cold wife

Chapter 547 The Grand Finale (5)
Leng Qing patted her head, and kissed the top of her head comfortingly: "No, I'm here for everything."

Feng Huaji died, and Ai Baoer was sad, but she couldn't cry. She just looked at Feng Wuji in a daze, and felt very distressed. Shu Junqing didn't go back today, but stayed with Feng Wuji. Feng Wuji was very sad. rely on him.

Think about it and Niannian were coaxed to sleep by Fu Yixun, while the other four sat on the sofa waiting for the news. The cold house was brightly lit all night again.

At five o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Leng Qing received a call. Feng Huaji's body was brought back and sent to the nearest funeral home. Ai Baoer and the others rushed over. The white cloth towel covered her body. She was cold, her face had lost any color, as if she had changed into a different person, she had been dead for more than 24 hours.

Ai Baoer leaned against the threshold and watched Shu Junqing go in with Feng Wuji in his arms, and was hugged by the man beside him. The man standing in front of Leng Qing had a respectful and cold voice: "Young Master Leng, we have delivered the person, just I'm leaving."

"Thank you." Leng Qing said expressionlessly.

The man lowered his head, turned and left.

After the visitor left, Ai Baoer wanted to go up to have a look, but was grabbed by the man, Leng Qing shook his head at her: "I'll take you out for a walk."

Ai Bao'er pursed her lips, turned her head and looked inside, Feng Wuji was lying on Feng Huaji's body, her voice was hoarse from crying, her eyes couldn't help turning sour, she nodded, nestled into the man's arms and walked out the door, here, Perhaps they are not needed for the time being.

The sky is slowly getting brighter, and the summer morning is very cool. In the corridor outside the morgue, the air is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear each other's heartbeat clearly.

Both of them have experienced ups and downs, but Ai Baoer did not fully accept life, old age, sickness and death. He was a good person ten days ago, but now he has become a cold corpse. Few people can accept it.

Being hugged tightly by the man, Ai Baoer leaned against the man's chest. After a while, she spoke in an annoyed tone: "If I didn't let her go that day, maybe she wouldn't die."

The man hugged her, touched her soft hair behind her, and comforted her: "Life and death are fate, we have nothing to do."

Ai Baoer's head moved in the hollow of his neck, and she hummed softly, tears wet the man's skin, his arms around her tightened, and he kissed the top of her head reluctantly, Ai Bao'er started to sob, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes: "Let's do her funeral."

There is no one in the Feng family, and she doesn't want her to leave so sadly. Feng Huaji is her only female friend in this world. Although they haven't been together for a long time, she regards her as her best friend. She believes that Feng Huaji is also like this.

Leng Qing nodded, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes distressedly, and kissed the corners of her tear-wet eyes: "Okay, whatever you say is fine."

With Leng Qing's consent, Feng Huaji's funeral was held in a decent manner. Feng Wuji couldn't bear the blow. When Feng Huaji was about to be cremated, he cried several times to the point of dying. The child who was only five years old had already understood clearly. Life and death, Ai Baoer felt distressed, she didn't know what kind of life this little boy lived before, which made him so vigilant and defensive towards people and things.

Compared to the two little ones in their own family, their happiness is bubbling. Even though Nian Nian was tortured by illness, they have always been loved by her, and now they are even more protected by Leng Qing. They are very happy. On the other hand, Feng Wuji, He lost his mother at a young age, and he doesn't know what will happen in the future. She really pities him.

(End of this chapter)