My Youth Began With Him

"Mom...he is really dead."

Huo Mian gripped her mother's hand and felt that her mother's fingers did not have a slight temperature...

In her resentment, she once loved Huo Zhenghai deeply, so she should be very uncomfortable at this moment.

Yang Meirong was awkward and stepped back a few steps.

The heel is unstable and almost falls...

Fortunately, Hiberian eyes are fast, and immediately help her...

"Mom... are you okay?"

"How come...how?..." Yang Meirong was a little choked.

"Mom... his body is not good at all, and now that the business is being emptied, the power is in the hands of Huo Siqian, and it may be a rush."

Huo Mian comforted...

"This old immortal... He is so good... I didn't suffer much, I went.... He still owes me so much. I thought I could see his miserable scenes in his later years, so I can dig him. He didn't give me a chance."

Yang Meirong said something wrong...

"Mom... I saw him yesterday."

"Have you seen him?" Yang Meirong was surprised.

Huo Mian nodded. "Well, when I went to see him yesterday, his mental state was not good. He had been playing nutrient solution and couldn't eat anything..."

"So, did he say anything to you?"

"Say sorry for you."

"What is the use of these now?" Yang Meirong sat on the sofa and wiped her tears.

Huo Mian took out the jade from the bag and handed it to the mother...

"This is...?" Yang Meirong looked at the ring and said nothing.

"This is what he brought with him, let me hand it over to you, and say to you to leave a thought."

"Damn guy... It’s not dead for death, who wants to remember him?"

Yang Meirong cried even more, and took the jade finger while crying...

It seems that it is still unacceptable that Huo Zhenghai is already dead.

"I will go to the funeral with Qin Chu tomorrow, will you go together?" Huo Mian asked softly.

Yang Meirong is silent, it is a tearful tear...

"Send him the last trip, and death is also done... all the past and the past are written off, Mom."

"Well, I am going with you." In the end, I don't know if it was Huo Mian's words, or Yang Meirong wanted to open it.

She nodded and said that she would follow them to the funeral...

The next morning, Huo Zhenghai went out

The long team came out from the Huo’s main house...

As the eldest son of Huo Siqian, holding his father’s portrait is at the forefront...

Behind him are two people, Huo Mian and Huo Wei, with white filial pies on their heads.

Huo Mian is actually not obliged to mourn for Huo Zhenghai with filial piety... After all, she was not his daughter.

But outsiders do not know Huo Mian's life experience, so she still has to attend as Huo Zhenghai's daughter.

Jiang Hong looks rather sad, and is supported by two maids, who walk very slowly.

Qin Chu has been looking after her from Yang Meirong, careful...

Today's weather is exceptionally good, although it is very cold, but it can see long-lost blue sky and white clouds.

Everyone is wearing black clothes, from the old house to the cemetery.

A whole hundred black luxury cars have been dispatched, which is also a beautiful scenery...

What is rare is that Song Yi poetry also came, she is next to Huo Siqian.

Faceless, for Huo Mian, how many people die, she will not care.

But the media has to be scrupulous, so the father said yes, the dress is also to be installed for a while.

Song Yishi and Huo Mian are opposite each other. She doesn't overdo it, ignores sleep, and doesn't mean to talk.

Huo Mian is too lazy to take care of her...

In this way, the group sent Huo Zhenghai’s body to the Beishan cemetery...

He was lowered to the elders of the Huo family, which is the ancestral grave of the Huo family.

When I was busy, it was already noon...

Huo Siqian opened a hundred tables at a five-star hotel to entertain guests and have a funeral.

Huo Mian was really in no mood. He sent his mother home with Qin Chu and asked for a half-day holiday to rest.

After Qin Chu sent Huo Mian, he went to the company.

Huo Mian fainted in Nanshan Castle for an afternoon, and when he woke up, it was getting dark.

She put on her robe and went downstairs to the fireplace to roast the fire...

The northerly wind in the deep winter can no longer be described as cold, it should be said to be frozen.

The heating in Nanshan Castle is very good, but the living room is too cold, so it is still a little cold.

Huo Mian sat in front of the fireplace while roasting the fire while drinking milk. Suddenly, the phone rang.

She opened it and saw it on WeChat sent by Jiang Xiaowei. She said - Xiaomian, Su Yu is back.