost fainted from crying.

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

Even so, she was still crying: "Wenhua, you are so cruel! You just left, what will our mother and father do in the future..."

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

Those who were mourning in the farewell hall turned their heads one after another.

Seeing Mrs. Ling fell to the ground, crying until her voice became hoarse, all the people present expressed sympathy.

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

For so many years, Mrs. Ling has managed the Ling family by herself, and brought up Ling Mohan by herself. Thinking about it, it is very difficult.

Now that Master Ling passed away suddenly, it was hard for everyone to imagine how much pain she would feel in her heart.

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

"Wanqing, my condolences."

"Yes, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you must take care of your body."

Hu Lan also stepped forward quickly, handed over two tissues, and persuaded: "Wan Qing, you want to open it, otherwise, Brother Wenhua will be sad seeing you down there."

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Ling reached out to take it.

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

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

Mrs. Ling covered her face and burst into tears without any image.

The condolencers in the farewell hall saw it and were deeply saddened.

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

It is conceivable how deep the relationship between the two is.

At this time, some people complained in their hearts that God was unfair, and he was so cruel to Mrs. Ling.

Many relatives and friends rushed forward to comfort her.

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

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

When he saw everyone surrounding Mrs. Ling to comfort him, he glanced at his sword eyebrows, walked directly past Mrs. Ling, and walked to 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 really abnormal.

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

He went directly to Ling Mohan, and reproached him in a low voice: "Mohan, didn't you see your mother was crying and nearly passed out? Why don't you go and comfort me?"

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

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

After only one glance, he withdrew his eyes and replied to Ling Bin without warmth: "What's the use of comforting, can it 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 small voices pointing at Ling Mohan.

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

"Yeah, it's really not filial at all."

"What's the use of being powerful in the business world? You're simply a cold-blooded animal!"