My ex-husband always tries to trick me into remarrying

Bai Huining seemed to have said what she knew in a simple way, and she started walking again.

This time Yu Wanwan didn't stop her in front, but looked at her back and asked, "Where are you going now, auntie?"

Bai Huining didn't look back, but shook his head with his back to Yu Wanwan, "I don't know, let's walk around."

She was completely different from what she had seen before, as if she was indifferent, but also as if all thoughts were lost.

Yu Wanwan was in a daze for a while, then turned to Bai Huizhen's mourning hall, and murmured to the portrait: "Mom, what do you think my aunt is drawing?"

She stretched out her hand to smoke three sticks of incense, lit the candles, and bowed to the portrait.

Yu Wanwan sat on the sofa all night, dozed off for a while, and went to order a few when the incense was gone.

When it was almost dawn, she fell asleep and was woken up by the smell of smoke, the smell of burning paper.

She opened her eyes in shock, and was a little surprised to see Su Yanshen kneeling and burning paper in front of Bai Huizhen's mourning hall.

Where did the ghost coins come from?

She got up and rubbed her eyes and walked over there, "Where did these come from?"

Su Yan said deeply: "Old Wenger sent someone to send it."

Yu Wanwan frowned, "No one came to worship, so what is he doing?"

She thought that the old Wenger made this mourning hall for his mother so hard to show that he was righteous and humane, but his mother didn't know anyone here, except for them, no one came back to worship at all, so he didn't need to do these things.

Could it be because of his relationship with my aunt that he did it for her?

Yu Wanwan looked at Bai Huizhen's portrait in confusion.

The incense was gone again, and she was about to go to order, when old Wenger came.

He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, with a slightly burly figure, and the light in the room seemed to be dimmed.

Wenger looked at Yu Wanwan as soon as he entered the door and said, "Miss Yu and Mr. Su didn't sleep last night, so let's go to rest."

He walked forward and went straight to Bai Huizhen's mourning hall.

His words sounded a bit overwhelming. Although this is his home, mom is her mom.

Thinking about it, Yu Wanwan stepped forward and stopped Wenger, "Mr. Wenger, we have already contacted the funeral home."

When Wenger heard this, his face suddenly turned cold, and the atmosphere also cooled down.

Yu Wanwan didn't know why.

Wenger said coldly: "I said that I will take care of your mother's funeral. This is what I should do, so don't refuse."

This sounds like a polite remark, but in fact, he is overbearing and does not tolerate resistance.

Yu Wanwan frowned suspiciously as she watched old Wen Ge walk past her to Bai Huizhen's mourning hall, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and bowed to Bai Huizhen's portrait.

He turned his back to the person, so he couldn't see his expression, his expression.

He lit the incense, but didn't insert it right away, staring at the portrait, wondering what he was thinking.

Yu Wanwan was puzzled.

She walked quietly behind Wenger, and Wenger seemed to sense Yu Wanwan's approach, and he inserted the portrait into the incense burner.

Then he turned around, and the expression on his face was as old and cunning as ever, without any trace of his emotions from the previous second.

Yu Wanwan wanted to set Qin Yue's current whereabouts through the old Wenger, "Mr. Wenger, Su Yanshen and I are indeed a little sleepy, but there is a guard in our country, and they are all my children. It should be Qin Yue and Mr. Xiaoai, how can I trouble you, Mr. Wenger."

When Wenger heard this, his face changed again, and his tone became more stern, "Miss Yu, this is it."

The implication is that you have to listen to him now, and he is the master.

Yu Wanwan was still a little afraid of the old Wenger's identity, she changed her tone, "I actually want to know where Qin Yue and Mr. Xiaoai are now, and I really want to ask Mr. Xiaoai, the new son-in-law, what happened to the death of his mother-in-law?" But take a look."

She paused, and then changed the topic, "And my mother loved Qin Yue so much before she was alive, and she lived with Qin Yue for so many years. If Mr. Xiaoai didn't come by himself, she should let Qin Yue come to the mourning hall to guard, old Wen Mr. Ge must understand this etiquette."

Her words were obviously to set up old Wenger, and morality kidnapped him.

To put it more simply, put him together.

I thought old Wenger would get angry again, but he didn't expect him to think that what Yu Wanwan said made sense, frowned, and turned to ask the entourage around him, "Where did he go, young master?"

The follower lowered his head, expressing that he did not know.

A servant who had been busy here came to old Wenger respectfully, "The young master went out last night, Qin... the young lady was called by the young master's people to have something to do, and she hasn't come back yet."

When old Wenger heard the words, he immediately sensed something was wrong and squinted his eyes.

Then he whispered to the followers beside him, "Go find where Qin Yue is and bring her here."

"Yes."

Old Wenger squatted down to the position where Su Yanshen was kneeling just now, picked up a stack of papers from the ground and put them in the brazier to burn.

No intention of leaving.

Yu Wanwan was puzzled.

Su Yan went to her side and took her hand, "Let's go to the car and rest for a while."

Yu Wanwan did not refuse.

Su Yanshen's car was parked outside, and the driver sat in the car all night. When he saw them coming, he got out of the car voluntarily.

The two of them sat in the back row of the car, Yu Wanwan raised her head and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples with both hands.

She asked: "Is there no whereabouts of Qin Yue at all?"

Su Yan shook his head deeply, "No."

Yu Wanwan didn't find it strange either, after all, this is Wen Fei, who is proficient in the Internet.

The pain in her temples temporarily eased a bit, she took out her phone and checked the time, it was past seven o'clock.

She swiped open the screen of her mobile phone, and the domestic news popped up on the top. Phaeton's stock price plummeted, and her heart sank.

After clicking on the securities app, the domestic stock market has already closed, and Phaeton and r have fallen to their daily limits as expected.

Yu Wanwan knew that this turmoil definitely had more than one limit down.

According to their previous experience, there must be many shareholders thinking of selling their shares at this time.

Thinking about it, she quickly called Su Yanshen, "Su Yanshen."

As if thinking of something suddenly, Su Yan raised his eyebrows deeply, "What's wrong?"

Yu Wanwan really didn't want to admit that she cared about Phaeton's situation. She clearly wanted to take revenge on Phaeton, but she found other reasons on her lips, "Go back to China first, Xiaoman and Xiangxiang need someone to take care of them."

Su Yanshen thought that Yu Wanwan was worried about Xiaoman and Xiangxiang, so he gave her a reassuring smile, "Someone will take care of them. I have already arranged someone, and they will be fine."

Yu Wanwan sighed, "I saw the stock prices of Phaeton and R these two days."

She lowered her eyes and stared at the securities app with a black background, with a sad expression on her face.

Surprise flashed across Su Yanshen's eyes, and then he laughed, "Too smooth sailing is not a good thing."

He leaned his head back, and then turned his head to look at Yu Wanwan, "Things gained through wind and waves are more cherished, aren't they?"