wild fall

Chapter 87

Jiang Ran's beautiful eyebrows were frowned, and she asked displeasedly, "Can we arrange another day for the funeral?"

Her tone was very aggressive, and she herself had a bad temper. If she could bear it until now, it would be enough to give the director face.

The idea of ​​relying on the old and selling the old doesn't apply to her at all.

She won't give in to some people.

Wen Shuang was stunned for a moment, her expression was stiff, "Jiang Ran, I'm just asking casually, I'm also thinking about the crew, I can't drag everyone down because of you alone, right?"

Wen Shuang's starting point is also good. She has been in the industry for more than ten years, and none of the actors she has worked with has praised Wen Shuang's dedication, so Wen Shuang has always looked down on the new Xiaohua, hypocritical, and playing big names, treating herself as a real princess.

There is nothing wrong with either side.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Chen Ying smiled to ease the atmosphere, "It's not a big deal, the dead are the big deal, is it Liu Jin's business?"

He has a good relationship with Jiang Bai, and he has heard about it for a long time. Besides, the entertainment circle is a circle, and he can know something anyway.

Jiang Ran nodded.

Zhao Changming said gently, "That's the way to go."

Although there are various rumors about Liu Jin in the circle, they are all old people who have been in the entertainment circle for many years, so they don't know whether these are true or not.

Wen Shuang took a deep breath, and decided not to argue with Jiang Ran, "When you come back, Teacher Changming and I will accompany you to catch up with the progress."

Hearing this, Wen Shuang almost wrote generosity on his face, look how caring I am to you.

Jiang Ran was speechless, this person is really ubiquitous, she has read the script, and tomorrow's shooting will focus on Wen Shuang and Zhao Changming, and she only needs to make up a few shots later.

So there is no delay in progress.

Jiang Ran was too lazy to expose Wen Shuang, so she saved some face for her. After all, they are all artists under Shen's banner, and they don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face.

……

The next day, the cemetery.

Jiang Ran changed into a black suit and stood beside Jiang Bai.

Few people came to the funeral, except for the crew, only Liu Jin's parents.

Perhaps because of the oppressive environment, even Jiang Ran felt uncomfortable, as if someone was tearing her apart.

Liu Jin's parents were out of breath from crying. They were older, and they could be seen as ordinary retired workers in cities and towns. They got a middle-aged daughter and raised them with great difficulty, but they didn't expect white-haired people to give black-haired people.

The last time Jiang Ran sent the witness to the police station, Wen Rong said that Fang Qing also came later, but he was released on bail soon.

The reason is that the witness changed his confession impromptu.

I don't know when, it started to rain sparsely.

Everyone's heart is heavy.

"Come, put the chrysanthemums I bought." A steady voice broke the silence at the moment.

Everyone followed the source of the sound, and it turned out to be Fang Qing, who was dressed in festive clothes, as if it was about to celebrate the New Year.

This is disrespect for the dead, even insulting, Liu Jin trembled with parental anger, and pointed at Fang Qing with trembling fingers, "You... you... get out of here."

The daughter was killed, and the murderer was rampant.

It is sad and absurd to be powerless as a parent.

Fang Qing sneered, "I postponed the meeting and came here to attend the funeral. The deceased has passed away. My lord has a lot to ignore your daughter and even sent so many flowers. You should thank me."

The tone seemed to be that he was the victim. He stood on the moral high ground and presented himself as a victim.

The world is turned upside down.

Jiang Ran frowned and looked at Fang Qing. His words were harsh and unpleasant. He undoubtedly continued to prick the hearts of Liu Jin's parents. How could the elderly be so stimulated.

(End of this chapter)