After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 1128 Death
With a click, the door was pushed open.

"Grandma? Aren't you going to eat that little wonton restaurant? Why don't you get up?"

After Feng Yin pushed the door open and went in, he didn't look at the bed. Instead, he walked naturally to the window and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.

"I don't know if the wontons here are as delicious as yours. I actually prefer the wontons you make."

"What should we wear today? Why not wear purple to look noble."

Feng Yin opened the curtains, turned around and opened the wardrobe to prepare the clothes for Grandma Yun to wear today.

She never went to see Grandma Yun, and she was denying it subconsciously in her mind, which she didn't even notice.

Behind him, Cheng Yanqiu's heart ached like needles, but he couldn't collapse, Feng Yin needed him.

Cheng Yanqiu walked to the bedside, looked at Grandma Yun who was sleeping peacefully, stretched out a finger, and the hanging heart in her heart thumped at this moment, settling down and then rising again.

Grandma Yun is really gone.

Walking silently, walking quietly.

Cheng Yanqiu did not stop Feng Yin from choosing clothes, he just stood aside and waited for her quietly.

Feng Yin turned around with the clothes and looked at Grandma Yun lying on the bed.

With just one glance, she knew that Grandma Yun was gone.

Feng Yin didn't know what kind of expression she should have, so she raised the corners of her mouth and blinked her dry eyes.

"Should I cry?"

Feng Yin wiped his fingers at the corners of his eyes and said mockingly: "There are no tears, not at all. I don't even feel sad."

"Tell me, do I not love my grandma as much as I thought? In fact, I am still the cool Feng Yin who doesn't care about anything."

Cheng Yanqiu felt heartbroken and couldn't help himself. He stepped forward and held Feng Yin in his arms.

"You're not! If you were cool, you wouldn't turn down all the live broadcasts and only focus on being with Grandma Yun. If you were cool, you wouldn't be so sad now."

"Sad?" Feng Yin asked suspiciously: "I can't cry, is it also sad?"

Cheng Yanqiu nodded affirmatively, looked at Feng Yin and said, "Sadness doesn't necessarily lead to crying. Let's not think about this, okay? Let's give grandma a ride together."

Feng Yin suddenly smiled and nodded.

She pushed Cheng Yanqiu away and put Grandma Yun into the clothes she had chosen before her death. She wiped her face and fingers and left cleanly.

Feng Yin was the only one throughout the whole process, and her mind was filled with memories of this time.

Grandma Yun who secretly throws away the baked biscuits, Grandma Yun who smiles like a child at the beach, Grandma Yun who coquettishly wants to eat more watermelon with Feng Yin.

Every frame is so clear.

"You're gone and I'm still laughing. Do you think other people will say I'm sick when they see me?"

Feng Yin muttered to himself, but naturally Grandma Yun would not answer.

After everything was sorted, the funeral home's car arrived, and Feng Yin personally carried Grandma Yun down without anyone's intervention.

After receiving the news from Cheng Yanqiu, the trio changed into suitable clothes and arrived early.

They had known the inside story about Grandma Yun's body for a long time, so they were not surprised by this moment, but they still felt distressed.

Feeling sorry for Feng Yin.

It was quiet all the way until the funeral home arrived.

Feng Yin personally arranged Grandma Yun's appearance and sent her to the cremation room.

After all the dust settled, Feng Yin left with the ashes in his arms. The funeral will be tomorrow.

Feng Yin looked at the urn in his arms quietly, still not wanting to cry.

After returning home, Feng Yin carried the urn to Grandma Yun's bedroom and packed some things for her for burial tomorrow.

Feng Yin tidied the bed, his fingers trembled slightly, and a white envelope lay quietly on the bed, with Feng Yin's signature written on it.