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

Mrs. Ling listened to the people around her complaining about her. She lay on Hu Lan's shoulder, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes inadvertently.

Although Mu Jingchen was hypnotized, he thought he was Ling Mohan in his heart.

But all along, his attitude towards her has been very cold, and the two of them are still strangers.

Now that so many people speak for her, she thought, even if he is a log, he should be a little moved.

Seeing that Ling Bin was still scolding Ling Mohan, Mrs. Ling quickly raised her head from Hu Lan's shoulder, and walked over to stop Ling Bin.

"Brother, don't blame Mo Han. His father passed away, and Mo Han is no less sad than me."

Seeing that Ling Mohan still didn't respond, Ling Bin even ignored him, while Mrs. Ling was still speaking for him.

Ling Bin shook his head and said, "Wan Qing, you are too spoiled with the child, if this continues, he will ride on your mother's head in the future!"

Before Mrs. Ling could say anything, Ling Mohan stared at Ling Wenhua's posthumous photo, and asked coldly, "Have you said enough?"

Just as Ling Bin was about to speak, Ling Mohan looked sideways at him, with a reminder in his tone: "This is not a place for gossiping, please respect the dead."

Although Ling Bin was Ling Mohan's uncle, from the time Ling Mohan was born until now, he had never met Ling Mohan at all.

She never thought that Ling Mohan would be so disrespectful to him.

With so many people watching, he couldn't get down at all.

Ling Bin is also a face-saving person, and he immediately said angrily: "Ling Mohan! I'm your uncle, why are you talking to me!"

In an instant, Ben's dignified farewell hall was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Seeing his unrelenting appearance, Ling Mohan's eyes immediately turned cold.

He turned to several bodyguards in black standing around the funeral home, and said, "Please get the troublemakers out, I don't want to disturb my father."

The bodyguard nodded immediately, walked up to Ling Bin, and said, "Mister, please come out with us."

Ling Bin was very surprised, he didn't expect that Ling Mohan was so ruthless that he wanted to drive him out of his brother's funeral in public!

Mrs. Ling was even more surprised. Only then did she realize that there were many bodyguards in black uniforms standing around the farewell hall.

Moreover, these people are not hers, and she has never arranged...

"Ling Mohan, how dare you treat me like this, I'm your father's brother, you... um..."

Before he finished speaking, the bodyguard picked up a towel and stuffed it into his mouth, dragging him out of the farewell hall.

Seeing that Ling Mohan was going too far, other relatives of the Ling family stood up one after another, ready to accuse Ling Mohan.

Ling Mohan stared down at everyone in the farewell hall with his cold eyes, and said coldly: "Today everyone came to mourn my father, I am very grateful.

But if you want to make trouble here and gossip, no matter who it is, I, Ling Mohan, will not be polite. "

After Ling Mohan finished speaking, his eyes fixed on Mrs. Ling.

That Ling Bin was suddenly looking for trouble just now, and he could guess that Mrs. Ling probably instigated it.

It's nothing more than acting to show him and everyone else how great she is, Mrs. Ling. Even though her husband is dead and her son is unfilial, she still has no complaints or regrets.

At this moment, Mrs. Ling was also looking at him in surprise.

She always felt that Ling Mohan was so weird today that she had arranged for his own people in the funeral home, and she didn't even know about it!

As soon as Ling Mohan's words came out, those relatives didn't dare to be the first bird.

After all, it would be too ugly to be thrown out like Ling Bin in a while.

Coupled with the influence of the Ling family, they will have to curry favor with Ling Mohan in the future, so naturally they dare not tear themselves apart with him.

Mrs. Ling saw that the atmosphere in the farewell hall was too weird, so she hurriedly smoothed things over: "Okay, everyone, stop watching, everyone is here to see Wenhua, so don't make trouble."

Mrs. Ling spoke, and those who watched the theater looked away one after another, and continued to mourn Master Ling.

Seeing that the farewell hall was back to normal, Mrs. Ling walked through the crowd while wiping away tears, and walked to the entrance of the farewell hall.

Mo Xiao at the door saw Mrs. Ling coming out suddenly, and immediately went up to meet her and asked, "Madam, why did you come out?"

Mrs. Ling put away the sadness on her face, glanced at the mourners passing by the door, and pulled Mo Xiao aside.

"What's going on? Why is there someone from Mo Han in the farewell hall?"

"Ma'am, this is a temporary request from the young master, saying that there are too many people who came to mourn the master today, and security measures must be taken.

You had already entered at that time, and I had no time to tell you, and I had no reason to refuse. "

Mrs. Ling's face darkened: "Something's wrong, Mo Xiao, you go and watch at the door of the funeral home to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Yes ma'am, I'll go right away."

Mrs. Ling watched Mo Xiao walking towards the door of the funeral parlor, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

But when she looked back, Ling Wenhua was lying in the coffin, Bai Liyue and Wei Xuan, who could pose a threat to her, were also dead, so she had nothing to worry about.

Ling Mohan arranged bodyguards in the farewell hall, just because he was afraid that there would be troubles caused by too many people, which seemed to make sense.

Mrs. Ling rearranged her emotions and walked in sobbing.

...

The door of the funeral home.

Dongfang Han walked inside with a woman.

Seeing that woman's face was very strange, Mo Xiao hurriedly stopped her.

"Master Dongfang, who is this?"

Mrs. Ling was vigilant, and she had already ordered that people who were not familiar with the Ling family or who did not know them were not allowed to enter the funeral parlor.

Mo Xiao is familiar with the Ling family, or those powerful people in Jiangcheng.

That's why she let Mo Xiao personally guard the door.

Seeing Mo Xiao stop him, Dongfang Han stretched out his hand to hold the palm of the woman behind him, and introduced: "This is my girlfriend, come with me to mourn Master Ling."

Even if he was a member of the Dongfang family, Mo Xiao still said mercilessly: "I'm sorry, Young Master Dongfang, our wife told me that our master didn't like strangers when he was alive.

So, your girlfriend, I am afraid that I will be wronged, and I will wait for you at the door. "

Mo Xiao has been with Mrs. Ling in Jiangcheng, and has stayed in Jiangcheng for many years. Of course, she has heard a thing or two about Dongfang's family.

But she had never heard of Dongfang Han having a girlfriend.

At this moment, Mo Xiao's eyes were fixed on the woman behind Dongfang Han, with obvious vigilance in his eyes.

The woman was calm. She took Dongfang Han's arm and said softly, "It's okay. Since it's inconvenient, I won't go in. I'll wait for you at the door."

This woman was so gentle and considerate, but it attracted the dissatisfaction of the nobles beside her who also went to the funeral home to mourn Master Ling.

"The Ling family didn't even give the Dongfang family face. Dongfang Han's girlfriend went to mourn Master Ling, but was actually stopped."

"That's right, the Dongfang family is the number one nobleman in Jiangcheng, and the Ling family has elevated their status too much."

The nobles passing by who were going to offer condolences shook their heads, thinking that what the Ling family did was inappropriate.

How can anyone go to express condolences and be stopped?

But Mo Xiao completely ignored the people around her and had a tough attitude.

Dongfang Han and the woman beside him exchanged glances, and just as he was about to speak, Ling Mohan walked out of the funeral parlor and looked straight at the two people who were arm in arm at the door.

"It's a great honor for my Ling family to be able to mourn my father, Young Master Dongfang. Who allows you to stop him?"