The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1130 Autopsy
Bo Li felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have been so tough when talking to Bo Yanqing in the first place.

At the same time, he was afraid that he would really make a fuss at the funeral.

I have carefully considered the time of the burial, "I asked Mr. Feng Shui to see the time of the burial. If you miss this time, it will be very bad for the second brother. I know you are angry. Let's go back and let the funeral be completed smoothly, okay?" ?”

Okay?

Even though he softened his tone later, he was accusing Buyan Qing of being ignorant inside and outside of his words.

Shouldn't he be making a fuss?

"The burial is fine, I have invited the forensic doctor over."

Bo Li's heart skipped a beat, "What are you going to do?"

"Open the coffin for an autopsy."

"open……"

There was an uproar among the guests.

Many people didn't understand, and no one left. Everyone wanted to know more about the struggle in the wealthy Bo family.

Bo Li's complexion completely sank, "Nonsense! What are you questioning? Could it be that the family members killed the second brother! I told you, he died disgracefully, not to mention that you want to die under the watchful eyes of everyone." The autopsy will disturb the guests, and it doesn't respect the body of the second brother. As a son, it's so difficult to let him go away with dignity!"

Bo Yanqing's dark eyes were lightly drawn, the corners of his forehead were as sharp as a knife's edge, and the aloof aura on his body, the slight frown between his brows made people feel cold, and felt terrified from the bottom of his heart.

He stared straight at Bo Li with such indifferent eyes, and said in a cold voice: "It is to let my father walk in a decent way that I want to do the autopsy. The corpse can't speak, but the most honest thing is, maybe let me do it." Did I find some secrets?"

Bo Li's heart sank in vain.

He was racking his brains on how to stop it.

A group of people rushed in suddenly.

Bodyguards opened the way, and at least five forensic doctors in white coats entered.

Qi Qi stood behind Bo Yanqing.

He injured one leg, but the aura of the superior has not diminished at all. Even with a cane and one leg raised slightly, it can't hide the awe-inspiring self-confidence in his bones.

"Uncle, will you let me go or not?"

Bo Li trembled all over.

"That is to let go."

Bo Yanqing gave a look, and Mo Ting understood in seconds. He ordered a few bodyguards, got some tools from who knows where, and was going to pry open the sealed coffin.

"I see who dares to move!"

Suddenly, a voice like a heavy bell, filled with great anger, resounded through the entire funeral scene.

Bo Lao appeared at the door.

Aunt Wen stood beside him, helping him to walk in.

With every step, the crutch made a harsh sound on the ground.

The whole hall fell silent, and wherever Bo Lao passed by, the people around consciously lowered their heads and respectfully called out: "Bo Lao."

Mr. Bo didn't respond to anyone.

straight ahead.

To the black and white image of the dusk.

He lifted his hand slightly, and Aunt Wen took back the hand that was supporting him, and stood behind silently.

Bo Lao looked up at Mu Mu's photo, with tears in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were stretched too much because of the anger on his face.

"Mu'er, look at your good son, who has not been close to you since he was a child, and made a fuss about your funeral after he died. He is so unscrupulous because of his blood relationship. You will be like this when you die. If I die in the future Now, what will happen to me, you know it under Jiuquan, you know it!"

Bo Lao's hand holding the cane tightened more and more, and the loose skin on the back of his hand showed bone patterns.

The crutches were lowered and punched, his body was trembling with anger, and there was a crackling sound from between his lips and teeth——

(End of this chapter)