She stood there at a loss, and Kang Junxi's Wen Ya Kanglang's face unconsciously appeared in front of her, and as well as the little things Kang Junxi did for her, she found that she could no longer make promises to Tang Junhao.

Although at this moment, she was so reluctant to leave this embrace.

Tang Junhao bit his lip: "I know what you are thinking, you are thinking of the man at home!"

Xia Paner smiled indifferently: "Yes, I'm thinking of him."

Suddenly, she felt her body being supported on the wall. Tang Junhao's strong body surrounded her tightly.

She screamed: "Let me go, let me go."

He raised his head in panic and touched Tang Junhao's bloody eyes, his face as white as paper, and his lips without blood.

She opened her mouth, unable to breathe, and her heart pounded her chest irregularly.

He stared at her, the muscles on his face tensed, grabbed her shoulders, and shook them hard: "But do you know that you don't really love that man, you love this one in front of you!"

Suddenly, he held her forehead tightly, his lips covering her lips again frantically.

Xia Pan'er pushed him away with pain, but his hands were powerful, and his kiss became even more crazy and hot. Such a strong and hot kiss burned every cell in Xia Pan'er's body, heated her cheeks and heart, and heated all her will and emotions.

Her heart was beating wildly, she wanted to refuse again, and wanted to push him away again, but gradually gave up struggling... Her consciousness was drunk and soft.

Tang Junhao's kiss slowly became lingering and long, and she began to respond wholeheartedly.

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Tang Qirui finally passed away with Yiyi reluctantly, and Zhu Erlan almost collapsed.

At the memorial service, the poor woman held Tang Qirui's portrait and recalled that Tang Qirui told her sincerely before her death that he was a piece of cold iron, but had been warmed up by her. He actually loved her, so she was deeply sad.

She began to be crazy and unconscious, completely gone from the shrewdness and domineeringness she used to be, and occasionally she still smiled blankly!

Tang Junhao, who was filial, had sadness on his face, and the feeling of emptiness in his heart made him feel suffocated.

Ouyang Wan guarded him without leaving any steps.

Tang Yuxuan had no expression on his face, but everyone was heartbroken when he saw the sadness between his eyebrows.

Xia Paner appeared in black, and she held Tang Qirui's coffin and burst into tears.

Zhu Erlan, who was sitting on the rattan chair, suddenly woke up and ran over like a madman, tearing her up: "You bad woman, you dare to mourn you! It's you, it's your family who killed my husband!"

"Come here!" she shouted hysterically.

Immediately, several tall and mighty men in yellow stood beside them, and they glared at Xia Pan'er.

"Help me pull her out!" she roared.

The man in yellow quickly stepped forward and grabbed Xia Pan'er, who struggled.

The atmosphere of the memorial service became tense and weird.

The crowd became turbulent.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded in the hall, and there were many burly men behind the yellow man, with a skeleton engraved on his arms.

The leader said with a light roar: "Let her go!"

Xia Pan'er looked up and saw that it was Mou Chengsi. His figure as Zhuo Zhuo was like a wild crane approached her, and the clear and joyful voice came into his eardrums: "Miss Xia, you are frightened!"

Before he finished speaking, the man in yellow had already fallen down.

The hairs under Xia Paner stood up.

Tang Junhao walked up coldly, looking straight at Mou Chengsi with deep eyes: "Mr. Mou, today is my father's memorial service. Is your approach a little inappropriate?"

Mou Chengsi smiled gracefully and leisurely: "Oh?" His scrutiny eyes fell on his cold Yi's face.
Chapter completed!