I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 431 431, preemptive

In the car, Song Zhen was full of things.

As soon as the car got on the airport expressway, he fell asleep. About 40 minutes later, when the car entered the city, he was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was Gu Xinzhou calling.

He quickly connected: "Honey, I'm sorry, I was too busy getting off the plane just now, so I forgot to tell you I'm safe."

Gu Xinzhou: "It's okay, I just called you to ask about your time.

Song Zhen, you have to remember to eat on time and sleep as much as possible. No matter what happens, my sons and I will never leave you.

If there is anything in particular that bothers you, you might as well tell me directly.

Although I don't have great wisdom, I still know the basic principles of life, and I can tell right from wrong.

Song Zhen, I believe in you, and you should also have confidence in me, okay? "

After hearing what the little wife said, Song Zhen understood that it was his anxiety about gains and losses that affected her before he left.

Women are sensitive.

Especially dealing with feelings.

Song Zhenwen said: "Okay, don't worry, I will take care of myself and go back to you and the children as soon as possible."

The short nap, coupled with Gu Xinzhou's words, seemed to give Song Zhen a shot in the arm.

The car arrived at Song's house.

There is a white cloth strip tied to the gate of the Song residence, which is a folk custom in City B.

Song Zhen got out of the car and found that the house was deserted, and it didn't look like a funeral at all.

He frowned, walked into the hall, and found that the mourning hall was still there, but the coffin and body were not there.

When Song Zhen's biological mother passed away, Song Zhen participated in the whole funeral. He knew every step of the burial of the dead.

He still remembered that after his biological mother died in the hospital, the body had to be brought back, someone had to scrub it clean, put on a beautiful shroud, and put the body on the coffin, which was placed in front of the mourning hall.

However, it was very quiet here.

There is not even a photo of Yue Meiqi in the mourning hall!

"Master, are you back?"

Behind him came the voice of a maid.

Song Zhen turned around and looked at her: "Where are the people at home?"

The maid's eyes were red, and she was very sad, because Yue Meiqi treated them very well during her lifetime: "They all went to the cemetery. At this time, Madam's body should have been cremated."

Song Zhen was speechless!

He hurriedly called Song Enshuo.

It took Song Enshuo a long time to answer, and he was still crying out of breath: "Song Zhen, woo woo woo~ Dad feels bad, dad really wants to go with your little mother, woo woo~"

Song Zhen said angrily: "Why did it get cremated so quickly! Why so quickly?"

Song Enshuo: "Xiaojun was crying at home. It's not a solution to leave your mother's body at home. Last night, we held a memorial service for your mother. All the relatives and friends who should come have come. It was cremated early this morning, and I also asked the Yue family and got the consent of Uncle Xiaojun.

Song Zhen, you are doing business well in Italy, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't be resurrected after death, so take good care of yourself.

Dad is at home, and Xiao Jun is there, Dad will be strong for Xiao Jun. "

These rhetoric, Song Enshuo just opened his mouth.

It was as if I had practiced it many times in my mind in advance.

Song Zhen said coldly, "Which crematorium?"

Song Enshuo: "It's over, Xiaojun is holding your little mother's urn now, and we are rushing to the cemetery now!"

(End of this chapter)