Chapter 2624

"Luo Shaojun, something happened." Yin Shaolong looks at Alai and worries about her mood.

Alai couldn't help being stunned: "Luo Shaojun?"

"Well, the third one just called and said that Luo Shaojun seemed to have an accident in a mission."

Until half an hour later, the car had been driving on the way to Su Mo Han's home, but Alai was still a little distracted.

After all, she couldn't believe that Luo Shaojun would have an accident.

Although I haven't seen him for a long time, even my impression of him still remains in the night of the hospital a few years ago. At that time, it seemed to be such a cold winter. The imperial concubine and An'an together with several other people ate a hot pot with her in the hospital.

Luo Shaojun came late, dishevelled and dishevelled as if he had just escaped from the refugee camp, but he was always smart and conceited.

Even his quarrel with Hanwen and Xiaotian still lingers in his memory. How could such a living person say that he is gone.

After a while, the car finally drove into sumohan's villa.

Tang Zifeng and Xie Shiyun have arrived at the moment. Ye Fei and Xie Shiyun meet Alai immediately, as if afraid of something wrong with her.

After the party sat down, Yin Shaolong frowned and asked, "what's going on?"

"I just received the news not long ago. I heard that he was on a mission, but he didn't come back."

With Su Mo Han's words, the atmosphere in the room is much lower.

But soon, Su Mohan said again, "but some people said that they didn't bring back Luo Shaojun's body. The funeral will be held tomorrow. We'll go and have a look tomorrow."

Su Mo Han's words fall, but ye Fei can't help worrying. After discussing with Alai for a while, she finally decides to tell An'an the news.

The next morning, several people dressed in black and white and went to a hotel in the suburbs. There was a martyr's Cemetery near the hotel, and there was an open lawn. Presumably, the funeral was planned here.

The sky was overcast and gray by the snow all over the ground. Because it was a cloudy day, there was no trace of the sun. Against the background of black and white, the whole suburb looked desolate and gloomy.

Alai and ye Fei stand on the periphery of the funeral, looking at the portrait of Luo Shaojun in front of them, and they always find it hard to accept.

Although Luo Shaojun has become a family in the past two years, they have less contact with each other, but some memories are always imprinted in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.

"Will Ann come?" Alai looked around inside and outside the funeral, looking for a face to speak to Ye Fei.

Ye Fei also followed to look for, but did not see the way to let them miss the figure: "maybe."

It wasn't until about nine o'clock in the middle of the funeral that a woman in a black woolen coat and a black top hat appeared at the end of the crowd.

There was a layer of gauze on the top of the hat, which covered most of the woman's face. Only a touch of white lip was revealed, which made people unable to see her appearance.

The woman's eyes, through the net, fell on the black and white photos in front of her, her eyes were a little bit erratic.

Luo Shaojun, you bastard.

How can you just walk away before the child calls you dad!

Women are not other people, but Lu An'an, who has not returned to China for several years.

At first, when she heard the news, she almost thought that there was something wrong with her ears. She even thought that maybe the asshole and ye Fei were cheating her.