unscrupulous pregnant woman

Three days later, the funeral of the little monkey was held, and Han Yang did not show any sadness from the beginning to the end.

He calmly prepared for the funeral, because he had been alone in a foreign land for so many years, there were no shadows of Han Yang's relatives at the funeral, and only Fu Yue, Qi Hailong, Shen Zhishu and Zheng Yi were present.

In the face of everyone's cold and warm questions, Han Yang just nodded politely and politely, only the eyes that were usually radiant, now looked like the night sky after fireworks, lonely and desolate.

Cheng Yuan has always been by Han Yang's side, and he deeply understands what kind of storm he is going through behind his self-confident and calm appearance.

But at this moment, apart from being with him, he has nothing to do for Han Yang. He can only watch him step by step towards the abyss of darkness, and there is nothing he can do.

The little monkey was lying in the crystal coffin, looking peaceful and serene. It didn't look like it had lost its life at all. Instead, it seemed like it had fallen into a deep sleep. It seemed that it could open its eyes and call daddy sweetly in the next second.

The mourning sounded, and the crystal coffin was carried through the crowd on both sides, and finally stopped in front of the hearse. Han Yang stood beside him, looking coldly at the villain in the crystal coffin, without turning his eyes away, without saying a word.

Cheng Yuan walked over and grabbed Han Yang's wrist, covered his eyes, and ordered someone to push the crystal coffin into the car.

Along with the movement, the crystal coffin rubbed against the car, making a small sound.

Han Yang suddenly seemed to have been fatally hit by someone, and immediately pushed Cheng Yuan away, jumped to the front of the car in two steps, pushed open the lid of the crystal coffin desperately, and hugged the little monkey tightly.

Finally, a sharp roar cut through the originally peaceful funeral.

"Han Yang!" Cheng Yuan rushed over, hugged Han Yang tightly in his arms, and comforted him repeatedly: "Let the little monkey go without any worries, okay?"

Han Yang pushed him away with all his strength, put his face on the little monkey's cold face, and said to himself: "He is not dead at all, you are all mistaken, he just fell asleep. I told him that night I haven't finished my story yet, and the little monkey still has to go to the amusement park and eat KFC. How could he die? You guys are stupid."

Cheng Yuan got up, and tightly wrapped Han Yang and the little monkey in his arms with both hands. His eyes were red, and every word of Han Yang seemed to hurt his heart.

"The little monkey is not dead, let him go first, you see... he can't even breathe."

Han Yang half-believingly let go of the little monkey, and looked down at the pale little face. His usually dark and clever eyes were tightly closed at this moment, and the little golden curly hair lost its charm.

He didn't say a word, Douda's tears fell on the little monkey's face.

Cheng Yuan gritted his teeth and winked at the bodyguard, and several burly men immediately stepped forward and forcibly snatched the little monkey from Han Yang's arms.

Han Yang was so dumbstruck that he rushed forward to snatch him like a madman. Cheng Yuan hugged him tightly from behind, and finally Han Yang's strong fists hit him.

"Let me go! Don't take my son away! Don't take my son away!" Han Yang held the hearse tightly with his hands, and looked at the little monkey inside, his eyes were bloodshot and his facial features were ferocious.

In the end, after exhausting all his strength, he had no choice but to kneel down in front of Cheng Yuan with a plop, clutching Cheng Yuan's suit pants with both hands, begging bitterly:

"Please, give me back my son. I only have him, I have only him! How can I live without the little monkey! Please, give me back my little monkey!"

Cheng Yuan knelt down and held Han Yang tightly in his arms. He tried his best to get close to him so that Han Yang could rely on him and melt into his flesh and blood.

He held Han Yang's face and said word by word: "You still have me, I swear I will never leave you. Let's give birth to a little monkey again, shall we? Han Yang, Han Yang, look up at me."

Han Yang stared blankly at Cheng Yuan for a long time, and slowly changed from weeping to howling, until he was out of breath, blushed and fainted.

It was already two days after Han Yang woke up, the little monkey's funeral ended hastily in his emotional breakdown, and Han Yang failed to stop the god of death from taking his son away in the end.

Everyone thought that Han Yang would go through a painful struggle, and they even prepared how to accompany him to save him.

Unexpectedly, Han Yang seemed to have forgotten the existence of the little monkey. He should eat and drink, and even played cards with Qi Hailong when he had nothing to do, and teased Cheng Yuan from time to time.

Zheng Yi and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but Cheng Yuan was still frowning. His heart was in a state of panic. The more Han Yang pretended to be nonchalant, the deeper his obsession, and the more uncontrollable he would be if he broke out in the future .

Sure enough, after living harmoniously for a while, Han Yang suddenly disappeared without leaving a word.

It's like...he's never been in this world.