Chapter 1517: See the 'ghost' mortuary teacher (12)
She decided in her heart to go ahead with the plan she made before.
But she doesn't know, she has no chance...
Ling Wuzhi had just returned to his car, and was almost startled by Qiu, who was sitting in the back seat of his own seat.
Fortunately, Xi Ziqiu's virtual form is not as pale as a ghost, otherwise Ling Wuwei really thought he was a ghost!
patted the little heart that was beating wildly, and she asked, "Ziqiu, how is it? Have you found any evidence?"
Xi Ziqiu nodded and shook his head, almost making Ling Wuzhi bewildered.
"Lin Yufei is very cautious. He doesn't keep any transaction records. These days, maybe because of my death and the news that I was murdered, Lin Yufei didn't make any transactions."
Tomorrow is the time for his memorial service. It seems impossible to deal with Lin Yufei before that.
"Well, it doesn't matter, it's impossible for him not to make deals all the time." Ling Wuzhi comforted Xi Ziqiu.
Xi Ziqiu nodded and looked at Ling Wuyi: "How have you been these days?"
"I'm quite busy." Ling Wuzhi replied with a smile, and then some doubts: "Why are you here?"
"When I was about to go back, I happened to see you driving to this neighborhood, so I followed."
Xi Ziqiu didn't lie either, he was closer and talked to Ling Wuzhi.
But he was curious about what Ling Wuzhi was doing here, so he watched from a distance.
Actually, Xi Ziqiu was there when Ling Wuwei arrived at Lin Na's house, but it was far away from Ling Wuwei.
"Who is Zhuang Yan?" Xi Ziqiu asked Ling Wuzhi.
Ling Wuyi didn't speak, she started the car and left, because she saw Zhuang Yan walking towards her.
Zhuang Yan originally wanted to stop Ling Wuzhi's car, but seeing Ling Wuzhi driving so fast, he jumped back two steps in fright.
Looking at Ling Wuzhang's car, Zhuang Yan took out his mobile phone and called her.
Zhuang Yan's call, Ling Wuzhi hung up with just one glance.
Xi Ziqiu saw the caller ID on the phone, turned his head to look at Ling Wuzhi, and waited for her to answer the question he just asked.
Ling Wuyi pursed her lips, and then said, "Zhuang Yan is my ex-boyfriend. Some time ago, I found out that he was with my cousin behind his back."
"I never thought that my closest cousin would be with my boyfriend. In order to prevent everyone from losing their dignity, I chose to break up first."
Ling Wuzhi's tone was soft, and there seemed to be sadness in it, but it seemed that there was no sadness.
Looking at Ling Wuzhi's profile, Xi Ziqiu felt inexplicably distressed.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Ling Wuzhi, but his fingers disappeared as soon as they touched her arm.
pursed his lips slightly, Xi Ziqiu opened his mouth and said, "Don't feel sorry for those who don't deserve it, such relatives and men, don't be your luck!"
Actually, when Aunt Chen was cooking, Xi Ziqiu was beside him, and he heard Aunt Chen whispering disgusting words to Chen Ruoruo.
At that time, Xi Ziqiu knew that this so-called aunt was not as good as an outsider.
At least from Xi Ziqiu's point of view, both Yang Wenhao and An Yuan treat Chen Ruoruo very well!
Ling Wuyi nodded lightly: "Well, you are right, such relatives and men are not my luck!"
Xi Ziqiu didn't speak anymore, there was only the sound of music in the car——
Ling Wuzhi drove to the place Yang Wenhao said.
There, an old man died suddenly while eating.
The family members were all with the old man, and they were going to bury the old man. So I don't want to send the old man to the funeral home, so I have a funeral directly at home.
Yang Wenhao and An Yuan had already arrived when Ling Wuzhi arrived, but Ling Wuzhi was not late.
Enter the villa, put on work clothes, and do the cleaning.
The old man went fairly peacefully, and there was no pain on his face.
is already ninety-nine years old, and everyone in the family has been psychologically prepared, although it is still very sad.
This kind of deceased old man, Ling Wuzhi, their job is to clean the body of the deceased and organize the remains.
After finishing all this and returning to the residence, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
Ling Wuyi first went back to the room to wash his hair and take a shower, and then sat on the sofa with Xi Ziqiu to watch the computer.
tilted his head and glanced at Mat Qiu who 'sit' beside her, Ling Wuzhi couldn't help but raised his lips and smiled.
Because Mat Qiqiu couldn't touch anything, so he said he was 'sitting', but he didn't touch the sofa at all.
"It's funny?" Xi Ziqiu raised his eyebrows and asked Ling Wuzhi.
Of course he knew what Ling Wuzhi was laughing at, and he also had a smile on his face.
Ling Wuyi coughed lightly, holding back a smile and shaking his head: "It's not funny"
"You don't have to hold back if you want to laugh. In fact, I also want to laugh." Xi Ziqiu said.
Ling Wuxiao opened his mouth and was about to speak when he received a call from Yang Wenhao again.
sighed, knowing that there was another order to pick up without picking it up.
"Boss..."
"Go back to the company to take the order, I'm in a hurry."
"...Okay, I'll be back here."
hung up the phone, Ling Wuyi resignedly changed clothes and shoes, and took the car keys to go out——
Yang Wenhao said he was in a hurry, and he was really in a hurry.
There are several deceased who need to be sorted out, An Yuan and Yang Wenhao and she are both responsible for one deceased.
There are few people who do this kind of work, and those who are busy are all night.
But it was fine tonight, with Mat Qiu by her side.
There is no one in the workshop except Ling Wuwei and the deceased. Occasionally, he can talk to Xi Ziqiu——
When the work is over, it is already eight o'clock the next morning.
Ling Wuwei was about to go home, and suddenly thought that today was the memorial service of 'Ma Ziqiu'.
She tilted her head to look at Xi Ziqiu and asked him, "Today is your memorial service, are you going to see it?"
Xi Ziqiu shook his head: "No, I don't want to see those fake people attending my memorial service."
Since you can't stop it, you can't see it.
Xi Ziqiu's eyes were a little cold, because he thought of the scene he saw when he was following Lin Yufei——
"My son is dead, and your company can't pay 50 million yuan, right? You know, when my son is not dead, it's more than 50 million!"
Xi's mother's face was full of desire for money, not the slightest sadness of her son's accidental death.
Lin Yufei raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face: "50 million is already the company's benevolence and righteousness. You must know that Xi Ziqiu committed suicide, not an accident at work."
"That's not what you said! If it wasn't for the fact that your company arranged too much work for my son, my son wouldn't be under too much pressure, right? And if you say suicide, maybe my son was too tired from work and came home and leaned on the balcony. Did you accidentally fall down?"
After speaking, Mother Xi sneered and took out her phone to find a screenshot to show Lin Yufei: "This screenshot of the news Weibo, I think it is a bit credible, I now suspect that my son was murdered. !"
Lin Yufei frowned, looking at Mother Xi with a cold expression: "What do you want?"
Mother Xi raised her index finger and said three words: "One hundred million."
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[Seeing that some readers said that the host of the president is based on Qiao Renliang, what Mei Kai wants to say is: No matter which entertainment theme Mei Kai writes about, no one is the prototype! The theme of this world is 'The Undertaker' and the inspiration also comes from the Undertaker! So please don't substitute any stars! 】