When I left the Song Fan family, it was already past one pm.
Wuling magic car boarded Dongyuan Avenue. Zhao Mei, who had been holding it for a long time, finally couldn't help asking, "Brother, how did that old man answer? Have you agreed to break off the engagement?"
Lin Xiaoming didn't want to discuss this in front of Song Zhien, not because she had any ideas, but because she was embarrassed. After all, this matter involved her father.
But it is obviously too late to stop it now. Song Ji-eun has already asked in confusion, "Back off the engagement? What kind of marriage is it?"
Lin Xiaoming had no choice but to tell the matter.
As a member of the Song family, Song Zhien naturally knew about the marriage between Song Renjie and Luo Meihan, and even heard a little about Luo Meihan's unwillingness to marry Song Renjie, but she didn't understand what Lin Xiaoming had to do!
Facing her puzzled look, Lin Xiaoming did not hide it, "Now Luo Meihan is in my house and is engaged in breeding and planting with me."
Song Zhien suddenly realized and breathed a sigh of relief in secret.
Unexpectedly, before the breath was over, Lin Xiaoming added, "She and I are not only friends, I also like her very much and don't want her to marry Song Renjie."
Song Zhien's face changed when he heard this, and his whole body was frozen, as if he was struck by an invisible thunder.
Zhao Mei turned her head and saw her expression changing like this, and she couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Brother, you are really not suitable to be a scumbag!
How can you say in front of one girl you like another girl?
Do you still want others to like you?
Lin Xiaoming hoped that Song Zhien would like him, but not between men and women, but just the kind of ordinary friends. It is precisely because of this that he dared to tell her openly that he likes Luo Meihan!
In fact, this is not a secret. Almost everyone in Hekeng Village knows that he likes Luo Meihan, and even Zhang Yashu has a little more or less feeling.
In order to divert Song Zhien's attention, Zhaomei had to ask again, "Brother, you haven't answered my question yet. Has the old man agreed to break the engagement?"
"No!" Lin Xiaoming shook his head, "He said this matter is extraordinary. You must consider it carefully. You will not tell me the answer after the first seventh day. I will save his life in seven days."
"Did you agree?"
"Um!"
"Brother, you usually look so stingy, why are you so stupid at the critical moment?" Zhao Mei was so anxious, "That old man clearly doesn't want to break off the engagement, he is just delaying the time, wanting to find a way to break the Gu in these seven days
The Gu Master came to cure him."
Lin Xiaoming nodded, "I know!"
Zhao Mei was puzzled, "I know you still promised him?"
Lin Xiaoming smiled, "Zhaomei, you have been with me for so long, don't you understand me? I like to convince people with virtue!"
No, you are talking nonsense, you are not the kind of person who likes to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality... Zhaomei immediately wanted to refute this, but when she thought about it carefully, she was silent again.
The Five God Guards are the best examples, don’t you agree, right? Then keep trying to trouble you in different ways until you all sing to conquer!
"Okay!" Zhao Mei sighed and changed the subject, "Where are we going now?"
Lin Xiaoming looked at Song Zhien. She is now his boss. He will go wherever she goes?
"Uncle Wu just said that the funeral was held at the Song family mansion. Now everyone is there. As a daughter, I should have gone there."
Lin Xiaoming nodded slightly. Although Song Jinde was pretending to die, the funeral must be handled as real, so that he can hide the truth and the real murderer will emerge.
Several people went to the clothing store halfway, and changed into black clothes for the funeral, and then set off again to the Song family mansion.
Looking at Song Zhien, who was wearing a black dress and a little white flower on his hair, Lin Xiaoming felt that it was not enough. He had to do a full set of acting. He took out a bottle of small medicine powder from his bag and applied a little to the corner of her eyes. .
Not long after, Song Zhien was tearful and asked while crying, "Xiao Ming, what did you apply in my eyes?"
"Nothing, just a kind of medicine powder similar to tear gas!"
Song Zhien sniffed, trying to hold back tears, but couldn't help it at all, "Then... when will I cry?"
"It will be almost done in two or three days."
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Although Song Jinde's "corpse" is in the funeral home, it does not prevent the Song family from holding a funeral.
The Song family mansion has pasted elegy couplets, set up mourning halls, tablets, candles burned on the incense table, wreaths are placed around it, and sorrow and joy linger in the entire lobby, with a miserable and miserable atmosphere of funeral.
Song Jinlong, Deng Mingzhu, Song Zong, Song Lifan, Huang Xiangzhu... all the first-class direct relatives have arrived, and Song Gan and other relatives are also arriving one after another.
Before Lin Xiaoming and others entered the door, they heard a howl from the mourning hall from afar, which was earth-shaking and quite insane.
When I went in and found that it was neither someone else, but Song Renjie who had arrived first.
Zhaomei thought that Song Zhien was already exaggerating when she cried, but when she saw her slumped in a wheelchair, she realized that there was still a mountain high.
Although Song Fan and Song Lifan were dealing with various matters behind the scenes, the person in charge of the entire funeral was Song Zong.
Seeing that Song Zhien came, he didn't say anything, but just stepped forward to put on slaughter and mourning, let her kneel on the side of the mourning hall, and be with Song Renjie!
When a guest arrives, he kneels down and kowtows to others, meaning that the elders are dead and the younger generation is guilty, so he apologizes to relatives and friends by kowtowing.
Lin Xiaoming and Zhaomei Xia Daren are just working, not among the filial sons and grandchildren, so they don’t have to kneel down and sit behind Song Zhien not far away.
Just when Lin Xiaoming was so bored that he was sleeping, someone pulled the corner of his clothes slightly. He turned his head to look at it and found that it was Huang Xiangzhu, the wife of the fourth son Song Lifan.
Since the Mingde Group underground parking lot for a while, the two have met in the hospital in the morning, but Huang Xiangzhu did not talk to him and completely treat him as transparent.
"Assistant Lin, are you free? Find a place to chat with me?"
Lin Xiaoming asked Zhaomei and Xia Daren to be optimistic about Song Zhien and followed Huang Xiangzhu to the outside of the mourning hall.
It was not until the rockery outside that Huang Xiangzhu finally stopped and lifted up the black veil that had been covering her face since the morning.
Lin Xiaoming looked at her face and found that the originally dazzling scar had already shown signs of fading. It was obvious that the scar removal medicine he gave her had effect.
This should have been a gratifying thing for Huang Xiangzhu, but there was no joy on her face. She reached out to take out a cigarette from her Kunbao and took a stick in her mouth. She had to use a lighter. It lit, but it didn't lit several times in a row.
Lin Xiaoming took her lighter, but did not light it for her, but pointed at her face, "It is best to avoid smoking and alcohol during the medication!"
Huang Xiangzhu took down the cigarette in her mouth in disappointment and threw it into the pool, "I'm in a bad mood."
"Aunt, your complexion is much better than when I met you last time. You should be in a good mood."
"If the boss is alive, I will naturally be in a good mood, because my scar finally has hope!" Huang Xiangzhu sighed, "But now that the boss is dead, the Song family is about to change the world,
How could I be happy!”
"How do you say this?"
"I just heard that the funeral will be completed tomorrow, and the boss's body will be cremated the day after tomorrow. The shareholders, that is, the family meeting will be held the day after tomorrow."
"What do you want to say during a meeting?"
"I heard it was the issue of the vote to decide whether Song Ji-eun stays or not."
"Uh?" Lin Xiaoming was extremely surprised to hear it, "Didn't you say that you would vote again after three months?"
"One time and another time. Three months later, it was because the boss was still there. Now that the boss is dead, it is naturally everything is different."
Song Jinde's body was not cold, and they were so impatient. It was too disgusting. Lin Xiaoming suppressed the anger in his heart, "Aunt, who brought up this meeting first?"
Huang Xiangzhu was a straightforward and answered bluntly, "It's my husband!"
Lin Xiaoming frowned. Could it be that Song Jinde's Gu was found by Song Jinlong?
Huang Xiangzhu thought he could not accept this fact, shook her head and sighed: "Young man, the people and things in this world have always been so realistic. Especially in the Song family, interests have always been higher than family affection."
A little bit of the interests of the Song family is the wealth that others can't get through their lives or even for several lifetimes.
Although Lin Xiaoming understood, he could not accept it. For him, family affection has never been greater than the sky. After taking a deep breath, his mind finally calmed down.
"Aunt, whether Zhien goes or stays, it shouldn't have much impact on you, right?"
"It's true that there isn't. But supporting her or opposing her is the most troublesome problem I have now."
"How do you say this?"
"You gave me medicine to treat scars, just to ask me to vote for Song Zhien. But my husband would definitely vote against it. As a wife, I naturally want the husband to play with my wife, but I want to cure the scar on my face.
I dream of it.”
Huang Xiangzhu said as she took out the bottle of scar removal medicine from her bag. She hesitated and hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth and handed it to Lin Xiaoming, "Give it back to you, I have used it,
You tell me a number and I'll transfer the money to you."
Lin Xiaoming did not take the medicine bottle or report the number, "Auntie, there is no need to do this. Since the medicine works, you can just use it!"
"But even if I use your medicine, I will still listen to my husband."
"Then let's listen to your husband. Whatever he votes, you vote!
"But……"
Lin Xiaoming's cell phone rang at this time, and he took it out and found that it was Chen Zhilin. It must be an urgent matter to call him at this time, so he said to Huang Xiangzhu, "That's it, I have something to do, I will lose my companion first!"