Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"Early morning, I have worked hard for you lately." Jian Zhifei said softly, referring to Li Qingchen's hard work to take care of Mo Yanbai, and Mo Yanbai didn't even remember Li Qingchen.

"It's not hard, I should do it." Li Qingchen said.

Jian Zhifei glanced at them, then retreated.

Mo Yanbai turned around: "What did you just say?"

"I want to say..." Li Qingchen wanted to move out tomorrow, and asked him to give himself a divorce certificate by the way, but what Jian Zhifei said just now prevented Li Qingchen from opening the mouth. Mo Yanbai needs someone to take care of him. I can't stand this stimulation either.

She changed her words and said, "I want to say, I will accompany you to the funeral of Wanjingfeng tomorrow."

She didn't want to be so selfish and leave at this critical moment.

Even if you want to leave, you have to wait until everything stabilizes.

So she decided not to mention divorce for the time being.

"Yeah." Mo Yanbai did not object.

"Sorry, Master Mo, Wan Jingfeng's death was caused purely by me. I am really sorry."

Mo Yanbai glanced at her: "You don't need to take everything on yourself. The criminal police team is on duty, and injuries and sacrifices are inevitable."

"But if it wasn't because of my skill at the time that I didn't have time to escape the bullet, Wan Jingfeng would not have sacrificed..."

"Stop talking!" Mo Yanbai's voice became much more serious.

He didn't want to hear such boring reasons and comfort.

Li Qingchen shut up and lowered his head.

"If it's okay, rest and go to bed early." Mo Yanbai took his bathrobe and went to the bathroom first.

He finished washing quickly, and Li Qingchen did not go to the bathroom until then.

Compared with before, Mo Yanbai is now a lot more calm and serious, and a lot more indifferent.

In fact, maybe it was indifferent before, but during the period of being transferred to Li Qingchen's body, there was no indifferent aura in his body, so he seemed to be much closer.

Li Qingchen came out after washing and found that he had taken the quilt and was lying on the sofa.

Li Qingchen originally planned to sleep on the sofa by herself. Seeing that he had closed her eyes, she didn't speak and went to bed alone.

Early the next morning, Li Qingchen and Mo Yanbai went to the funeral of Wanjingfeng.

All the other players have arrived.

My father and my mother and Bantendan are here.

The Wan family cried and turned into tears. When they saw Mo Yanbai, they all stood up.

Mo Yanbai and Li Qingchen, both dressed in black, bowed to them.

Li Qingchen was especially guilty. After all, she couldn't escape responsibility for this matter.

"Master Mo, Master Mo, there is a boy in our house in Jingfeng..." Wan Mu suddenly cried and grabbed Mo Yanbai's hand, heartbroken, "What do you want me to do in the future..."

Others hurriedly supported her and comforted her: "Aunt Wan, don't worry, Jingfeng was sacrificed on duty, and the Interpol will not ignore Wanjia."

"But my son is gone, my son is gone to save your captain..." Wan Mu cried and cried, and the despair in his words also revealed the meaning of blaming Mo Yanbai.

Mo Yanbai could understand her feelings. The person who died was Wan Jingfeng. He was also very sad and wished to do it for him.

But facts are facts, and they are not shifted by human willpower.

Mo Yanbai stretched out his hand to support her and said softly: "Aunt Wan, Jing Feng's sacrifice is valuable. We will remember all the things he did. We will also be responsible for you and uncle's future retirement."