private marriage

On the day of Yuan Ying's cremation, she did not notify her relatives in her hometown. Since Ling Nuanqing's father passed away, she has almost cut off contact with everyone there.

Everyone knows that she is going crazy looking for her daughter. This is a bottomless pit, and no amount of money can fill it.

No one wanted to be associated with such a relative, and Yuan Ying herself was stubborn. Except for the money from selling the house, she searched for part-time jobs all the way, and never asked anyone to borrow money.

It's just God's will, she didn't even enjoy a day of blessing, so she just left.

Ling Nuanqing knelt in the mourning hall, except for waiting for cremation, no one came to offer condolences.

Ling Shaocheng stood beside her, and walked over several times to try to pull her, but Ling Nuanqing just didn't move.

"Nuan Nuan, good boy, get up first."

Kneeling like this, the knees can't bear it.

She didn't talk to him, as if there was no such person around her, and Ling Shaocheng had nothing to do with her.

The assistant hurried in from outside, walked to Ling Shaocheng's side, and whispered something in his ear.

Ling Shaocheng frowned, got up and walked outside, and only said when he reached the door, "What trick is she trying to do?"

"It's just that people sent wreaths over, and those people insisted on sending them in."

"Boom them all out."

The assistant looked at the kneeling figure, "It's a stalemate outside. Those people said that the young mistress asked him to send it, and he must be sent to the mourning hall."

"The cat cries and the mouse pretends to be merciful. I don't need her to come here to pretend to be a good person."

Having said that, the matter still needs to be resolved. Some media have already picked up on Yuan Ying's matter. If something happens at the door of the funeral parlor, it may not end well.

"Walk."

The assistant withdrew his gaze, followed Ling Shaocheng and strode out.

Ling Nuanqing looked at the portraits in her hand one by one. There were very few photos of her and Yuan Ying, all of which were taken with her mobile phone after they met each other.

She lit the lighter and threw the burning paper into the brazier. She saw the flames engulfed her mother's face, and soon burned her eyebrows and hair.

The hopeless sadness came over so fiercely that Ling Nuanqing didn't even know how she survived it.

boom--

The brazier in front of him was kicked over, and the pieces of paper flew out and landed in Ling Nuanqing's hands, almost scalding her hands.

A pair of woman's legs stood beside Ling Nuanqing, and the heels of the red high-heeled shoes on her feet were still inlaid with diamonds. Ling Nuanqing just glanced, and knew who it was without looking up.

"Ling Nuanqing, you should now believe that there is retribution in this world, right?"

Ling Nuanqing straightened the brazier, the ground was in a mess, and the tin foil dust was scattered all over the ground.

"How did you get in?"

Ni Lei didn't move forward, she felt unlucky after all, and she didn't have the guts to say, "I asked someone to bring a wreath over, it's my kindness."

"You go out."

Ni Lei only felt the wind blowing, and she even regretted coming, "I thought you would cry to death, after all, you have been separated for more than ten years, do you have no feelings?"

"Actually, you should think about it from another angle. Your mother is relieved like this, or how uncomfortable it is to see you degenerate like this?"

Ling Nuanqing clenched the drawing paper in her hand. This was the scar in her heart. Let alone being uncovered, she closed her eyes gently in front of her dead mother, trying to let Yuan Ying go away. clean.

"It is said that it was an accident? Do you think it is possible? She thought of your scandal when she was working, so she lost her footing and fell down?"

Ling Nuanqing picked up the lighter beside her and wanted to continue lighting it, but Ni Lei kicked her wrist.

The pointed heel was like an awl, kicking at Ling Nuanqing's hand bone, the bone felt instantly torn.

"What kind of filial daughter are you pretending to be here? If I were you, I would crash my head and die here. Aren't you afraid that your mother will be lonely on Huangquan Road?"

Ling Nuanqing barely stood up, her knees were numb, and her legs were shaking standing there, Ni Lei was not afraid that she would make a sudden move.Looking at Ling Nuanqing's appearance, it seems that a gust of wind can blow her down. She is absolutely weak now.

Ling Nuanqing walked to the side, Ni Lei knew that her words were harsh and harsh, she wanted to run away.

She followed closely and saw Ling Nuanqing walking to a door next to her, "Ling Nuanqing, I'm talking to you, can't you understand human speech?"

Ling Nuanqing opened the door and walked in. It was like a simple rest room, very small, with only a few chairs in it, just to relieve the overwhelmed relatives.

"Your mother..."

While Ni Lei was still talking, she suddenly saw Ling Nuanqing turn around, wrapping her palm around the back of Ni Lei's neck, pushing her forward forcefully.

The clacking sound of high-heeled shoes seemed to be very embarrassing, and Ni Lei lost her balance and bumped into one of the chairs.

She jumped out and slammed into the wall again, only to hear the sound of the door closing in her ears, Ling Nuanqing had already returned to the mourning hall, and locked the door with the key inserted in the lock.

Ni Lei got up quickly, she ran to the door and kicked the door panel, "Let me out!"

After all, this is a funeral home, no matter how high-end it is, it is a place for the dead. She looked around, and there were some weird paintings on the walls, especially the bursts of mourning echoed in this small room.Ni Lei suddenly felt overwhelmed, "Let me out!"

Ling Nuanqing stood there like a puppet, staring at the door panel, raised her hand and pressed against the wall.

"what--"

The lights inside were turned off, and she couldn't see her fingers. Ni Lei became even more frightened, "Ling Nuanqing, let me out."

She returned to the previous place and knelt, took the drawing paper and the lighter in her hands, and when Ling Shaocheng returned to the mourning hall, she heard voices from the rest room.

"Help!" Ni Lei was really scared, she always felt like someone was standing behind her, she kept stomping on the spot. "Do you hear me, let me out!"

Ling Shaocheng looked over and immediately understood that the people who sent the wreaths were just a cover.

The assistant followed behind, and as soon as he reached the door, he heard a shrill voice calling for help.

He walked over to check, but Ling Shaocheng stopped him. "what you do?"

Ni Lei pricked up her ears, listening to the familiar voice, she slapped the door panel violently with both hands. "Shao Cheng, let me out, Shao Cheng!"

The assistant pointed to the door, and Ling Shaocheng knelt down to look at the mess on the ground. It was obvious that Ni Lei had just shown his prestige here.

"Did you hear anything?" Ling Shaocheng raised his head and asked the assistant.

Ni Lei's yell might have lifted the ceiling, and the assistant rolled his throat, "I didn't hear it."

Ling Shaocheng lowered his gaze, "I didn't hear that either."

Ni Lei took out her mobile phone to find someone, but when the screen lighted up, the room looked even more terrifying.

Her face was rendered pale, and Ni Lei quickly put the phone back. "Shao Cheng, save me!"

Ling Shaocheng turned a deaf ear, as if there was no fourth person in the mourning hall.