Mo Chaodong also wanted to persuade him, and then two people dressed in black and solemnly walked in.

Long Qingye and Bai Yaoyu rushed back. On his face, it was not difficult to see the fatigue of the journey.

Bai Yaoyu pulled Xiao Jingbao. In the past, Xiao Jingbao was always dressed very fancy, but now Bai Yaoyu has been replaced with a black and gray dress.

As soon as I arrived today, I took a bus to City T to pick up Xiao Jing’s baby.

Uncle Luo is no different from Xiao Jing's baby and his own grandson, so he should have let him come over.

They couldn't believe their eyes, and Uncle Luo's portrait was placed there. When Long Qingye saw it, a burst of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Mo Chaodong turned around, "You are here."

And he gave way out and let them get through.

Long Qingye greeted him and passed by. Roland was kneeling in front of her. She was in a daze. She couldn't feel anyone or no.

Bai Yaoyu pulled Xiao Jing's baby forward, and she squatted down to comfort Roland.

"Lanlan, Lanlan..."

After shouting several times, Roland slowly came to his senses.

When she saw Bai Yaoyu, she couldn't believe how they were here? Didn't they go on a trip?

The dried lips opened gently, "Yaoyu, are you here?"

"Yeah." Bai Yaoyu must have felt very uncomfortable when she saw her kneeling for so long, so she asked her gently, "Lanlan, can you get up and rest for a while?"

Roland shook her head, she didn't want to, she wanted to kneel all the time, and kneel to her heart a little better.

Bai Yaoyu hugged her shoulders and comforted her, "Lanlan, I was surprised by Uncle Luo's death. Don't be too sad, be mournful and follow the changes."

Roland took a deep breath. She heard this sentence at least a hundred times today. The people who came to pay their respects said this. She was numb to hear it, but her psychological sadness did not decrease at all.

It was difficult to lower his head and not be sad. Roland only looked at the photo. After a long time, Roland shook his head and waved away the sad things.

Bai Yaoyu didn't force her anymore. She could understand the feelings of her lost relatives. Only by kneeling like this can you feel better.

Xiao Jing baby held his father's calves and looked at the photo in confusion.

He was wondering why Grandpa Luo, who loved him, had such a big photo there?

I looked up at my father. His solemn and dignified face made him dare not look directly at him. I remember that my father would only be so serious when he was angry. Is his father angry now?

He quickly let go of Long Qingye's calves. What he feared the most was Long Qingye's anger, which was very terrible.

When he walked to Bai Yaoyu's feet, he found that Mama's expression was also not good-looking, and they were all very solemn, ahhhh! He hated this atmosphere.

They are all children, and they are very ignorant children.

After a long time, Xiao Jing Baobao saw a child younger than him on Mo Chaodong's shoulder. He knew that it was Aunt Lan's son.

Seeing someone sleeping in his father's arms, he was so jealous and wanted to lie in Mama's arms and let Mama pat his back.

Bai Yaoyu looked at the photo and felt mixed feelings.

Uncle Luo treated him very well, so good that he didn't know what to say, he was a servant? No, he was already an elder in her heart, a person worthy of respect.

Thinking of it, a small figure approached at his feet.

Xiao Jing baby held her calves and clamored to ask for a hug. Mama and her father threw themselves down and ran out to play. After coming back, they ignored him. This made him so sad.

"Mama... Hug..." Xiao Jing's baby began to act coquettishly, and was far from being in this serious mourning hall.

Bai Yaoyu picked him up and shouted in a low voice, "Xiaojing, be good! Let's sleep for a while!"
Chapter completed!