Chapter 2203 Are you going to marry Aunt Sun?

“…”

Mr. Chen couldn't hold on to his face. He leaned on a crutch hard towards the lawn, "I have always felt very painful for my granddaughter, don't bully her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen An's photo above the tombstone shook twice, and suddenly it fell down!

Bang--

The glass cracked brittle from it, and the residue splashed on the wreath beside it.

Mo Beiyan sneered, "See you, and you talk with your eyes open, Brother An can't even watch it."

Mr. Chen looked ugly, and he waved his hand to the waiter, "Go clean up and hang up the photos again."

"No need to hang up."

Mo Nanjue, who was always standing still, suddenly spoke out. The man handed his son to Tong Ran's arms, bent down and picked up the photo frame. A cold sarcasm was filled with between his delicate eyebrows, "You were not going to hold a funeral for him today, but to use this opportunity to announce the marriage. If you don't feel disgusted, I feel disgusted for him."

Mr. Chen grabbed the crutch tightly, "My grandson, why don't I want to hold a funeral?"

"The funeral can be held at any time. Why do you have to wait until the end of Mo Zhenglong's mourning period? I think you know better than anyone else." Mo Nanjue sneered. He took out the photo from the frame, swept off the broken glass residue, and walked outside.

As soon as the man turned around, Tong Ran hugged Mo Yaochen and followed him.

Mo Beiyan also raised his legs and walked out. He shrugged, "Your grandson is standing on our side. I think you are a very failed grandpa."

“…”

Lin Meijie hurriedly apologized, she didn't want to offend the Chen family, "Old man, don't care, these two children have liked to choke since childhood..."

Old Master Chen squinted his turbid eyes, staring at Mo Nanjue's back as he walked away, and it was rare that he didn't say anything else.

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Originally, Mo Nanjue booked a 47th-floor unique view room at a high-end Western restaurant in the city center tonight, but no one was in the mood after the funeral.

The black car with gold paint directly entered Zhongjing Haoting.

The man in black stepped forward and opened the door. Mo Beiyan walked in from the entrance with great momentum, and didn't even change his shoes. He raised his hand and threw out the car key in his hand heavily, "Damn it!"

Bang!

The key knocked down on the coffee table and rolled directly into the bottom of the sofa.

The man in black hurriedly squatted down to pick it up...

Mo Beiyan's face darkened, he grabbed his collar and picked him up, "Who is sure you picked it up? Do you want to eat it?"

"I..." The man in black opened his mouth innocently and hurriedly looked at the man beside him, "Young master, I, I don't..."

Mo Nanjue walked to the sofa and lightly put the photo in his hand on the coffee table, "Eat if you want."

Man in black: "…"

"Did you hear it?"

Mo Beiyan shook his hand and the man in black was thrown out directly. His body thumped onto the TV cabinet with a bang. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he hurriedly stood up and slipped out.

It's too dangerous here...

Maybe it's just a good thing to beat it to death as a meat shield.

Tong Ran walked out with a tray. She placed her homemade honey grapefruit tea on the coffee table and sat down next to the man, "What should I do?"

Mo Nanjue reached out to put his arm around her shoulder. Mo Yaochen, who was beside him, picked up the towel wrapped in ice, tiptoed and applied it to the man's side, "Dad, does it still hurt?"

"No pain."

Mo Nanjue carried him to his lap, and Mo Yaochen twisted his little head and said in a shocking voice, "Dadly, are you going to marry Aunt Sun?"
Chapter completed!