Jiaojiao's mourning hall has been decorated, but her mourning hall is different from others. The interior of the mourning hall is not the usual white, but pink.

I heard from them that this was Jiaojiao's favorite color when she was alive.

When Pei Yao pushed her out, the four women who came cried even harder. Standing among them was an older-looking person. She was supported by two people next to her. When Jiaojiao came out,

, took two steps forward.

She had seen her from a distance before when she was at D.G. It seemed that she should be a delicate elder.

"Have you brought Jiaojiao's clothes?"

"I brought it here. This was her favorite dress when she was alive."

The person on the far left handed over the bag in his hand, and Pei Yao finally put it in her hand.

"It begins now."

She spoke softly, and then she started to move.

Pei Yao's movements were not fast, but every time she moved, people could feel her respect for the deceased.

In the office, Rong Li was standing in front of the window, looking at the mourning hall where Pei Yao was.

He could clearly see her every movement and even her expression. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the feeling of fear. He even felt that Pei Yao was somewhat sacred now.

Just as he was looking at it, the door to the office suddenly opened. Rong Li looked back and saw a somewhat familiar man walking in.

Rong Li had an impression of him as the man who liked Pei Yao.

Seeing him, Zhao Xing's face looked a little ugly.

"You are not a staff member, why are you in the office?"

"I'm accompanying Pei Yao to work. Is there any problem?"

Rong Li found an unoccupied table and sat down. He crossed his legs and did not restrain his movements at all.

Zhao Xing's face became even more ugly.

"Non-staff members are not allowed to enter. Didn't you see the sign on the door?"

"My Yaoyao has just been discharged from the hospital and her health is not very good. I have to be by her side to take care of her. What's more, the curator has already agreed. Who are you? What does it have to do with you?"

His tone made Zhao Xing feel very unhappy. Just as he was about to say something, Xiao Yuan walked in from outside.

"Eh? Brother Zhao, don't you have any classes at school today? Why do you have time to come to the funeral parlor?"

Hearing this, Rong Li raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't he an employee of your funeral home?"

"No, Brother Zhao is the son of the curator." After saying that, Xiao Yuan looked at Zhao Xing again.

"The curator went to the city for a meeting today and hasn't come yet. Why don't you, Brother Zhao, wait here?"

"No, I'll give Pei Yao something and leave."

After hearing this, Rong Li noticed that he was carrying two boxes of supplements in his hand and suddenly smiled.

"Just give it to me. I'll give it to Yaoyao later."

One is called Pei Yao and the other is Yao Yao. It is clear whether they are close or distant from each other. Zhao Xing's face becomes increasingly ugly, while Rong Li always has a smile on his lips.

Only then did Xiao Yuan realize how outrageous the atmosphere in this office was. After taking his things, he quietly walked out.

Not far away, in the mourning hall, Pei Yao also finished putting on makeup for Jiaojiao. She straightened up and gave up her position.

The four women behind him took a few steps forward, and their cries became louder and louder. Pei Yao stood aside and bowed to the portrait, then turned and walked out.

When I returned to the office, I saw Rong Li and Zhao Xing sitting opposite each other, but their eyes were always on each other, and neither of them moved away.

When they saw her coming in, they both stood up at the same time.

But Rong Li was one step ahead of Zhao Xing. He walked up to Pei Yao with a pair of slender legs, took her hand and held it tightly, without giving her a chance to pull away.

"Are you tired? Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a headache? Look at my poor little boy, his face has turned pale after just working for such a short time."

Pei Yao turned her back to Zhao Xing and looked at him with shock and disgust, but Rong Li squeezed her hand.

"I'm fine, I'm not tired."

After answering with him, Pei Yao looked at the person behind him.

"Why are you here? The curator hasn't come yet today."

"I'm not here to see my dad, I'm here to find you." Zhao Xing lifted the things in his hands and said, "I bought you some supplements."

Pei Yao didn't want to take it at first. She instinctively didn't want to have too much contact with Zhao Xing, but a hand beside her already took it for her.

"I told you just now to just give it to me. Look, why don't I take it now? Our graceful hands are so precious, I'm not willing to let her carry anything heavy, right?"

Rong Li's tone made Pei Yao's skin crawl. She frowned subconsciously, but Rong Li suddenly turned her around.

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache? I'll take you outside to get some fresh air. Don't stay in the room all the time."

As he led Pei Yao out, he did not forget to look back at Zhao Xing.

"My husband and I are leaving first, you can do it yourself."

After the words fell, the two of them walked out of the office without looking back. The moment the door closed, they suddenly separated.

Rong Li frowned as he looked at the hand he had just held in Pei Yao's hand. If he hadn't been afraid that people in the office behind him would hear it, he would have screamed long ago.

"Did you just touch the body? Did you wash your hands? Are you doing it cleanly? Will you bring bad luck to me? Where is the bathroom? I have to wash my hands!"

Pei Yao looked at him helplessly. She would explain before, but now she doesn't want to say a word.

She led Rong Li to the bathroom. After Rong Li entered, she waited outside. But after standing there for a while, she saw a young-looking girl standing there at the door, a little timid.

Shrunk.

Pei Yao didn't move, just focused on her.

The girl walked in, looked around, and then walked towards Jiaojiao's mourning hall.

But she didn't go in, she just stood at the door.

Her eyes were always on the girl. That face seemed familiar to her. Pei Yao searched for information about this face in her mind. Just when she thought of something, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Is the hand sanitizer here available for disinfection?"

Hearing this, Pei Yao turned around and looked at him, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm worried about corpse poison."

"You can either go back to school for another two years."

“Isn’t this how it is played in novels and TV series?”

After saying that, Rong Li noticed that Pei Yao ignored her and kept looking forward, so he followed her gaze.

The moment he saw the girl, he was a little stunned.

"Eh? This person looks similar to Jiaojiao."

Hearing this, Pei Yao suddenly thought of something.
Chapter completed!