The old house of the Qin family.

The condolence ceremony ended at four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, and Uncle Mo was temporarily sent to the funeral home for temporary storage, and two days later he will be buried in the ancestral mausoleum of the Qin family.

During this whole day, there were countless condolences sent to the guests.

This is also the first time that Yan Shiqi has clearly recognized the deep-rooted power of the Licheng family.

Even at the memorial service, there is still no shortage of people who take the opportunity to climb and make friends.

It was past half past four o'clock in the afternoon.

Approaching the evening sky, the cold wind gusted, on the road leading to the Qin family's old house, a column of luxury cars drove out of the inner courtyard of the villa and drove along the sandwich road to Puao Town.

At a quarter past five o'clock in the evening, a water luxury car was parked in front of the town, and the more low-key one was the phaeton.

This is a scenic retreat close to the Pulan Mountains.

Although it is far from the city, there are many guests on weekdays, and the architectural features are all Austrian-style, and the houses with steeples are built on the water, which is beautiful and comfortable.

Tonight, the Qin family chartered the entire Puao town and held a thank-you banquet. Although Uncle Mo's identity is special, he is not the closest blood of the major families after all.

According to custom, after the condolences are over, the bereaved family will thank them, which can be regarded as a beautiful aftermath for Uncle Mo.

At this moment, Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu were sitting in the rest area next to the town's dinner hall, the thank-you banquet had not yet started, and Han Yunting and Qiao Qing were talking in a low voice from time to time.

Soon, Han Yunting lifted the gold wire frame, his eyes shuttled among the guests coming and going around for a few seconds, and then asked, "Where is Xiao Yu?"

He vaguely remembered that he hadn't seen the stinky boy since the morning.

Today, there are many Qin family members, and he attended on behalf of the Han family, and he has been busy during this period, but he ignored Mo Liangyu.

On such an occasion as the thank-you banquet, people from the major families will not be absent, even the eldest brother Ling Wanxing is still sitting at the main table of the banquet hall with Qin Baiyan talking, the main family has not spoken, and no one will lose face and leave first.

This is the rule, and it is also the etiquette.

At this time, Yan Shiqi heard his words, subconsciously raised his eyes from the mobile phone, flashed, and finally chose to be silent.

Xiao Yu should be looking for Ling Mi, right?

The man beside her was half-propping his forehead, slightly closing his eyelids, the expression on his face was very heavy, his thin lips moved, and before he could make a sound, Qiao Qing, who was sitting opposite and smoking a cigarette, raised his eyebrows on one side, "I saw him drive away in the morning, something is wrong." ”

Han Yunting scolded secretly.

What is important today for him to leave everything behind?

Just as he was talking about the parties, Mo Liangyu appeared from outside the door of the rest area.

He was still dressed in a solemn black suit, but he was not alone, because he was still accompanied by Ling Mi, who had a haggard face.

Tonight, she came in a long black dress that accentuated her figure.

Yan Shiqi looked at the scene where Mo Liangyu and Ling Mi appeared in the field of vision, and the corners of her mouth slowly climbed into a faint smile.

In Lucheng, he was slapped by Wen Cheng, but now it looks like there is no trace.

Yan Shiqi's gaze skimmed over Ling Mi, but the latter didn't look at her, and as she and Mo Liangyu walked at the same time, there was no one else in those eyes except Qin Baiyu.

Her self-righteous feelings are sometimes really disgusting.

"Han Laosan, why are you looking at me like this?" Mo Liangyu came to the table, and when he saw Han Yunting's gaze, he was a little confused.

Han Yunting glanced at him coldly, and then glanced at Ling Mi, who had a very far-fetched smile, and didn't say much, and said to the vacant Nunu beside him, "Don't stand, sit down." ”

He didn't want to deal with Mo Liangyu, and brought Ling Mi regardless of the occasion, maybe he was looking for death!