Chapter 429

Mu Chu Di'an had a steady sleep, but for Shu man, the night was the longest and most painful in his life.

Inside the box, she was lying naked on the carpet, covered with traces of violence, and no place was safe.

On the white carpet, a touch of dark red blood bloomed like a blood rose.

Her virgin blood!

The innocent body she saved for Huo Xiao was destroyed by four men last night.

Completely destroyed.

A pair of scarlet bloodshot eyes, full of hate.

Hands, clutching the carpet, seemed to vent some emotion.

Mu Chu flute, it's all caused by Mu Chu flute.

If it wasn't for this woman, Huo Xiao would not resent her, so he didn't go to save her.

"Ah

Like a trapped beast, it growls heartbroken.

It is mu Chudi who destroys her, so she will never make mu Chudi feel better.

There are many things to prepare for the funeral. Mu Chu Di is busy day and night, but he can forget many things.

In addition to Huo Xiao watching her take medicine and hold her to sleep every night, there is nothing else.

Huo Xiao is sure to believe that when Mu Rui dies, many people in Mu's family should be eyeing her, and the stock price will also fluctuate. But Huo Xiao finds a housekeeper for her to watch the company for her.

I don't know if it's the person he's looking for or Huo Xiao's pressure, but Mu's is very stable and doesn't change much.

Mu Chu Di only needs to deal with the funeral.

On the day of murui's burial, it was drizzling.

Mu Chu Di is dressed in black, with white flowers on her head. In the cold wind, she looks like a kaolin flower, cold and lonely.

Xia Ran Ran embraces Mu Chu Di, "Xiao Di, don't be too sad, go back early."

The funeral was over, and the guests left intermittently, leaving only mu Chudi standing still like an iron pillar, as if to stand in the end of time.

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I just want to spend more time with dad."

Mu Chu Di's face was a little haggard, but her complexion was not very bad. Xia Ran Ran saw that she was calm as usual. Except for the sadness that flashed at the time when Mu Rui was buried, everything seemed to be OK. It seemed that she had come out of the sadness and crossed the threshold.

"Xiao Di, I'll stay with you too. My uncle won't mind."

Xia ran was still worried.

Mu Chu Di shakes his head and looks at Mu Rui's tombstone tenderly.

"No, I want to be alone with my father. I want to say something to my father."

Mu Chu Di's request is not excessive. Even if she is worried, she can't force her to stay in their way.

It's worse than a light bulb.

Xia Ran Ran nodded, "I'll wait for you in the parking lot outside and take you back."

Mu Chu Di agreed, and Xia ran left.

At last, only mucchu flute was left in the cemetery.

She turns and stares at murui's tombstone.

The photo on the tombstone was selected by mu Chudi for a long time.

It was murui's birthday. She made a handmade scarf for him. Murui asked to take a photo of him.

In the photo, his eyes are full of doting, full of smiles, looking very happy.

Mu Chudi, holding his stomach, sat on the grass beside him and gently wiped the rain on the photo.

"Dad, do you blame me for not crying?"

At murui's funeral, mu Chudi always showed calm, not crying, not a tear.

On the contrary, many guests cried.

I don't know if they'll call her heartless.

"I also want to cry, maybe my father see me cry so sad, not willing to go, after all, you are so painful for me."

But she couldn't cry.