Who is the saddest thing about He Changgeng’s death?

Of course it is He Zijing!

Her eyes were lost and she sat at the door of the ward. Her tears seemed to have dried up, her eyes were still red, and her sad face was pitiful.

Zhang Moqian walked out of the ward, looked at He Zijing's appearance at this moment, and sighed. People are all animals with emotions. No matter who it is, the long-legged girl is a killer. On the surface, she looks very cold, but the inner feelings are sincere. He Changgeng's death has a big blow to her.

After a while, someone came to push He Changgeng to the morgue.

The rules of the hospital are the same. If a person dies, it is impossible to leave him in the ward.

"Zijing, your father passed away at around six o'clock. Why did you open the door at half past seven o'clock tell us that we didn't even see him at the last sight?" After He Changgeng was pushed away, Fan Lihua looked at He Zijing, with a scent of questioning in it.

"The last glance?" He Zijing raised her pretty face and smiled coldly: "Are you worthy?"

"He Zijing, you..." Fan Lihua raised her face and said sternly: "He Zijing, do you know who you are talking to? Although you are not my own, in name, I am still your mother."

He Zijing sneered and shook her head. She didn't say anything, and she was too lazy to explain anything.

Now that my father has just passed away, she doesn't want to quarrel with Fan Lihua. She must avenge her mother's grudge, but not now... the hospital has so many eyes, and my father has just passed away. If she quarrels with Fan Lihua, she will lose her father He Changgeng's face.

"Let's go." He Zijing glanced at Zhang Moqian and said.

Zhang Moqian nodded, and under the noses of Fan Lihua and He Dongming, he followed He Zijing quickly left and entered the elevator and went downstairs. He Zijing got on Zhang Moqian's Mercedes-Benz S350. He Zijing had just lost his father. Zhang Moqian knew what to do and said at this time, and he had nothing to say. He stopped the car while carrying He Zijing for a while, bought breakfast on the side of the road and took it back to the car.

"Eat something, you haven't eaten for a day and a night." Zhang Moqian handed the breakfast to He Zijing.

He Zijing shook her head slowly, "I can't eat it."

Zhang Moqian sighed and said, "Take you to a place."

The car starts.

Zhang Moqian turned the front of the car and walked forward.

Two hours later, after arriving in Jinshan District and parked the car, Zhang Moqian pulled He Zijing to the beach.

The two found a place to sit down and face the sea. Zhang Moqian looked at He Zijing and slowly said, "I don't know how to comfort you. In life, you have to go through a lot of things. Uncle He left, don't hold it in, just cry, just cry. Tell you about my affairs. My mother always loved me very much. When I was a child, my father forced me to learn a lot of things, and I beat and scolded me from time to time. Every time my mother came forward to protect me. So, I kept kissing my mother. Every time she taught me piano, guqin, guzheng, and erhu, I learned very seriously. At that time, I was frivolous and went to school. I caused trouble a lot, but my mother wouldn't scold me... Later, when I went to the army, I could only contact my mother by phone. And when we were training in the army, we were not allowed to use our mobile phones, and we were allowed to contact our home once a month... Later, my mother was killed and I didn't even see her for the last time."

Zhang Moqian said, thinking of his mother's appearance again, and his nose couldn't help but feel sad, "My mother said that I, Zhang Moqian, is her son of Tang Youyang, and she, Tang Youyang, is my mother. This is a fate in the past and present life. Zijing, I will not stop you from crying. Parents leave, and children should cry. But I hope that after crying, you can cheer up. Uncle He left this world, but your life still has to continue. You are the continuation of his life."

He Zijing looked at Zhang Moqian with tears in her eyes, "My mother is dead, and even my father who loves me is dead."

Zhang Moqian gently put his shoulder on He Zijing and said, "Your parents are gone, but there are many people in this world who love you. This is how life is. I understand your mood. Cry, it will be much better if you cry."

“Woo woo woo woo…”

At this moment, He Zijing, the strong female killer, finally leaned on Zhang Moqian's shoulder and cried loudly. How strong she is, she is always a woman, a woman with feelings...

Zhang Moqian didn't say anything, but just silently gave He Zijing a shoulder to rely on.

I don’t know how long it took, He Zijing’s crying gradually decreased and then disappeared. After a while, she raised her pretty face and said with red eyes: “Thank you.”

"You're welcome."

"When I was training in the Devouring Residence, every time I couldn't hold on, I would secretly leave the Devouring Residence headquarters to see the sea. The sea could give me a sense of peace." He Zijing looked at Dahai in front of me and said, "Zhang Moqian, you are right. My father left me, but I still have to continue living because I am the continuation of my father and my mother's lives. I have to live for them and for myself."

Zhang Moqian smiled, "It's good that you can understand."

The two sat by the beach until dusk before leaving. Zhang Moqian took He Zijing back. On the way, they found a good restaurant and ordered a few dishes. Although after Zhang Moqian's guidance, He Zijing, who had lost her father, still couldn't eat much.

"You have a house outside, don't go back today, live outside." Zhang Moqian thought for a while and said. It was not that he didn't believe in the skills of the long-legged girl, but He Changgeng just passed away today. The long-legged girl was in a bad mood and her vigilance would be significantly reduced. If Fan Lihua took the opportunity to take action, would there be any problems?

"No, I want to go back." He Zijing said firmly.

"My father just passed away, I have to go back to the He family." He Zijing said: "Don't worry, my father's funeral has not been held yet. Fan Lihua will not touch me at this time, and she can't touch me either."

Zhang Moqian nodded, and did not stop the long-legged girl from driving him back to the He family villa in Hongkou District.

"I hope you can arrive on the day my father's funeral." After reaching the He family villa, He Zijing looked at Zhang Moqian and said.

"I will."

Zhang Moqian drove away in a Mercedes-Benz S350, He Zijing walked into the villa, and Zhang Moqian drove He Zijing to bring him, which was seen by Fan Lihua and He Dongming.

"Zijing, when did you get involved with Zhang Moqian?" Fan Lihua asked with a frown.

"Aunt Fan, I have grown up and have the right to make friends by myself." He Zijing retorted.

"Mom, let's not talk about this for now." He Dongming saw that his mother Fan Lihua and his sister He Zijing had bad faces. He knew that if this continued, the two would definitely quarrel, so he quickly changed the topic and said: "Dad passed away, we should not let him stay in the cold morgue anymore. Hurry up and resolve the cemetery and get buried as soon as possible."

"I have chosen the cemetery, Fushou Garden in Qingpu District." Fan Lihua waved her hand.

"Qingpu District Fushou Garden?" He Zijing shook her head decisively when she heard the address of her father's cemetery: "I don't agree, my father should be buried in Songhe Garden."

Compared with Songhe Garden and Fushou Garden, the level of Fushou Garden is obviously higher. The cemeteries in Fushou Garden are basically the highest in the Demon City. An ordinary cemetery is more than 100,000 yuan. This money can be built in southern Yunnan. Moreover, the cemeteries in Fushou Garden are not only expensive, but in some places they cannot be sold even if they have money, because the cemeteries buried here are all famous people from the Demon City, and the cemeteries of many deceased bosses are in Fushou Garden.

However, He Zijing disagreed with his father being buried in Fushou Garden.

Because she knew that her father had always loved her mother deeply. When her mother was killed by Fan Lihua, her father He Changgeng buried her mother in Songhe Garden. Although the price there was not as expensive as Fushou Garden, the environment was excellent. Moreover, her father also bought the cemetery next to her mother. He Zijing knew what her father meant and wanted to be buried with her mother.

This is He Changgeng’s wish.

However, He Changgeng was afraid that because of this, his daughter and Fan Lihua had a dispute, so he did not tell He Zijing that he wanted to be buried in Songhe Garden when he was dying.

However, not saying He Changgeng does not mean that He Zijing does not know his wish.

"Songhe Garden?" Fan Lihua was so smart. She didn't know what He Zijing was thinking, so she shook her head decisively and said, "I have decided to bury your father in Fushou Garden."

"It must be Songhe Garden!" He Zijing had no intention of compromise at all.

Fan Lihua said angrily in her heart: "He Zijing, I am the mistress of this family. It is up to me to decide where your father is buried."

She didn't love He Changgeng. She chose to marry He Changgeng in order to get better revenge on Zhang Yiqun. However, she couldn't tolerate any sand in her eyes, just like He Changgeng had a mistress outside... He Zijing's mother, Fan Lihua also wanted to completely remove the sand.

If He Changgeng was buried in Songhe Garden after his death and was buried with his mistress, where would she put her face?

"Haha? Miss?" He Zijing sneered, "Fan Lihua, we have endured each other for so long. You might as well open the skylight and say something bright. My father has never loved you. He loves my mother. After he dies, of course he should be buried with my mother."

"Open the skylight and say something bright?" Fan Lihua looked at He Zijing and sneered: "He Zijing, He Zijing, I really don't know where you got the confidence to challenge me? You want to fight with me, but you are still a little tender."

"Is that true?"

He Zijing narrowed her eyes and smiled coldly. Then she walked forward, picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table in the living room, pointed to the jewelry hanging on the wall in the distance, and said coldly: "Do you think this knife can be inserted into the wall? I think it can."

After saying that, He Zijing exerted force on his wrist and the fruit knife was thrown out.

In the blink of an eye, the ornaments hanging on the wall in the distance fell off, and the fruit knife penetrated deeply into the wall, until the handle of the knife, which still trembled continuously on the wall.

Fan Lihua and He Dongming were completely shocked!
Chapter completed!