As a new widow, she saw such a famous playboy in the capital before her husband was cold and had not yet been buried.

Not to mention, this person still made her the culprit of the widow.

The heart of his eyes was slightly slight, and the murderous rage in Ling Luoyu's eyes gradually emerged.

"Two, do you want to go in and inform me?!"

The two looked at each other, instinctively took a step back, and shook their heads tacitly.

Isn’t it equivalent to asking for death at this time?

If the old man from the Xiang family is angry and cannot cure Ling Luoyu, he will be able to remove his hands and treat them!!

It is possible to kill a stick!

In this case, who dares to seek death?!

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed across the two of them: "If you think it's troublesome, then I'll go in by myself?"

The sleeves of the robe were swung lightly, and Ling Luoyu entered leisurely.

"The Third Young Master..."

A servant suddenly realized that he had dereliction of duty and instinctively followed up to stop him.

Ling Luoyu glanced at him with black eyes and killed all the people.

"Is there something wrong?!"

Her eyes were full of murderous intent and were swearing.

Dayou's intention was to slap him to death with one palm.

The servant's steps suddenly stopped and he almost knelt down.

Fortunately, he is quite active and his mind is quick.

In the moment Ling Luoyu saw that, he quickly changed his words.

"No... I want to remind the third young master... the young lady is crying in the mourning hall..."

Crying spirit?!

Ling Luoyu suddenly felt surprised.

She remembered Xiang Qiankai saying that Feng Ziqing was already pregnant.

Xiang Yi is no longer here, and the child in her womb is the only bloodline of the Xiang family.

Since it is the only one, it should be extremely rare and rest well.

But why do you still need a pregnant person to cry?

In the main hall, there are coffins that have not yet been closed.

The guests who came to pay their respects always came forward and cried a few times, but most of them were howling and saw few tears.

In front of the coffin in front, a brazier was placed. A woman in plain clothes was burning paper inside with the help of two maids.

On the other side, a woman with a scattered bun was crying sadly.

"Yi'er, you are so willful! You are so disobedient! My mother told you a long time ago that this woman is a broom star and cannot be married to the family... but you just don't listen! Look, everything has come true now... but it's too late to regret..."

He cried bitterly at the lady's grief, and looked at the woman burning paper through her hair.

"Feng Ziqing, you broom star..."

She suddenly jumped up like crazy, trying to tear Feng Ziqing.

"lady……"

The maids around him were quick-eyed and quickly pressed her down.

"Mrs. I'm pregnant, please be careful..."

"Bah! My son is gone, why do you want your grandson to do? And... Who is the wild man in her belly? No one knows... Maybe it's not from our Yier... that's a wild man... his Ling family's wild man!"

Feng Ziqing's body suddenly trembled, and his black eyes pressed towards his wife aggressively.

Her eyes were not sad at all, but were full of anger.

Mrs. Xiang was even more furious when she was seen and suddenly rushed up.

"You bastard, guy! You broom star! You dare to glare at me! You killed my son, I will pay your life today..."

If the maids on both sides were not pulling them desperately, she would have rushed up at this time.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!