Xi Yuancheng died and cremated and buried was a small matter, because it was not a large amount. Of course Mu Ru could afford it. Although he had no good feelings for Xi Yuancheng, he was still her legal father.

She has an unshirkable responsibility.

However, Xi Muxue next proposed to hold a luxurious funeral for Xi and buy a luxurious cemetery, but Muru coldly refused.

Seeing Muru's indifferent attitude, Xi Muxue couldn't help but shout again: "Xi Muru, why have you never considered the Xi family?"

"I have considered it for the Xi family," Mu Ru said indifferently and distantly: "As early as eight years ago, when my mother died, I buried my father and her together. Although that cemetery was not good,

But it was... it was bought by me and my friend. Now that my father has cremated, it’s better to send it to the cemetery."

"Send that cemetery?" Xi Muxue scoffed at Muru's words: "I'm about to tell you that you buried your mother in the wrong way. That person is not a father at all. Now you ask your father to return it with your mother again.

Is there that strange man who is inexplicably strange? Did you ask them to go there to fight?"

"That's not my fault," Muru thought of the hardships he had been deceived, the bitter days he had lived with his mother, and the sad tears of his mother holding the urn, he felt that Xi Yuancheng was not alone at all.

Even his wife is going to deceive.

"It's not a discussion about who is right and who is wrong now," Xi Muxue quickly changed the subject. Seeing Mu Ru's gloomy face, she couldn't help but take a step back and said, "No matter what, you have to give one million to hold a funeral for your father?"

”

"One million?" Mu Ru was shocked when she heard this, and stared at Xi Muxue with wide eyes: "Even if you want to buy a wider cemetery for your parents, you will only get it down for 100,000 yuan at the end of the day.

?You want to buy him a golden coffin?"

"Have you said it out loud for 100,000 yuan?" Xi Muxue became angry immediately and couldn't help but raise her voice and said, "I like a well-oriented tomb. The unit price is 600,000 yuan, and my father and mother

We must have to be buried together and we have to hold a funeral for them. This will cost more than 200,000 yuan, right? Other miscellaneous things cost about 200,000 yuan? One million yuan is good enough to spend it."

After hearing her words, Mu Ru was completely irritated, then nodded lightly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, can you do what you pay to handle these things for your parents? Why are you looking for me? I don't have money."

"Xi Muru, why do you have the attitude to say that you have no money?" Xi Muxue couldn't help but shout again: "You are Dongfang Mo's wife. You live in the best villa in Binhai. You go out with luxury cars...

....”

"Those are Dongfang Mo's money, what does it have to do with me?" Mu Ru quickly refuted her, and then added: "I made some money in painting in the past five years, but when I came back, my father was sick, I gave it to me twice.

The money comes, now there is only 200,000 yuan left. I can't leave a penny for myself. So, I can only give 100,000 yuan to my father's funeral. If you think 100,000 yuan is not grand enough to bury my father, then you

Just add money to yourself.”

After Mu Ru said this, he immediately took out nearly 5,000 yuan of cash from his body and handed it to Wang Ma, "Call the funeral home first. I only have that much on me for the time being. Now I go back to get the card and go to the bank to withdraw money."

Mu Ru walked downstairs and stopped a taxi to go back to Yicun Mocheng to get her bank card, but the newspapers spread out on the taxi attracted her.
Chapter completed!