[69 Book Bar - www.] Lian Yuqing woke up suddenly, turned to look at An Shaoqiang, and exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

He hugged her tightly subconsciously, sucking the warmth from her body greedily, his breath becoming chaotic.

She didn't ask where she had been these past few days, something must have happened, she just held him tightly.

The corners of An Shaoliu's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and his voice was filled with unspeakable sadness, "If I die one day, who will take care of you, and what should you do?"

She looked at An Shaoqian intently and said with red eyes, crying, "An Shaoqian, let me tell you, if you dare to die, I will marry someone else immediately and dig you out of the grave to join me."

The wedding will make you restless."

An Shaoliang looked at her for a long time before saying three words, "You are so poisonous!"

Lian Yuqing stared with tearful eyes, "Haven't you heard that women have the most poisonous hearts?"

Seeing her fierceness, An Shaoliang suddenly felt relieved, "It seems that I really can't afford to die."

Lian Yuqing punched him hard on the shoulder, "It's good to know."

An Shaolin painfully held her face and kissed her, the kiss was desperate and had an aura of decay.

Lian Yuqing's heart felt as if a huge boulder had suddenly fallen, weighing her down and making her breathless. She instinctively responded to him warmly.

She could clearly feel his fear.

After a long time, he let go of him, his eyes darkened, and he looked at her, "My father passed away, and I want to take you to his funeral."

"When?"

"today."

"good!"

Lian Yuqing hugged An Shaoliu tightly. No wonder he was so out of control today. Ever since she learned about his condition, the two of them had deliberately avoided it and never mentioned it.

Today was the first time he spoke out, and it also included the word "death".

She didn't know that An Shaoli and Mr. An had a feud, and she vaguely felt that it was more than just Shui Zhiruo. He had never mentioned it. Since it was a bad memory, she never wanted to touch his scar.

It can be seen that he still has feelings for his father.

"Let's go there early, maybe we need help!"

An Shaoliu smiled so heart-wrenchingly, "How about you pretend to be the boy next to me? However, I will definitely find an opportunity to tell him that this is his daughter-in-law."

Lian Yuqing punched her on the shoulder again, "Am I that shameful?"

"I'm afraid you'll make me too embarrassed."

An Shaoliang laughed weakly and said close to her ear, "Baby, wait, after I finish taking care of those people, I will take you through the market."

Up to this time, he was still worried about her mood and deliberately made her happy. She felt sour and couldn't explain the feeling. She just wanted to cry. She knew the weight of this promise.

An Shaoliu put the prepared black suit next to her, "Put it on, I'll check it out later."

After he left the door, he went to Bai Yi's place, and his expression immediately turned grim.

The two looked at each other in silence, Bai Yi shook his head.

An Shaolin stood up in shock, "How is that possible?"

Bai Yi was silent for a long time, "You sent their hair over that night, and the results came out the next day. None of them are An Shuai's father. But you are definitely blood relatives. Now I can't figure this out."

An Shaoliu suddenly remembered what his father said before he died. What did it mean?

Be careful about Shui Zhiruo?

Unfortunately, the most critical issue was only half-answered and not finished.

An Shaoliang walked up to Bai Yi and patted his shoulder, "Today is the day of his funeral. I feel uneasy and always feel that something will happen. I asked people to bring Bai Luo and Lian Fuping here. I know

You have the ability to keep them safe. For me and for yourself."

The two high-fived each other, which they only do when they are faced with a formidable enemy.

What happened three years ago, maybe that child really was a breakthrough.

Based on this perception, An Shaoqian forcibly separated the child from Shui Zhiruo. As for how she lived in Yishui, he no longer cared.

Since you dream of living in Yishui Villa, you should live as much as you can.

Soon, Bai Luo was sent over, and he met Bai Yi face to face. They looked at each other without saying a word and passed by each other.

An Shaoliang went to Lian Yuqing's room. When he saw that she was dressed like a man, his empty and unfocused eyes suddenly lit up. But then he looked at her long hair and laughed, "She really looks like an art hooligan."

Lian Yuqing snorted softly, "It's out of tune."

An Shaoliang walked over, wrapped her long hair around her arm, picked up the headband next to her and tied it carefully, then put the wig on her.

"Except that my face is a little paler and a little smaller, everything else is fine and okay."

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At nine o'clock, the funeral officially began.

The An family keeps a very low profile. In order to avoid the media cameras, An Shaoqiang, An Shaoyu, An Shaoling and Cai Qin did not appear at the front entrance.

An Yuchuan's mourning hall is located in the auditorium on the fourth floor. In order to keep a low profile, the An family did not write the owner's name on the water sign outside the door. The notice outside the funeral home stated that the media was not allowed inside or outside the auditorium, and video cameras and video cameras were not allowed inside.

, the staff also reminded everyone to decline interviews.

Soldiers with guns were guarding the outside of the funeral home, and two security guards were on guard outside the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, apart from the rest of the An family, there was only Lian Yuqing, dressed as a man, standing next to An Shaoliu.

Unexpectedly, it would be such an occasion to meet Mrs. An again. Lian Yuqing couldn't help but look at Mrs. An a few more times. She seemed to have aged for more than ten years in an instant. She no longer had the domineering attitude of the day. She just knelt there with a face full of sadness.

Cai Qin felt that someone was paying attention to her, raised her head and saw Lian Yuqing, and then withdrew her eyes without any expression, still immersed in painful self-blame and sadness.

The entire funeral was held as a military funeral, and the military flags of the Yuzhou Military Region were lowered by half, just to pay tribute to the old leader.

At about ten o'clock, An Shaolin appeared at the main entrance wearing sunglasses, and Lian Yuqing beside him was also dressed in the same way. The two of them were dressed in black, which made them a bit solemn. During this period, they did not respond to media questions, but they politely gave

Everyone takes photos.

First, three military area vehicles arrived and unloaded a large number of soldiers with guns, and martial law was imposed on the entire place.

All reporters and idlers at the door were quarantined, and leaders from the military region and the city came to pay their respects one after another.

Ye Qianfeng, An Shaoliang's former boss, shook hands with Cai Qin and said, "Lao An was a good commander. Both the military region and I express our deepest regrets. My condolences, Mrs. An."

When he passed An Shaolin, he patted his shoulder heavily and said, "Can you still resist? Don't worry too much about the past. It doesn't matter what's right or wrong anymore."

An Shaoliu gave a straight military salute, "Yes, Commander."

Lian Yuqing always felt that such a scene was too heavy, and couldn't help but blush. Soon, she would be like Mrs. An, kneeling there without even the strength to cry.

When she thought about it, she didn't even have the qualifications to kneel there.
Chapter completed!