Chu Xinian was slightly stunned and frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bo Jingxing wanted to confront him with a smile or not, looked at one of the guests, and his tone became gentle: "Auntie, I didn't want to disturb you, but now I just want her to be relieved and you need to testify."

Suddenly.

Everyone followed Bo Jingxing's gaze and looked at a middle-aged woman in a black coat among the guests.

Even when I came to attend the funeral, the woman still dressed up very exquisitely. Her clothes and bags were the most popular brands nowadays, but her face looked relatively old, as if it was due to a long-term lack of maintenance, and she did not look like the wife of a wealthy family.

He greeted everyone's eyes with his head held high.

The middle-aged woman spoke with confidence: "I am Yiren's aunt and her mother's sister. Her mother is in poor health. Suddenly, she heard that her daughter had an accident and was still unconscious in the hospital. She could not preside over the funeral in person.

It was so delayed that the time for the burial was arranged by me, my aunt, but I, a woman, had never experienced such a thing. Fortunately, Jingxing helped me."

These words are reasonable and convincing.

The wrinkles between Chu Xinian's eyebrows deepened. Looking at the familiar middle-aged woman, I was not sure where I had seen it.

As if he noticed Chu Xinian's suspicion, the middle-aged woman looked at him directly and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, we have met before, right at Yiren's house. Do you remember?"

After she reminded her, Chu Xinian recalled for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Since you are Yiren's aunt, have you come here to do such a thing? With the permission of her mother?"

The middle-aged woman sneered and held the new bag in her hand tightly, "Oh, didn't I say it? My sister was in poor health. She heard that her daughter had an accident and was unconscious until now. You want me to find her.

Who will discuss it?"

Chu Xinian stared at her coldly and asked aggressively: "Even if her mother is unconscious and her brother is still there, you don't need to ask her brother for advice?"

"Ah..." The middle-aged woman turned her eyes and smirked awkwardly: "Although Yiren's brother is an adult, he is a junior after all. How can he handle his sister's funeral? For things like this, elders must come forward to solve them.

of."

Chu Xinian sneered disdainfully and turned his eyes to Bo Jingxing, who had been leisurely.

It seemed that the other party thought in advance that he would attend the funeral, and guessed that he would question the rationality of the funeral. He used money in advance to buy the sisters of Qin's mother, directly blocking everyone's doubts and making the funeral reasonable.

really.

The reporters held up the camera to shoot, and they praised his affection with each word, and looked at Chu Xinian with strange eyes.

If they were just wondering whether Chu Xinian had something to do with Bo Jingxing's fiancée.

Now I wonder if Chu Shinian had a grudge against Bo Jingxing, so he deliberately chose to cause trouble on such an occasion and embarrass Bo Jingxing in public.

"Okay, I have proved that the funeral was commissioned by her family and I don't want to waste my time anymore."

Speaking of this, Bo Jingxing looked at the host's ceremonial and continued: "Start now..."

"Slow down!"

Chu Xinian spoke again and said with a heavy expression: "I don't believe that the body in the coffin is Qin Yiren, how do you explain this?"

Bo Jingxing looked at him coldly, "I don't need to explain to you."

"You can't explain it to me, but I won't let you continue the funeral process until you get the evidence."

Chu Xinian left this threat and pushed away the bodyguard in front of him: "Get out!"

"Stop him!"

Bo Jingxing pursed his lips impatiently, and ordered the emcee to continue the process and make up his mind to ignore Chu Xinian's existence.

However, it is difficult to ignore the existence of Chu Xizian.

He stared at the bodyguards surrounding him with a fierce look. He fought in front of everyone and could fight with the three bodyguards. The battle with the addition of fists and feet is much crueler than in the blockbusters, and he relies on his strength.

Attract everyone's attention.

The emcee specializes in presiding over the funeral, but has never seen such a scene before.

Holding the microphone and saying a few words about the scene where the deceased is gone and the living is missing. He looked at Bo Jingxing with sweat on his forehead and asked with his eyes how to deal with such a reality.

Bo Jingxing stood on the stage with a handsome face, looking at Chu Xinian's eyes so cold that it was covered in ice.

He didn't let Chu Xinnian stop him, but was worried that he would talk nonsense outside, which attracted doubts from media reporters.

As a result, after putting him in, things didn't get easier.

"……continue!"

With an expressionless face, Bo Jingxing was too lazy to watch the chaotic scene again, and he turned his eyes to the coffin placed in the sea of ​​flowers, just wanting to end the funeral process as soon as possible.

The host nodded cautiously and continued with a generous speech: "We gather here to mourn the souls of the deceased with great pain..."

"Mr. Bo, isn't it too ugly to hold the funeral like this?"

Among the guests.

A well-dressed young man smiled and spoke casually, interrupting the emcee's process: "Since Mr. Chu has some doubts, it's better to just open the coffin and look at it, so as not to let us guess secretly, and then from the mouths of some people.

Some bad words are heard in it, which may affect the reputation of your Bo family?"

Due to Bo Jingxing's order, the emcee couldn't help but lower the volume, but when he saw the young man talking, he hesitated and stopped.

Bo Jingxing's patience was about to run out, and he said with displeasure: "Zhao Yu, I don't remember having invited you."

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Zhao Yu smiled softly, handed it in his pocket with one hand, and lit a cigarette as if no one was around, "Our elders are old friends. Even if you don't go back to Beijing all year round, you should know the origin of our two families."

The guests looked over with strange expressions. Everyone knew that the Zhao family and the Bo family had been in opposition all year round. Unexpectedly, the people from the Zhao family would attend the Bo family's funeral.

But Zhao Yu is here to find fault, which is very reasonable.

Bo Jingxing's expression became colder and said lightly: "I don't care what you are here for, you are not welcome here. Please leave."

"I came with my bodyguard. If Mr. Bo forced me away, it would probably take some trouble."

Zhao Yu spread his hands and continued lazily: "And everyone heard it very clearly. I didn't say anything bad. I just asked you to open the coffin and let everyone see it with their own eyes, or Mr. Chu said

Yes, the one in the coffin is not your fiancée, but who else you killed?”

The grandly prepared funeral turned into a suspected murder scene in a blink of an eye!
Chapter completed!