Chapter 297

The next day, the search and rescue team sent a notice. They almost searched the upstream, middle and downstream.

But Leng Jiting's body was not recovered.

After all, it is the people who salvage the cold family, so the scale of the search and rescue team is also very large.

However, despite such a large scale, Leng Jiting's body was still not salvaged, but many other people's bodies were salvaged.

If we can't salvage the body, the information has come from there. Leng Jiting has been designated as dead for the time being.

Upon receiving the notice, Leng Lingfeng also put down all the things of the company and arranged Leng Jiting's funeral at the first time.

It took only one day to organize the funeral.

The funeral venue was very large, and many media and journalists were invited.

He seemed to want people all over the world to know that Leng Jiting had died.

The oppressive atmosphere, a choking cry, echoed in the hall.

In the black-and-white photo frame, Leng Jiting's photos stand in it, white candles are burning, and beating candles seem to reflect the sadness at this time.

The sky is hazy, and the light rain seems to render the whole sky with a sad atmosphere.

There was a good coffin in the house. Beside the coffin cover, there were a group of men and women dressed in black. They were full of pain and wiped the tears on their faces from time to time.

Beside the coffin, there are many chrysanthemums, and there are white cloth hanging inside.

The funeral ceremony is going on. Many relatives and friends came to attend the funeral and saluted one after another, while the family nodded aside.

Liu jinnianhong looked at Leng Jiting's black-and-white photo in front of him. He couldn't accept this fact.

Okay, why is it like this?

Before Mingming, Ji Ting's plan was going to succeed. Why did something happen suddenly at such a critical moment?

"I don't believe it. I don't believe Ji Ting died like this. He can't commit suicide."

He had the same idea as Nian in early summer. He didn't believe Leng Jiting would commit suicide.

Leng Jiting's strength, identity and dignity are all noble. His legs have already recovered, and even his plan is going to succeed.

How could he commit suicide at this time?

Leng Lingfeng narrowed his eyes in displeasure: "Liu Jinnian, now it's Leng Jiting's funeral. You won't make trouble at Leng Jiting's funeral? "

His words are full of threats.

At this time, there was a noisy sound outside.

"You can't go in, you can't go in."

In early summer, Nian and Xia shiting rushed into the funeral hall in black.

The people who followed were very sorry and lowered their heads: "young master, I'm sorry we didn't stop people."

Leng Lingfeng waved calmly: "go down."

He came up to her, "little cook, it's not that I don't want you to attend the funeral. I'm just worried that you're too sad. Go back. "

He took her hand with concern.

At the beginning of summer, Nian pushed away in disgust, rushed forward and lifted the coffin cover in front of him.

The coffin lid fell to the ground with a slap. There were a lot of paper money, clothes and even jewelry in the coffin. However, Leng Jiting was not seen.

"Why do you buy a funeral for Leng Jiting? Now, his body hasn't been found yet. Can't you wait to give him a dead label? "

In fact, when she saw that there was no Leng Jiting's body in the coffin, she was vaguely relieved.

Because of this, she still vaguely felt that Leng Jiting was not dead, but he was still alive.

But the search and rescue team could not salvage his body at all. She knew what the result was.

She just didn't want to believe the result.

Leng Lingfeng hugged her and calmed her mood: "I know you are very sad and painful. But this is a foregone conclusion. In that case, we should also send Leng Jiting away. "

"Maybe in heaven, he will be very happy, won't he?"

At the beginning of summer, Nian pushed away the man in front of him, looked at the reporters and media holding the camera and sneered.

"Leng Lingfeng, even Leng Jiting is dead. You don't forget to seek benefits for yourself when you give him a funeral!"

"What? Want to use the media and reporters to let everyone know that Leng Jiting is dead? In this way, you will become the only heir? "

She looked up and sneered. Her eyes swept to Leng Lingfeng in front of her: "you can't think about it!"

Leng Lingfeng frowned and then grabbed her hand: "read at the beginning of summer, what do you want to do?"

At the beginning of summer Nian broke away from him, and then came to the reporter: "do you really think Leng Jiting committed suicide? wrong! He didn't commit suicide at all! "

She said, suddenly pointing to Leng Lingfeng behind her: "it's him! This brother killed his brother Leng Jiting himself! "

"The purpose is to seek the property of the cold family and the position of the heir of the cold family! The murderer had a plan to kill Leng Jiting! He deliberately created an alibi and cleared himself of all suspects. He is clearly a Murderer with blood on his hands, but he can shamelessly stand here and hold a funeral for Leng Jiting! "

In these words, there are amazing melons hidden.

These words, like a time bomb, were thrown down and caused an uproar all at once.

Reporters rushed forward one after another, leaving the lens and words to Leng Lingfeng.

"Mr. Leng, is what this lady said true?"

"Did you really murder your own brother for property?"

……

The reporters collapsed and almost couldn't be stopped by the security guard.

Ye Zixing quickly came forward and drove the reporter out with someone: "sorry, these are pure rumors. Let's stop here today."

After the extra people were swept away, the huge funeral venue suddenly became empty and even quiet.

The cold and arrogant bear stood up from the ground and his eyes were gloomy: "what she said is true?"

Leng Lingfeng looked at the bad things at the beginning of summer, and finally couldn't bear to hurt her.

He shook his head at the cold and arrogant bear: "father, it's not like this. How could I do anything to Leng Jiting? That's my brother after all... "

PA -- a crisp slap came from Leng Lingfeng's face, and the sound echoed in the funeral hall.

Liu yunyun was also frightened.

She quickly rushed to Leng Lingfeng's side and touched his beaten face. Her eyes were full of heartache and worry.

"Feng, are you okay? Does it hurt? "

Leng Lingfeng coldly pushed away Liu yunyun, who came forward attentively, "get away, it has nothing to do with you."

"Father, you don't believe what my own son said. Do you want to believe what this woman said?"

Leng Ao Xiong raised his cold eyes, and his serious face could not hide his disgust: "Leng Lingfeng, even if Ji Ting is gone, Leng Jia, I won't give it to you."