As soon as Yun Zuofan said it, the audience was shocked!

The son is coming to see off his mother to the end?!

What a word!

Not only him, but all the people in the entire villa hall looked at the third young master of the Yun family in amazement!

This white-clothed funeral is simply shocking!!

The four men carried a huge coffin of golden silk nanmu.

The door of the villa opened, and it was pitch black outside, with heavy rain and the sound of suona shaking the sky.

The wind blew, and the spirit flags surged like wolves.

The interior of the villa was originally exquisitely beautiful and festively decorated.

Because this suona coffin is white, it looks like a funeral now!

Funeral in white clothes at the birthday party!

How domineering!

For a moment, the entire hall was white.

Ji Xue's face was still ruddy and shiny, but now it was white, she covered her chest with her hands, looking weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Her lips trembled, her eyes were misty, she went to look at Yun Zuofan, and said in a trembling voice.

"You...... Are you cursing me to death? ”

Yun Liangzhe looked at Ji Xue distressedly, hugged Ji Xue's small waist, looked at Yun Zuofan with an angry face, and roared in a low voice.

"What are you talking about!! Your mom isn't dead yet! Who are you here to send the end?! Yes?! Carry this coffin out for me!! ”

Yun Zuofan looked at him and said softly, "Huh?" He continued with a look of disdain.

"Carry it out?! Since they are all here, there is no reason to go. ”

After speaking, Yun Zuofan raised his head slightly, put his hand on the black filial piety card on his arm, buckled it lightly, and then hooked the corners of his lips and said.

"And it's a gift from me! The eldest brother has a gift, how can I, as a younger brother, not have it? ”

Yun Yiqiu crumpled the contract in his hand!

He gave his mother a company to fulfill his mother's dream.

And what is Yun Zuofan coerced this brute?

Send a coffin, send a guard of honor?!

Is this called a gift?

Does this deserve to be called a gift?!

Yun Yiqiu stood next to Yun Liangzhe and Ji Xue, his face was extremely dark, he really couldn't stand Yun Zuofan's appearance that looked like mockery, strode up to Yun Zuofan's side, and raised his hand to grab Yun Zuofan's collar.

He didn't want others to hear him, so he lowered his voice and drank.

"Yun Zuofan, it's your mother's bad luck, don't come to my mother!"

Yun Zuofan slapped Yun Yiqiu's hand away, looked at him coldly, and said.

"You also know that today is my mother's sacrifice day? Who wouldn't want to live on my mother's birthday on my mother's memorial day?! ”

Yun Yiqiu also looked at Yun Zuofan coldly, and his voice was so cold that he could drop ice slag.

"Your mother died on her own, and no one put a knife on her neck!"

Two equally tall men stood in one place.

Just looking at the appearance, there are some similarities.

Moreover, the same white clothes.

Yun Yiqiu's suit is noble and straight, properly cut, and there are dark lines under the light, and the dragon pattern totem is extremely noble.

And the white cloth shirt worn by Yun Zuofan is a filial piety dress.

As the saying goes, you have to be filial to you.

Yun Zuofan himself looks noble and handsome, his peach blossom eyes are shining, and he has the grace of a young master.

This filial piety dress is not suitable at all, it is a bit big, and there is a feeling of emptiness on him, and it looks like he has lost a little weight against Yun Zuofan.

Yun Zuofan's hair was also drenched in the rain, and he casually picked it up with his hands to the back, and a strand hung down in front of him.

His eyes were cold, and he raised his eyebrows to look at Yun Yiqiu.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Yun Yiqiu looked away and commanded those who played suona to carry the coffin.

"Y'all get out of here!! This is not the place for you to stay! ”

The funeral team was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to leave.

But I heard a milky female voice say.

"What are you going to do? Where there are dead people, isn't it a place of mourning? ”

The audience looked at Tong Yaoyao, who spoke.

Tong Yaoyao was dressed in a white filial piety dress, standing plain and beautiful, with water on her forehead, facing everyone's gaze and said.

"Yun Shao's mother died. The dead are great, and the birthday of the living will be celebrated, and the day of the death of the dead will naturally be celebrated, there is nothing wrong with it. ”

Ji Xue's whole body trembled, and she shouted to Tong Yaoyao. ，

"There are no dead people here! His mom died and let him go to the cemetery! ”

After speaking, Tong Yaoyao raised her head directly to look at Ji Xue, tilted her head, and spoke.

"Eh, old aunt, aren't you going to be Yun Shao's mother? What's the matter, how many mothers does Young Master Yun have? ”