Marriage first and then love: the president enforces the pet

Chapter 347 Mu Linfeng's Funeral
"Xiao Wan, can you calm down? How sad should your father be? How sad?"

Han Jingchen held her by the shoulder and made her look at him.

But what he saw from her eyes was nothing but despair.That despair seemed to overwhelm her.

He could feel her despair just by looking at her, but he couldn't bear this feeling for her.

"I don't care, I just want my father, I don't believe he is dead, I don't believe it."

Mu Wanqing became more and more excited, and her struggle became more and more intense.

Han Jingchen had no choice but to knock her unconscious and take her back.

Mu Linfeng's funeral was held the day after his death, and no one was notified, only a few members of the Han family, and Ji Haotian.

Mu Wanqing leaned on Mu Linfeng's tombstone, and finally understood Ding Moxi's mother's mood at that time.

Despair, endless despair.

She originally thought that even if something happened to her, it should be her first, but she didn't expect that in the end, it would be the people around her who had accidents one after another.

Accidents keep happening to those who know each other and those who are close and distant.

She didn't understand why God would treat her like this.

After the funeral, Mr. Han left with Han Jingshen and Ji Haotian, leaving only Han Jingchen to accompany her.

It wasn't raining at first, but she stayed there for most of the day, when the sky began to drizzle.

Han Jingchen stood next to her holding an umbrella, his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Xiao Wan, let's go back, even a father like you won't feel at ease when he leaves."

Like her, he was called Mu Linfeng's father.

As if she didn't hear what he said, Mu Wanqing leaned there on her own, not crying, but a deep sadness pervaded her body.

Since she was knocked out yesterday, she hasn't spoken a word to Han Jingchen, to be precise, she hasn't spoken a word to anyone. When people ask her, it's as if she didn't hear it.

Even when taking a bath, Han Jingchen carried her to wash, and when going out today, Han Jingchen changed the clothes for her.

Now she is like a porcelain doll, a porcelain doll that has lost her life.

She didn't answer, and Han Jingchen wasn't angry, he just frowned, which got deeper.

"Xiao Wan, will you go home with me?"

Mu Wanqing looked up at him blankly, and asked blankly, "Go home? Is there still a home?"

Dad is dead, mom is gone, does she still have a home?
Finally heard her speak, even if it was such a desperate word, Han Jingchen was still relieved.

He beckoned to No. [-] who was not far away, and told No. [-] to open an umbrella. He leaned over and hugged her.

"There is still a home, as long as there is you and me, there is still a home."

Even if there is no one day, he will create a home for her.

Mu Wanqing didn't resist, just stared at him blankly, finally leaned into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Because of Mu Linfeng's matter, she almost had no sleep all night, and now she couldn't make it through after all, and fell asleep.

Seeing her quiet appearance, Han Jingchen sighed and took her back to the Han residence.

Because of Mu Linfeng's matter, Han Jingchen handed over all the work at hand to Ji Haotian, and took care of Mu Wanqing wholeheartedly.

He is by her side every day, and he is responsible for her every detail of life.

Although Mu Wanqing was still sad, she slowly recovered from her grief and started to continue what she had done before.

Because Han Jingchen was still worried, he still stayed with her every day, and didn't go back to the company until he was sure that she was really okay.

(End of this chapter)