Hey, that big guy, I've teased

Chapter 416
Luo Wenxi's death seemed to cast a lingering haze over the Ling family, and those who came to express their condolences were cautious.

Wearing a black suit and a small white flower on his chest, Ling Chengxi stood in front of the coffin and returned the salute to those who came to express their condolences.

Ling Qiushui sat on the side with a sinking face, holding a crutch in his hand.He didn't say hello to anyone, just sat there.

As soon as Ling Chengzhi dragged Sheng Ying into the mourning hall, Ling Chengxi grabbed the incense burner on the shrine and threw it at him: "Get out, get out!!!"

The moment the incense burner flew over, Ling Chengzhi pulled Sheng Ying back a step, and hugged her into his arms to protect her.

The incense ash was scattered all over the floor, but it didn't hit Ling Chengzhi and Sheng Ying.But it startled the condolences, and everyone's eyes suddenly became meaningful.

Originally, there were rumors in the Ling family that Luo Wenxi's death was related to Ling Chengzhi, but they were suppressed because they were afraid that the family scandal would be publicized.

At this moment, seeing Ling Chengxi's agitation and Ling Qiushui sitting there without saying a word, it is likely that this is true.

Ling Chengzhi glanced at the unburned incense and ashes all over the floor, and said coldly: "Why, do you want your mother to die without regret?"

"Get out, I don't need you to cry and pretend to be merciful, get out, and don't dirty my mother's eyes."

Ling Chengxi's hatred for Ling Chengzhi was not only because of Luo Wenxi's death, but also because of the voodoo injection into his body that made his life worse than death.

But he couldn't deal with Ling Chengzhi, even with Shen Yifeng's secret help, he still couldn't hurt him, so he hated it.

Shen Yifeng told him not to worry, to lie quietly, but he couldn't hold back, he wanted to stab Ling Chengzhi with a knife right now.

With so many people mourning now, he wanted to tell them that Luo Wenxi was killed by Ling Chengzhi.

Before Ling Chengzhi had time to fight back, he saw Ling Qiushui get up abruptly, walk up to Ling Chengxi and raised his hand, which was a slap in the face.

"Bastard, what the hell are you talking about?"

The old man's slap is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.His attitude determined Ling Chengxi's status, and he was no match for Ling Chengzhi.

Ling Chengzhen was furious, and pushed Ling Qiushui: "You beat me, you bastard? Hit me in front of my mother?"

Ling Chengzhi's face sank, and he raised his chin towards Chen Yu who was standing guard outside the mourning hall: "Drive that mad dog out."

"Yes!"

Chen Yu immediately took Zhang Xi and Aji in, dragged Ling Chengxi out, and threw him outside the villa.

Ling Chengzhi stepped forward and looked at Ling Qiushui who was quite angry, and sighed: "Is it worth setting up a mourning hall for such a woman?"

Ling Qiushui gave him a gouged look: "The dead are the worst, get out!"

"I've exposed this face before. Don't use your life to force me to do things I don't like."

After saying that, Ling Chengzhi led Sheng Ying and left the mourning hall.

Sheng Ying was in a daze from the beginning to the end, and she didn't have time to express it, such as the last fragrance or something.

After leaving the Qiushui Mountain Villa, she said awkwardly: "I said I don't want to come, because I'm not welcome when I come here, and I almost got incense ash all over my body."

"If you don't show up, the old man will be talked about by the tribe."

"But if this happens, he will be criticized even more? If I were the old man, I wouldn't hold a funeral at all."

"Let's have a couple together. No matter how much you hate or how ruthless you are, what can you do if you're dead?"

Hearing Ling Chengzhi's emotion, Sheng Ying glanced at him: "Then if I die someday, you will come to my funeral—"

"Shut up!" Ling Chengzhi gave Sheng Ying a hard look, "Are you sick? Is there something that can't be compared, and you want to use this kind of thing?"

Sheng Ying pursed her lips: "I'm just making an analogy."

"If you really want to die, it's better to die on one day, so that no one has to attend anyone's funeral."

"..."

(End of this chapter)