Soon she arrived at the cemetery. The heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the cemetery made Xiaoyou almost breathless. From a distance, she saw white Mohan in a black suit standing there in silence.

Just one night, the man seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes at once, with blue stubble on his determined chin and blood in his eyes.

"Here you are?" When he saw them, Bai Mohan didn't have much reaction. His tone was very low and hoarse, which made people worried.

Xiao you pursed his lips and looked at him without saying anything.

"Well, let's see Aunt Bai off." Luo yunzhan said softly.

White Mo Han nods: "come with me." With that, he turned around and walked in the direction of Lingtang.

"Come on, yo." Luo yunzhan takes Xiaoyou by the hand and follows him.

In the huge hall, there are wreaths. In the center, there is a glass coffin. Bai min lies in it. After making up, her delicate face looks as if Xiaoyou had seen her for the first time. However, she can't open her eyes any more.

Xiao you's heart is sour and his eyes are warm. In fact, to put it bluntly, she doesn't have much affection for Bai min, but this person is Bai Mohan's mother after all. In the past, she was so eager to get Bai min's approval. Although she had some unhappy memories later, she understood all of them after knowing the truth. Why is Bai min a tragic woman?

It's not easy. They finally say it, but Bai min chooses to leave.

Her tears, not only because of the departure of Bai min, but also because of the love for Bai Mo Han.

After worshiping Bai min, she went to Bai Mohan's side, her voice trembling with a trace: "I'm sorry, aunt Bai is in heaven, she will be fine."

"Thank you." Bai Mohan politely answered.

His face is indifferent, and his tone is full of alienated politeness. It seems that he is talking to an ordinary worshiper at this time, which makes Xiaoyou's heart very uncomfortable "Well, isn't that Ji Wenfan, the owner of the Ji family? Why is he here? I don't seem to have heard of it. What intersection does Bai and Ji have? " A low voice came from his side. Xiaoyou looked up and saw that a man in his forties was walking into the Lingtang. His appearance was similar to Ji Yuxiu's, but it gave people a different feeling. Ji Yuxiu gives people the feeling that he is steady and mature, and that he is a king Time has indeed precipitated a unique flavor on him, but it is a kind of feeling that time has smoothed the edges and corners, and made everyone indifferent. If his photos were not always on the media,

no one could believe that this seemingly ordinary person would be the owner of the Ji family.

"What are you doing here? You are not welcome here. Go out now White Mo Han's voice rang with endless anger.

The man's footstep pauses, but it just stops for a moment. Then he continues to walk towards the glass coffin, completely ignoring Bai Mohan's anger, and perfumes Bai min.

"Pa!" The incense in his hand was mercilessly knocked down on the ground by white Mohan. White Mohan was like an angry lion, staring at him: "I say again, you are not welcome here, get out!"

The man frowned, as if he was not happy, but considering the occasion, he didn't show it after all: "cold, I just want to condole my sister-in-law."

As soon as the word "sister-in-law" came out, many people in the hall were stunned.

All along, we all know that except for Bai Mohan, the other three shaos in Beicheng are all from the five families. Only he, without any background, started from scratch and worked hard to make a piece of sky by his own ability.

It is because of his ability that he has a special prestige in Si Shaoli. But no one thought that Bai Mohan had a relationship with Ji family.

"Cold is not what you can call. If you don't go, that's ok..." White Mo Han narrowed his eyes, and the breath of danger spread in an instant: "security, drive this man out for me!"

Ji Wenfan's face flashed a trace of anger, but soon disappeared: "Han, why do you have to be like this? For so many years, my Ji family has been trying to make up for the debt to your mother and son. We.... "

"I can't make it up." White Mo cold cold interrupted him: "before can't make up, now, my mother died, you more impossible to make up."

"Han, what happened in those years..."

"I don't want to mention that year. I hope Mr. Ji can remember one thing, that is My surname is Bai, and your surname is Ji. We don't have any relationship. I hope Mr. Ji can remember that. " "You, alas..." Ji Wenfan shook his head and sighed: "Han, I know you blame us, but blood relationship can't be ignored in any case. Today, even if you don't let me worship my sister-in-law, I've come to see her, and I'm satisfied with her last journey. I also know that you don't welcome me. I'm leaving now. " Then he turned and left.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was too oppressive, and now no one dares to breathe. No one thought that he would find such a relationship between Bai Mohan and the Ji family when he attended a funeral.Everyone was full of curiosity, but due to the dignity of Bai Mohan and the current situation, everyone put their doubts at the bottom of their hearts.

It began to rain outside, and the funeral was over. One by one, the people came out of the hall. In the end, only Xiaoyou, luoyunzhan and baimohan were left.

Luo yunzhan seems to have guessed her mind, leaned over her ear and whispered: "I'll wait for you outside."

"Well." Xiao you nodded and looked up at the man not far away.

Bai Mohan is standing at the door. The rain curtain outside is woven into a dense net behind him. Even against the light, Xiao you knows that he is also looking at himself.

Some things should be finished. Xiao you's nose is sour and his tears almost fall down, but he still presses down his heart and walks towards him.

"Don't be too sad. Pay attention to your health." Standing beside him, Xiaoyou slowly opens her mouth. Pink lips tremble slightly. She doesn't know how to open her mouth, but she has to.

"Well." Bai Mohan looked at her, and the struggle in his eyes almost overflowed. He moved his throat, and his big hand became a fist: "Xiaoyou, I..." "White Mohan, let's divorce." She jerked her head up and stopped what he was going to say.