Luo Yan drank some porridge without knowing the taste and went to accompany Mr. Luo first.

Lin Miao stopped him, "Do you also need to know the best friends of grandpa during his lifetime?"

Luo Yan nodded slightly and turned to the study.

Lin Miao and Cheng Yi silently took care of all the matters in the hall.

At night, Lin Miao had already arranged the hall into a mourning hall.

Lighting the candle on the long table, she whispered: "Someone may come tomorrow morning. Luo Yan is like this, I am afraid that he will not be able to welcome guests. Dad will have to arrive tomorrow as soon as possible."

"I might be troubled by you in the morning."

Cheng Yi nodded.

"It's late, I won't go back."

Lin Miao nodded and cleaned up the house where Luo's father lived earlier.

Cheng Yi went over and rested.

Lin Miao went to the bedroom of the main house, but Luo Yan was still kneeling.

It seems that I am planning to keep a night out.

She put the coat she brought on his shoulder.

Seeing that he was going to shake off, he hurriedly suppressed him.

"It's cold at night, and if grandpa knows it, he will feel uneasy."

Luo Yan paused and slowly lowered his head.

Seeing that he could still listen to the advice, Lin Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

She went back to the house, cleaned up briefly, and then lay down on the bed.

Closed his eyes, Mr. Luo's voice, appearance and smile suddenly appeared, and the sound of Mr. Luo calling her to eat faster could also be heard in his ears.

Her heart was in a state of excitement, and she opened her eyes and the room was pitch black.

She looked at the void and her mood slowly fell back.

Her hand stretched to the side, and it was cold.

Her eyes were slightly red.

Even though she has been with her for only a few years, Luo Yan, who has been comforted by Mr. Luo since childhood, can imagine how sad it is.

She closed her eyes again and forced herself to fall asleep.

Even though the dream was chaotic, she finally fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, the alarm clock just stuck at 2 a.m.

Lin Miao went to the bathroom to clean up briefly to ensure that he could see people if he didn't come back in the morning, so he went to the main house.

Luo Yan was still in the same position as before. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and saw a red bloodshot in his eyes.

Lin Miao brought a mat and knelt beside him, "I'll guard here, you go back and take a break."

Luo Yan frowned and said coldly: "No, go back quickly."

"I don't know how many people will come to pay their respects tomorrow, and I don't know how many people will come to see the fun," Lin Miao looked at Mr. Luo, and his voice was faint, "Grandpa is strong all his life. Don't let him lose face, your eldest son and grandson."

"Of course I won't," Luo Yan frowned tightly.

"Look at what you are now," Lin Miao finally turned his head, "If you wait for a while, you will be shaking."

"How can I fight with them then?"

Lin Miao knew that Luo Yan had only one thought in his mind now.

It is impossible to persuade him.

Only by using Mr. Luo as the guise of provoking him may work.

Luo Yan looked at her regularly, and after a while he whispered: "Don't provoke me, I know what I'm doing."

"Do you really know?"

Lin Miao's voice rose slightly and lowered very quickly.

"If you really know, you should know what you should do now."

Luo Yan was stunned and looked at Lin Miao carefully again.

Lin Miao stood up straight and refused to let him go.

After a while, Luo Yan stood up silently and went straight out.

Lin Miao sighed softly.

She knew that Luo Yan was angry with her.

I was angry that she was cold-blooded and angry that she was not considering his mood.

She knelt downright, looked at Mr. Luo's face that turned dark and turned blue, and whispered: "Grandpa, I hope you don't blame me."

As my steps got farther and farther away, the room quickly fell into absolute silence.

Lin Miao knelt there, motionless, like a statue.

The sky gradually turns brighter from extremely darkness.

Luo Yan slept in a daze for a while before coming over.

When he saw Lin Miao straightening his back and kneeling straight, he paused.

Lin Miao turned his head when he heard the sound.

Seeing that it was Luo Yan, she smiled, supported her hands on the ground, and moved slowly.

Luo Yan felt indescribable, and he stepped forward, grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

Lin Miao's legs had already been numb, and Luo Yan was moving too fast. She couldn't force her legs and fell directly towards him.

Luo Yan hurriedly hugged her, bent down and walked his arm through her legs, picked her up, and then went back to his house and placed her on the bed.

As soon as Lin Miao sat down, he pushed Luo Yan.

"I'm fine, you go there."

Luo Yan looked at her pale little face and the pain caused by kneeling for a long time and the sweat beads that emerged from the tip of his nose. He pursed his lips and apologized in a low voice.

Lin Miao raised his head slightly and looked at him with a slight smile.

The smile is like a warm spring breeze, injecting a little warmth into his lonely and cold heart.

"What apologize? We are husband and wife," Lin Miao held his hand and said gently: "As the wife of the eldest son and grandson, these are all things I should do."

As he was speaking, a ringtone came from outside the door.

Luo Yan's body stiffened.

Lin Miao let go of her hands. Her legs were still numb at this moment, so she jumped to the window with her legs replaced.

A man who looks familiar with his eyebrows but is not very familiar is opening the door.

Several men in black suits walked in.

"Luo Yan," Lin Miao quickly turned around.

Only then did I realize that Luo Yan had stood beside her at some point.

"I'll go out," he whispered and went out.

Lin Miao sat down with the table and rubbed his legs and feet hard.

It felt a little better, and she stomped her hard twice, feeling a numb pain in the soles of her feet before she went out.

At this time, Luo Yanying took people to the mourning hall, and Cheng Yi also came out of the house and was talking to the man who had just opened the door.

Seeing Lin Miao, Cheng Yi came over.

"It's Mr. Luo's former subordinate."

Lin Miao nodded, glanced at the mourning hall, and turned to the kitchen.

The chef was wiping his tears there, and when he saw her coming, he quickly wiped it clean.

"I've got breakfast, is that what I want?"

Lin Miao nodded and saw that it was just clear porridge and side dishes, so he ate casually.

"A guest has arrived outside. Luo Yan will have to wait a while, so the porridge will be left in the pot and warm."

The chef nodded and went back when he saw that he had nothing to do.

When the old man passed away, he just wanted to find a place to stay quietly.

Lin Miaozhong went back to the front yard, and before he could get close, he heard Luo Yan's depressing sound of seeing him off.

The sound sounded extremely angry, and seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of teeth.
To be continued...