Good night, Mr.President

The car drove to a mourning hall. Under the leadership of Chen Buzhan, Wang Xinyi went in and came to an inner room.

Gu Yunting solemnly stood aside, wearing a black suit. Seeing her coming, he said, "I have reported the funeral to my aunt's relatives, friends and neighbors. Next, I'll leave the grooming to you."

Wang Xinyi looked at him, puzzled, "tidy up your appearance?"

"Scrub my aunt's body, comb her hair and put on neat clothes. I'm a man. I'm afraid of desecrating my aunt's body. It's more reasonable for you to come in person."

Wang Xinyi suddenly felt that she didn't understand anything. How could she come into contact with such a thing as funeral.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Gu Yunting continued, "I'll call a staff member to help you later. And... I'll give you a night, not to shut you up, let alone make you think nonsense, but to adjust your mood. I've arranged everything for the funeral, and you just need to cooperate."

"Cooperation?!" Wang Xinyi thought these two words were ironic. She just came to cooperate with her mother's funeral?

"Don't misinterpret what I mean. I just think you're in a low mood and can't do this, maybe not yet. I just help you get everything ready so that you can have less worries.

Moreover, I don't know if I should tell you something. Maybe, aunt, she will tell you... "

"What do you mean?" something? Mother told her? How?

Gu Yunting pointed to the curtain in the room, "go in! I'll prepare for the memorial service. You should restrain your emotions..."

Then he went out of the room, and then came in. A middle-aged woman, holding a white shroud in her hand, whispered to her, "I'm sorry."

Wang Xinyi nodded numbly and opened the curtain. On a pure white bed, his mother lay peacefully, like sleeping, but she could never wake up

She picked up the towel prepared by getting up early, wet it with water, wring it dry, and then gently wiped her mother's face.

In my memory, when my mother was young, she was a polite, beautiful and quiet woman, like a famous lady, but now

People in their 40s are a little older than those in the same year. The wrinkles in the corners of the eyes are thin and dense, the eyelids are still deep, there are brown spots on both sides of the cheeks, and the skin is very loose and dark.

"PATA..." Wang Xinyi didn't know it quietly. The tears he slipped fell fell on his mother's neck.

She put down the towel, undressed her mother, washed the towel and continued to wipe it.

Slowly, she rubbed her legs. Wang Xinyi carefully lifted her mother's legs with her hands, but at this time, her mother's legs bent and sagged naturally.

Wang Xinyi's hand stopped. After a person died, the body would be stiff for a few hours. When he just rubbed his mother's arm, it was straight. How could this leg

A shocking conclusion was formed in Wang Xinyi's mind. She raised her mother's other leg, which was the same. The mother's legs... Weren't they broken!

What Gu Yunting just said, mother will tell her, does that mean?

She carefully wiped her mother's body. With the help of the staff, she put on her shroud, combed her hair, and hurried out to find Gu Yunting.

Outside the mourning hall, she saw Gu Yunting who helped to receive. She had a good neighbor and asked him, "who are you? How did you come to receive?"

Gu Yunting replied lightly, "son-in-law."

The neighbor suddenly realized that Gu Yunting was extraordinary and handsome. He nodded with satisfaction. Arnold's spirit in heaven would be happy, and then he entered the mourning hall.