Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

Yanluoxi had a strange feeling in her heart. She didn't take back her eyes until she saw Shen Jue into the meeting. She looked at the two people under the big locust tree. They turned their backs to her and couldn't see their faces clearly.

She has no reason to worry, but she can't be too nervous. After all, Mo Beichen, who is in charge of a group, has eyes so fierce that no one can be around.

If you are careless in front of him, you will show your horse's feet.

Yan Luoxi watched with horror for a few minutes, and finally turned into the venue. On the big screen of the venue was the VCR carefully edited by fans to commemorate Shen Changqing.

Each of the roles he has played over the years is so lifelike and impressive.

Frame by frame photos crossed, Yan Luoxi occasionally saw herself. Although it was a vague shadow, it had made her a little stunned. Those years in the entertainment industry seemed to be a matter of her previous life.

She held her arms in her hands and leaned against the column by the wall. When sitting fans saw her picture, they couldn't help looking for her figure. Yanluoxi nodded gently at them.

The whole venue was very quiet. Occasionally, I heard a few sobs, with reluctance and sadness for the idol, which made the listener sad and cry.

Outside the funeral home, she didn't regret standing under the big locust tree to breathe. The sad atmosphere in the meeting place forced her out of breath. She thought she could bear these sorrows, but when she really stood there, she found that she was too small.

So much sadness flowed back into a river and impacted her heart. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry. It hurt so much that her heart was about to explode. Just taking a breath, a familiar voice came from behind, "Why are you here?"

Don't regret that her back was stiff. When she heard the "creak" sound of leather shoes stepping on the grass, she was a little flustered and hurriedly adjusted her expression, but her reddish eyes still leaked her mind.

She turned sideways and looked down at the tip of her shoes. In her line of sight, she broke into a pair of men's shoes. They were polished and seemed to reflect light. They were dazzling, "Mr. Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Beichen copied his hands in his trouser pocket, quietly looked at the regretless man who stared at the ground and looked at her head. He said, "anyway, Shen Changqing can be regarded as an old acquaintance. I came to send him the last trip."

Because of Gu Qian, there were a lot of confrontation scenes between him and Shen Changqing. Six years ago, he drove Shen Changqing out of the imperial capital, but not long after, Shen Changqing emerged from the foreign film and television circle, even returned to his hometown, and really got out of his control.

In the two years he spent with Gu Qian, seriously speaking, Shen Changqing didn't have much chance to step in. Until Gu Qian resolutely killed their children and even left him, he knew that no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't compare with Shen Changqing's position in his woman's heart.

This made him feel angry, but more frustrated.

I don't regret not looking up at him. My voice is as low as mosquito singing. "The memorial service is still in progress. Mr. Mo should go quickly. It may be over later."

Mo Beichen stood still. Although he couldn't see the expression of no regret, he had a feeling that she didn't dare let him see her face. He said faintly, "what about you? Why are you here?"

"Before, someone framed the boss and wanted to hold a memorial service in the hotel. Mr. Mo also knew that the boss dealt with it and finally persuaded the head of the support group to change the address of the memorial service here. In order to express our hotel's apology, he sent someone to help." Don't regret that these words are reasonable and justified. It's clear that there's nothing to cover up, but Mo Beichen just thinks she's deliberately covering up.

Mo Beichen pondered, "you are the room manager. I'm afraid you can't come to this small memorial service?"

I don't regret raising my head and looking at Mo Beichen like water, "everything related to the honor of the hotel is not a small matter, not to mention someone's death here."

Her eyes were like a quiet pool. The water was deep and bottomless. There was no joy or sorrow inside. Only the red blood silk slightly leaked her fatigue. Mo Beichen wanted to test something, but she had to give up the idea at this time.

He looked up at the entrance of the funeral home and said faintly, "do you want to go in together?"

"It's a little stuffy inside. I'll get some air before I go in." The voice of not regretting was also very light. At that moment, Mo Beichen felt that she was drifting as if she would disappear from the world.

He didn't move for a long time. He didn't turn and leave until he didn't regret looking up.

The sound of footsteps gradually moved away. I didn't regret standing under the big locust tree. My back was straight and didn't move for a long time.

In the meeting hall, Yan Luoxi heard the steady footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Mo Beichen coming slowly. His expression was almost strange. She subconsciously looked behind him and didn't see the figure without regret. She gently breathed out.

"Mr. ink."

Mo Beichen nodded at her, went straight through the path paved with white cloth in the middle, and slowly walked to the mourning hall. He took a beautifully packaged white chrysanthemum from the staff on one side, bent over and put it in front of the mourning hall, and then made a routine three bows.

Shen Changqing's family saluted one by one. Mo Beichen whispered a few words of comfort and turned to leave. Suddenly, a crisp female voice came from behind, "Mr. Mo, can you take a step to speak?"

Mo Beichen turned around and called him a actress of Juxing media. He was a little impressed that she was Shen Jue, Shen Changqing's sister. When he blocked Shen Changqing, he vigorously held Shen Jue up, just to make Gu Qian feel more comfortable.

Over the years, Shen Jue has lived up to the expectations of the public. Her appearance and acting skills are all online. In addition, her double business is very high. She has become popular in the entertainment circle. She has become a double film in less than 30 years, so she has to be looked at with admiration.

Shen Jue has brought great benefits to Juxing media. In recent years, he has been determined to stay in the company and has never had a second heart. Although Mo Beichen doesn't want to see Shen Changqing, he has a good impression of Shen Jue.

Shen Jue politely led the way in front and walked out of the meeting. The sun was shining outside. Occasionally, a few white clouds floated across the blue sky. She was a little distracted, and her exquisite face became more and more beautiful.

"I always thought that God would cry for such a good man as my brother on the day of burial, but the irony is that the sun is shining." As soon as Shen Jue opened his mouth, his voice was clear and refreshing, like dew on a winter morning.

Mo Beichen stood with the a negative hand and said faintly, "maybe he wants to reassure you."

Shen Jue turned her head and looked at Mo Beichen. She whispered, "Mr. Mo, my brother is a good man. He didn't want to get involved in the relationship between you and Mrs. Mo, but once some feelings started, it was difficult to kill them. Now people die like lights out. I'm very grateful to you for coming to take him on his last journey. "