Outright Favoritism Chapter 71: : Shang Yu came under the rain

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The funeral work is simple to say, but there are many necessary processes in operation.

From organizing the remains of the deceased to putting the coffin into the coffin, the engulfing teacher needs to be operated by the side.

In the service room, Li Qiao and Mo Qi are standing near a cart full of tools, making preparations.

When they were ready, the three people stood together in white coats and bowed to the deceased on the console to show respect.

The rest of the time, they carried out every link in an orderly manner on the console.

However, when Mo Qi was preparing to beautify his remains, he saw the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "This... death is terrible."

This young man who died accidentally has many scars on his body. Because of blood clotting, the wounds look very hideous and they are all chopped wounds.

Death can be described as miserable.

Mo Qi suddenly remembered what Li Qiao said: Sometimes living people are more scary.

At this moment, Li Qiao and Jiuzheng stitched up the wound carefully with gloves. Hearing Mo Qi's voice, they both raised their eyes at the same time and warned in unison: "Quiet!"

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About two hours, the process of organizing the remains is over.

Zhong Jiugong, who was over fifty years old, showed a tired face, looking at the young man who was sleeping peacefully behind the groom, exhaled a suffocating breath, and told Mo Qi: "Okay, tell them to send them to the mourning hall for the final Say goodbye."

At this time, it is approaching nine o'clock in the morning, and the rain has not slowed down.

After washing, Li Qiao, Zhong Jiugong and others followed the staff to the mourning hall. Before they even started, they saw this scene.

In the solemn and solemn black-and-white mourning hall, nearly fifty people were standing densely at this time.

Everyone wore a uniform black suit, with white flowers of condolence on their chests, and the team was uniform, with solemn expressions.

Through the gap in Yingyingzhuozhuo, at the forefront of the team, there is a conspicuous and tall figure standing impressively.

Zhong Jiugong walked in from the side with Mo Qi and Li Qiao, and the imposing team of condolences added a lot of oppression to the place.

As they approached, Li Qiao also saw the independent figure standing in front of the crystal coffin, it was Shang Yu.

Today, his clothes are more formal and solemn than every time, and the buttons on the collar of his shirt are tightly tied to the top.

Li Qiao stood in the corner, staring at the man's calm and solemn cheek for a moment.

It turns out that the young man really belongs to him.

It took a long time to pay homage to the appearance. Because there were so many people, it was close to ten o'clock that the coffin was closed and sent to the hearse.

Before setting off for the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery, it seemed that even God felt a deep sorrow, and the rain was getting worse and worse.

In the heavy rain, countless black cars with white silk hanging on them, followed behind the hearse, and drove slowly towards Nanyang Mountain.

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During the burial, all the people headed by Shang Yu stood in the rain, watching the staff lower their coffins to seal the soil.

This tragic young man finally slept peacefully in the cemetery on the back mountain of the Nanyang Mansion.

In the rain, Li Qiao stood at the back of the crowd wearing a mask, watching this scene with mixed feelings in her heart.

Everyone knows the world, Nanyang Shang Shaoyan is cold-blooded and ruthless, killing wildness, probably never seen him at such a moment of affection today.

Because he is Shaoyan Shang, he could have not done this.

Without a moment, the team in front suddenly spread out to the sides in an orderly manner.

In the aisle supported by the black silk umbrella, Shang Yu stepped in the rain, and the handsome face under the umbrella was still sharp and arrogant.

He came to Zhong Jiugong, his eyes were as deep as ink and nodded, "Jiu Gong, I have work."