Chapter 450

Everything is simplified in a hurry.

Simply took a bath, simplified makeup, and even simply picked clothes that were slightly solemn and completely black and white.

After all, it's Han lingchu's funeral. It's always hard to dress too fancy.

Not even breakfast.

He rushed to the porch and changed his shoes.

"Madam, breakfast..."

"I'm too late! No breakfast! "

Housekeeper Ji always speaks slowly. She doesn't have time to finish listening. She yells loudly and plans to talk to him. At the same time, she suddenly pushes the door open and rushes out.

He left a black line on his face and stood in the porch. He was the quarter housekeeper swaying in the wind.

Outside the hospital, Mou Wanqian and the man named Liao Bowei are already waiting.

Lin Jiangxia jumped down from the bodyguard car, sorted out her mood and gathered her hair.

When he approached, he found that Liao Bowei was ready for everything.

Even the empty urn has been prepared, and the funeral team, hearse and even the live band have been prepared.

Lin Jiangxia heard that this funeral company is very professional, but he didn't expect to be able to do so. It's a little... Boastful.

However, it is better to be buried vigorously than unknown.

Han lingchu was also a decent person before he died. He was probably behind him. He also hoped to create a beautiful scene.

When she misses Han lingchu, the habitual smile at the corners of his mouth will appear in her mind.

The heart seems to be unstoppable colic again.

"Xia Xia, you're late." Mu Wanzai greeted him.

"I got up late." Lin Jiangxia looked sorry and nodded to Liao Bo standing in the wind.

Liao Bowei immediately flattered.

Lin Jiangxia looked up. From this point of view, he could also see the ward building that had been burned into a dark shape, and his heart was naturally depressed.

"Where shall we send the urn later?" She frowned gently and asked with her lips closed.

"Madam Chairman." Liao Bowei pressed down at the corner of his mouth: "we have bought a cemetery in the best cemetery in the city. We have also found a very professional person to calculate the feng shui of that cemetery. There is absolutely no problem. You will be satisfied."

Lin Jiangxia nodded noncommittally.

Glancing sideways, he found the one standing behind Liao Bowei, holding a large picture of Han lingchu in both hands.

Black and white, both sides of the photo frame are also matched with ink woven flowers, which can be regarded as a posthumous photo.

It's really a big one, half the length of the man holding it.

"This..."

"Oh, Mr. Han lingchu's photos are not difficult to find. As long as you search the Internet, you will naturally find them." Liao Bowei explained: "however, I didn't expect that Mr. Han lingchu was such a great man that he would die in this disaster. It's really regrettable. He is really jealous of talents."

These words made Lin Jiangxia feel even more depressed.

Such a big show naturally attracts the attention of many passers-by.

However, most people have learned about the hospital fire through the media, and they are not surprised at the funeral ceremony at the moment.

Lin Jiangxia still raised her eyes and stared at the building with a slight frown.

"Madam Chairman, if you don't start again, I'm afraid it will delay the burial time." Liao Bowei's right index finger gently touched the dial of the watch worn on his left wrist: "we also tested the burial time with the most famous feng shui master. After an hour, it's not very good."

Mu Wanxia gently put his hands on Lin Jiangxia's shoulders and said softly, "Xia Xia, people are gone. I'm sorry for the change."

Lin Jiangxia pursed her lips, nodded slowly and said, "let's go."

Liao Bowei got the instruction, shook his arm for a while and said loudly, "let's go!"

The voice fell, sorrow and music sounded, and a group of dozens of people set out.

There are really people who are specially responsible for crying. From the beginning, they began to cry.

Lin Jiangxia was depressed and was embarrassed by the atmosphere. Most of the depressed mood disappeared.

Glancing sideways at Mou Wan, he found that the girl was also trying to hold back her smile. He noticed that Lin Jiangxia was looking at her, so he bit his lower lip and looked sad.

That funny appearance almost made Lin Jiangxia laugh.

It would be embarrassing to laugh in such a bad situation.

After walking more than 100 meters, several black business vehicles followed the team slowly along the street.

It was fine at first, but the more I went on, the more strange I felt.

This group of cars did not feel the noise of crying and music at all. It seemed that they did not feel bad luck. They had to stubbornly follow the group.

"This is deliberately making trouble." Liao Bo showed his displeasure and glanced: "Madam Chairman, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Lin Jiangxia felt a little strange and nodded slowly.

Liao Bowei was furious, separated from the team and rushed to the door of the leading car in the group.

The car seemed to cooperate very well. When I saw someone coming, I slowed down at first, and finally stopped.

Liao Bowei knocked on the window glass with a gloomy tone: "open the window!"

The window came down slowly.

Liao Bowei was angry. When he saw the face exposed after the window was opened, he looked like an eggplant beaten by frost after autumn.

Even the shoulders fell down together, and the legs trembled uncontrollably.

"What's going on?" Mu Wanqian whispered in Lin Jiangxia's ear, "look at him. It seems that he's going to pee his pants."

"I'll have a look." Lin Jiangxia couldn't help being curious.

"Don't go." Mou Wanqian took her hand and was slightly worried: "what if there is any danger?"

"In broad daylight, what danger can there be?" Lin Jiangxia patted Mou Wanxia on the back of her hand to appease her. Then she turned and strode to the stopped car.

Naturally, she is now the wife of the chairman of Zhan's group.

At the wedding, the media has already spread the news. If someone wants to be aggressive, they should always look at the object.

Daring to attack Mrs. Zhan beiheng is no different from suicidal.

Lin Jiangxia approached and saw that Liao Bowei's legs were still shaking.

Hey, how can a big man be so cowardly.

She approached him, raised her hand and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Ah!" He jumped up like an electric shock and avoided to the side.

It was this avoidance that Lin Jiangxia saw the people sitting in the car at the moment.

Suddenly, a cold air drilled from the back to the top of the head, and the whole body bristled up.

A moment ago, he was still laughing at Liao Bowei.

But at this moment, her feet began to tremble uncontrollably.

Behind the window, Han lingchu raised the corners of her mouth, a smile she used to be familiar with.

But isn't he dead?