For nearly a week, Liu morxi felt that the atmosphere at home was always surrounded by a war without gunsmoke.

    No matter what Ding Jiaxin does, housekeeper Ling will excuse herself to do it for her, especially when she is close to Liu Moxi.

    Later, Ding Jiaxin simply did nothing and instructed housekeeper Ling to do everything. She completely regarded housekeeper Ling as a servant and always used an excuse to pick up housekeeper Ling''s trouble.

    Liu morxi didn''t know why they didn''t like each other so much when they met for the first time, but now she couldn''t care about these. After all, this state would end when the memorial service ended, so all her thoughts were focused on the last opportunity to show filial piety.

    Yin moting appeared at the memorial service on time. She was dressed in a black suit and her hair was not messy. Her sharp eyes under dark sunglasses swept Liu Moxi. She was dressed in a small black lace skirt and her hair was pulled up and combed in a high bun. The sadness in her eyes was not reduced by half, but a little more energy and spirit.

    At the memorial service, many of Liu Siming''s friends and former business partners came to offer condolences, some really sad and some fake sad.

    To Liu Moxi''s surprise, Han Mingze took Liu Enron to the scene of the memorial service. Liu Enron affectionately took Han Mingze''s arm and looked proud. It was not like coming to mourn, but to announce the victory of her love battlefield to Liu Siming. She finally got Han Mingze!

    Today''s Han Mingze has removed all his hostility. There is no ferocity in his eyes, only countless sadness and guilt.

    Liu Moxi saw Han Mingze like this for the first time. He took off his mask of maturity. He was a poor man who lost his relatives and returned to his ignorance when he was 18!

    After three bows, Han Mingze refused to get up. He maintained 90 degrees of elegance and respect. He confessed in his heart again and again, but he was already unable to return to heaven.

    "Han Mingze, thank you for giving my father the last ride." When Liu morxi stepped forward and picked up Han Mingze, she saw a pair of eyes full of tears.

    Han Mingze held back his tears and restrained his emotions. "Xiao Xi, Liu Siming is a good father, but I''m not a good fiance!"

    Liu morxi''s eyes trembled slightly and didn''t understand the meaning of this sentence at all. When he wanted to ask again, Yin moting had been squeezed between her and Han Mingze.

    When the two men met in their eyes, they had already started a secret contest in the end.

    Yin Mo Ting''s Xiao Leng''s cruelty to Han Mingze is another war without gunsmoke.

    Facing the gentle and elegant Han Mingze, Yin Mo Ting is like a lion just waking up. When he sees him talking to Liu Mo Xi, he will immediately devour him alive.

    "You can go. Don''t talk to my woman."

    Yin moting impolitely ordered Han Mingze to leave, and his fingers had been clenched into fists. In his sight, Han Mingze is absolutely not allowed to be close to Liu morxi, and even no man can be close to Liu morxi. As long as he sees that other men have the intention to be close to Liu morxi, his heart is not happy.

    "OK." Han Mingze ignored Yin moting''s murderous eyes and pulled Liu Moxi''s hand to take her away.

    Liu Enron''s eyebrows screwed together. Today, she came here as Han Mingze''s girlfriend. Unexpectedly, Han Mingze has completely ignored her when he saw Liu Moxi. "Mingze, our sports car has only two positions."

    Liu Enron pulled Han Mingze''s arm. She wanted to remind him that they came together. If Liu morxi was brought with him, the convertible sports car with only two seats could not sit down.

    In fact, she didn''t want to come today. Liu Siming is a nominal father like an ATM in her heart. It doesn''t matter to her that she won''t die.

    However, Han Mingze insists on coming. She must show the image of a filial girl in front of Han Mingze, so she will come anyway.

    Han Mingze was very impatient with her behavior. "There are two positions that are not exactly where I sit with Xiao Xi. Today I''m going to take my fiancee."

    "No way, she''s mine." Yin Mo Ting severely pinched Han Mingze and pulled Liu Mo Xi''s wrist. The veins on his arm had burst, the sword eyebrows were wrinkled, and the piercing cold air was emitted from his eyes.