President Wife is Pretty and Cool

Mo Jinrong hung up the phone.

Old Mrs. Mo cursed at the phone, confused.

"Little bastard! Dare to hang up on my phone!"

"Old lady, does Young Master Jinrong have any plans? This young grandma is the Mo family's wife. Even if she wants to do it, it will be organized by the Mo family. How can there be a mother's family who can't wait to hold a funeral? I don't think this Lan family is a fuel-efficient lamp. "

Wu Ma guessed afterwards.

"The Lan family can still do it, but it’s really a headache to hear that they have an unconscious son. No matter what, I’m going to see what kind of demon this family is doing. An Ran’s life or death is uncertain, so I started to organize the funeral. It's really shameful!"

Old Mrs. Mo had never seen a nasty family like the Lan family, and she felt a little more contemptuous in her heart.

...

Soon, Lan Tingyi had everything ready. The funeral was held in an abandoned warehouse. The reason for choosing this place was that it was cheap. Lan Tingyi was reluctant to spend the money to rent an expensive venue.

Now many reporters gathered around waiting for Mo Jinrong to appear.

When Lan Yanran came to this place, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction. How could his sister's funeral be so shabby? Fortunately, it wasn't true, otherwise he would have to beat his head.

Xu Yanshan was busy greeting the guests, serving some simple tea, with bursts of smiles on her face, as if she was a okay person.

"Yeah, my sister is gone, you are still embarrassed to collect money, you are embarrassed to collect this money?"

Lan Yanran walked to Lan Yaxin's side and said angrily.

Lan Yaxin counted the money over and over, and cried with a sad expression on her face.

"Yan Ran, although I usually have a bad relationship with my sister, I am also sad that my sister is gone. I temporarily helped my second uncle and aunt to collect the money. I will give it to you when it is over, otherwise you will come. Close?"

Lan Yaxin cried and looked in Lan Tingyun's direction.

"Do you organize a funeral for An Ran in a place like this?"

Lan Tingyun was angry and anxious. He looked around and saw a few wreaths, a large portrait. The table for collecting money was bigger than the wreath. He couldn't accept that this was a funeral for his daughter.

"Second brother, we have limited financial ability and no money to make a good place, so this place can be done."

Lan Ting said aggrievedly, there was no sadness on his face, but a desire for money.

"We didn't let you do this funeral. You have to do it yourself. Now my daughter's funeral is so shabby, how can you make me worthy of Enron?"

Li Yueru cried.

"Okay! What to cry, An Ran is dead, you mother cry less, let her go with peace of mind!"

Zhao Xiumei said impatiently.

At this time, the students from Lan Yaxin School rushed over, saying that they wanted to express their condolences to Lan Anran, but actually they wanted to come and see Lan Yanran.

"Is An Ran really dead?"

Sun Hui's eyes were swollen from crying, and asked Lan Yaxin.

Lan Yaxin nodded and hid her face and wept.

Zhao Xiaolei was crying loudest, and the tablemates who were getting along day and night did not expect to be gone in an instant.

"An Ran, you didn't tell me that you are married or Mo Jinrong of the Mo family, where are you An Ran?"

Lan Yaxin felt ashamed and went elsewhere.

At this time, many classmates surrounded Lan Yanran and saw that he was a little haggard. They took pictures and posted them on the forum to discuss Lan Yanran's mental state.

"What are you doing? If you didn't come to mourn my sister, please get out immediately!"

Facing the numerous cameras, Lan Yanran said impatiently, then turned around and went out.

At this time, many people began to say that Lan Yanran played a big name, and became a celebrity.

However, this public opinion was quickly overshadowed by the Mo family.

Old Mrs. Mo arrived at the memorial service in advance, and she was extremely disgusted when she saw the scene in front of her. She had participated in so many banquets and memorial services, no one was like this, or how could the grand-daughter-in-law of the Mo family be so shabby?

This group of reporters quickly gathered around, placed the microphone in front of the old lady and asked in a frantic manner.

"Mrs. Mo, this is the first time you have appeared at this kind of memorial service. Did you admit that Mo Jinrong was married and suppressed his wife?"

Old Mrs. Mo looked at the reporter angrily, and said angrily.

"My grandson did not deny his wife. This time it was just an accident. There is no need to tell you about Jinrong's marriage. This is the private matter of our Mo family."

"Then, I would like to ask if Mo Jinrong hasn't appeared this time, is he not planning to appear in the public eye? Or refuse to participate in this memorial service?"

The reporter continued to question.

Old Mrs. Mo didn't want to attend this memorial service. Faced with these annoying reporters and paparazzi, she didn't even want to answer questions.

At this moment, Wu Ma saw the impatience of Mrs. Mo and motioned to the bodyguards on the side to protect him, and said with Mrs. Mo in the middle.

"Sorry, we are not accepting interviews. Today is to express condolences, not to attend the press conference."

"Mrs. Mo, let's talk about it, is it true that Mo Jinrong is not coming, then will he still have a seventh wife?"

The reporter asked.

Old Mrs. Mo glanced at the man, her eyes narrowed and said.

"I don't want to see you in Rongcheng from now on!"

A group of people calmed down immediately, for fear of offending the old lady.

Lan Tingyi took a look at what seemed to be happening outside and hurried over to take a look, just to see Mo Changwen and Mrs. Mo walking in one after another.