Chapter 867

Ji Qianchen saw his son wake up, and Su Wan's funeral was held three days later.

Su Wan's cemetery is in the same place with Ling Xiong. They are buried together.

The day of burial.

Ling Xiaohan, dressed in black mourning clothes, stood in front of the cemetery for a long time.

Ji Qianchen stands beside Ling Xiaohan and stares at him.

He hasn't closed his eyes for three days in a row.

Since Su Wan left, he seems to have changed completely.

The whole body is cold, showing the indifference and alienation of strangers.

A few more days in Paris.

Ling Xiaohan dismissed most of the bodyguards and servants of Ling's palace castle, leaving only a few to maintain the health and safety of the palace castle.

After finishing everything, Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen and Ji Cunxi, Ji Chengfeng and others back to Cloud City by private plane.

Return to Lingjia villa.

Ling Xiaohan walked into the living room and went straight to the study to deal with business.

Ji Qianchen is worried that he will fall.

Follow up study.

"Honey, go take a bath and have a sleep. You haven't slept well for a long time. I'm afraid of your body..."

Ji Qianchen's little hand hung on his shoulder and advised.

"It's OK. Go out. I have to deal with business."

To Ji Qianchen, he is so indifferent and indifferent.

"Business is no more important than your body. I can't let you down." Ji Qianchen took away the pen and the document in his hand.

"Give it to me." Ling Xiaohan reaches out and orders her to return it to him.

"No, I know you're sad, but you can't make fun of your body. I hope you can cheer up. It's not like this ghost. "

Ji chichen scolded him rudely.

He was upset, and she was upset to see him like this.

"Oh." Ling Xiao answered with a faint cold voice, and didn't mean to get up from the seat.

Ji Qianchen almost didn't get angry with him.

But she had to endure even if she was angry.

Ling Xiaohan is the biggest hurt. What she can do in this period of time is to stay with him and let him get back on his feet when he goes through the shadow.

"If you don't want to have a rest, I'll cook you some oatmeal. You haven't eaten in a few days. I'm afraid you have a stomachache."

Ji Qianchen put down his things, walked out of the study and went downstairs.

At this time, a group of police officers came in with an arrest warrant in hand.

"Is Mr. Ling Xiaohan at home? We are the police of Los Angeles. Now we have definite evidence to prove that Ling Xiaohan is the real murderer of Lin's arson. "

The police took out their work permits and arrest warrants and handed them to Ji Qianchen.

"Are you mistaken? What evidence do you have that he set fire to?" Ji Qianchen held out his hand to stop the police.

"The evidence is clear. We will take him back to the police station for trial. Don't delay our work, or we will have to search people by force. "