"Hua!"
Xiaocai pulled out the iron chain from the cupboard and walked to the front of Zhang Qing.
"No, no, you let me talk to him again. I beg you, don’t kill me …!"
"There are still 500,000 yuan in the cupboard that he prepared when I just negotiated with you," Xiaocai sighed. "He told me at that time that this money might not be able to … I didn’t understand it … Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with him!"
"I can’t help it. I’m a woman …!"
"Hua!"
Xiaocai turned his head and directly wound the chain around Zhang Qing’s neck. "This fucking dog fuck era!"
……
five minutes later
Xiaocai stepped out of the room and said to Lao Li, "It’s over!"
"Do as I tell you," Lao Li ordered, and turned to leave. "She is smashing a crack in the Wangs’ house!"
Chapter 1 Pot
Longcheng wangjia
Wang Tiannan’s mother Xiaoqin sat in the living room without saying anything, sleeping or eating, and looked at the coffin in a daze.
Because Wang Tiannan died violently and was still young, according to the customs, there was no way at home to make a big deal like the death of a very old man. It was very awkward to put a mourning shed in the daytime according to the specifications of the junior generation and add that he had no children and women to give him a wake.
"Auntie, why don’t you have a rest in the building? Let’s just watch here." A fellow with Wang Tianna bent down and shouted at Xiaoqin in the big room.
"I’m … I’m not tired." Xiaoqin raised his head and asked with red eyes. "Are you hungry? I’ll let the kitchen get some food taken late at night."
"Forget it, auntie, we’re not hungry."
"Get something to eat and have been busy for two days." Xiaoqin slowly got up and walked out of the living room step by step, rushing to the left cooking stove.
Into the kitchen Xiaoqin glanced at the sleeping cook and shouted "Old Xu, old Xu!"
The cook got up from bed in a daze and rubbed his eyes and asked, "What’s the matter?"
"Please cook something for everyone," Xiaoqin said politely. "A dozen people in the room have been busy all day and haven’t eaten anything."
"Ah, I’ll wash my face and make some noodles." Cooks are also diligent and rub their faces and get into bed.
Xiaoqin swept to Wang Tiannan’s usual dinner table in the room, and his usual tableware was placed on the table. Suddenly, memories flooded into her mind.
Grief may be experienced by those who have parents after such an unfortunate experience.
Xiaoqin looked at the kitchen, and everything was in her head. Her mood collapsed again and she squatted at the door and cried uncontrollably.
The young students are also blocked when they listen and cry in the hospital, but they don’t know how to persuade them to stay where they are.
"Oh, Xiaoqin, don’t cry. I feel terrible …" Aunt Wang Tiannan walked out of the main room and came to the kitchen door with her eyes red, holding Xiaoqin and persuading her.
"Bang!"
At this moment, a young man outside the gate looked flustered and rushed over to open his mouth and shouted, "Aunt Aunt Zhang Qing has news."
Xiaoqin suddenly looked up with tears on his face and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say?"