Mrs. Yang said she was going, and Yang Lai also subconsciously looked at her.

Butler Yang had already asked someone to buy a plane ticket. Seeing that Yang Lai was consciously going, he quickly stopped him, "Master, you have a bad leg. Don't run around in winter. The Yang family also needs you to stay in charge. Just go with my wife,"

"Well," Mrs. Yang also looked at Yang Lai and thought for a moment, "Doctor Qin said, it's better to stay here. I'll stare at the other side of T City. If something really happens, you come again."

After saying that, Mrs. Yang ignored Yang Lai and went upstairs to pack her luggage. She called Yang Hua again but did not dial.

The other party should still be on the plane.

Butler Yang followed Mrs. Yang: "Miss Baozhu did not bring her luggage."

He is old and has a bad memory. He only remembers that Yang Hua brought a plastic bag from a supermarket, because this kind of thing rarely appears in the Yang family, and Mr. Yang remembers it clearly.

When Meng Fu returned to the capital for the first time, Yang Hua went to see Meng Fu. When she came back, she was carrying the plastic bag in her hand.

Mrs. Yang nodded: "I understand."

**

T-city, Jiang Family.

As soon as Yang Hua and Meng Xun came back, they headed straight to the Jiang family.

The Jiang family has already arranged a mourning hall.

It was very dark and cloudy, as if it was about to be pressed down.

When Yanghua arrived, Jiang Xinchen was standing outside in mourning clothes.

His expression was very calm, not as sluggish as Yang Hua imagined. When he saw Yang Hua, he bent down, "Aunt Yang."

"Well," Yang Hua reached out and patted Jiang Xinchen on the shoulder, "Where is your father and the others?"

"In the inner room." Jiang Xinchen handed the fragrance in his hand to Yang Hua.

Yang Hua reached out to take the incense and went straight in.

Meng Xun followed Yang Hua and took another incense plant handed over by Jiang Xinchen. She glanced at Jiang Xinchen, said nothing, and went in directly.

Inner room.

There are not many people staying in the mourning hall.

Meng Fu knelt in front, his eyebrows lowered, making people unable to see her expression clearly.

Su Di made some miscellaneous items in the mourning hall.

"She kept kneeling," Jiang Quan smiled bitterly when he saw Yang Hua, "I didn't listen if I said it. Please advise her."

"I'll take a look at the old man first." Yang Hua nodded and walked directly to the front of the coffin.

Seeing Yanghua like this, Jiang Quan couldn't help but walk over.

The old man's coffin lid was not closed, his face was still kind, and he didn't seem to feel pain when he left.

Yanghua took a deep breath.

She didn't cry.

When Meng De died, her tears had already dried up.

She just reached out and untied the plastic bag in her hand. There were three yellow talismans in the bag. Yang Hua looked down at the talisman, then looked at the old man, and reached out to put the talisman into the old man's shroud.

Meng Fu, who had not moved, finally looked up. She looked at Yang Hua, with no expression on her face, and did not cry. She just asked calmly: "Who gave it to you?"

The voice is hoarse.

Yanghua stuffed the last talisman into it.

Hearing Meng Fu's words, he paused and continued to stuff his clothes into Mr. Jiang's clothes.

"Have you seen him?" Meng Fu looked at Yang Hua's face, paused, and said softly: "Grandpa...have you seen him too?"

Yang Hua sorted out Mr. Jiang’s clothes.

She was not surprised that Meng Fu could guess that Yang Hua walked to Meng Fu and knelt down with Meng Fu: "Last time, when the old man went to the capital, we met the Taoist priest. I don't know what the Taoist priest said to the old man alone."

When Yang Hua said this, she looked at Meng Fu, "I saved the old man, what did you use?"

Meng Fu no longer answered.

"Why do you still need to make a perfume?" Yang Hua pursed her lips.

Meng Fu continued to kneel, motionless.

Yang Hua handed a letter in her arms to Meng Fu: "This is the letter that the old man left you when he left the capital."

The two of them were talking in a low voice, and Jiang Quan could not hear it, but Su Diwu could hear it.

Behind him, Su Di didn't know what he remembered and looked at Meng Fu suddenly.

His face changed drastically, and his hands holding the teapot couldn't help trembling.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Quan looked at him.

Su Di shook his head, he put down the teapot and walked outside the mourning hall. Outside the mourning hall, the cold wind blew, and Su Di felt his heart was chilling.

I knew very early that Su Dijiu suspected that Meng Fu was the descendant of the Blues lineage.

A few years ago, the Blues clan, and none of them survived. How did Meng Fu survive?

Su Di didn't know about these, but Su Di knew that the people of the Blues clan could change their lives, so he was coveted by the major forces. Su Di couldn't help but remembered that last year he asked Meng Fu why he didn't make more spices.

Meng Fu smiled and replied: I will die.

Will you die?

At that time, Su Di thought Meng Fu was joking.

After all, Meng Fu has always been the king of verbal tricks, and she is so light when she even says "death".

Su Di's mind was turning quickly. Outside the operating room last year, everyone thought that the old man would die. It was almost unsuccessful to science, but the old man lived.

If Meng Fu said, she would have died, why did Mr. Jiang suddenly die?

What happened to Mr. Jiang when he went to the capital last time?

besides……

Su Di looked at his hand, he remembered that his internal strength had completely disappeared, and no one in the medical field had any solutions, and Meng Fu saved him.

Then she...

Snowflakes fell on the top of the head.

Su Di looked up and looked at Su Cheng who walked in from outside with a black umbrella. He had a straight figure, a black umbrella, a dark black dress, handsome and cold, and was incompatible with the cold here.

Su Di looked up, his voice was rarely hoarse and at a loss, "Young Master, I..."

Su Cheng seemed to know what he was thinking. He stopped beside Su Di and said lightly: "Don't worry, you don't have that much influence yet."

Su Di: "..."

Yes, if he really had such a big impact, Miss Meng probably broke his neck before she could save him.

**

Zhao Fan is also helping with some trivial matters.

Seeing Su Cheng come in, she frowned directly, "Brother Cheng, Brother Fu's injury..."

When such a big incident happened to the Jiang family, Zhao Fan didn't tell Jiang Quan about Meng Fu's blood in his heart. Although Meng Fu was young, Zhao Fan was so scared that he vomited that blood in his heart. He had to take all his time yesterday, but he could kneel in front of the old man's coffin all night.

Su Cheng handed the umbrella to the servant beside the door and looked in the direction of Meng Fu, "I know it in my heart."

Zhao Fan didn't say anything more.

In the inner room, Yang Hua paid homage to the old man and helped Jiang Quan handle the funeral.

The Jiang family has a big business, and Jiang Quan is still reporting the demise one after another. Not only that, he also wants to stabilize the Jiang family, who will collapse after Mr. Jiang's death.

Yang Hua helped him to deal with these things with confidence.

"Young master can stand alone, and I will definitely be very pleased to see it." The driver followed Jiang Quan and looked at Jiang Xinchen at the gate, unable to help but wiped his tears.

Jiang Quan didn't say anything, but only greeted Su Cheng who came in, "Mr. Su."

Su Cheng nodded to him, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry."

In the funeral hall of Mr. Jiang, Su Cheng took three incense sticks directly, knelt on Meng Fu's left, and worshiped him three times seriously.

Beside me, Meng Fu lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand, both hands trembling-

【…

Ah Fu, grandpa is already very satisfied that he can live for one more year. You have to live well.

Grandpa Afu must live well and live well.]

"Mingming..." Meng Fu murmured, "Mingmingly, they have all broken up..."

She is obviously not a member of the Jiang family.

Why is it still too late?
To be continued...