Although Bo Jingxing is not in the capital for many years, no one has ever heard of him being misbehaved.

However, the second-generation ancestor of this level is often common for bullying others and domineering. Even if it really causes death, it is not particularly surprising.

Before Zhao Yu spoke, no one dared to doubt these things.

But when Zhao Yu spoke, some things became confusing, such as who is Qin Yiren? Even if she is Bo Jingxing's fiancée, after all, the two of them are not married, how could they be buried in the Bo family cemetery?

Such unruly things often only occur in unruly families.

The Bo family has a very important position in the capital, and it is not wise to hold a funeral to a fiancée who died unexpectedly.

I noticed that everyone in the audience was talking.

Bo Jingxing's dark eyes darkened. He glanced at Chu Xinian, who had already gained the upper hand and was gradually approaching the coffin. He asked meaningfully: "Zhao Yu, although I didn't invite you, there is someone else who invited you to come.

?”

Zhao Yu vomited a cigarette ring without comment and said with a smile: "This is hard to say. I wonder if Mr. Bo has done something you shouldn't do and caused a lot of trouble?"

Chu Xizian was indeed a troublesome.

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and looked at the restless guest condescendingly, saying casually: "I didn't want to disturb her peace, but everyone had some doubts, which was also uneasy. I agreed to open the coffin."

As soon as this statement comes out.

Aunt Qin, who was standing in the crowd, was a little cramped, her slightly rough fingers wrinkled her valuable bag, and she opened her mouth without opening her mouth.

Over the years, she has not had the luck of her sister, and her husband is useless and has never lived a good life.

Bo Jingxing contacted her and gave her a price that she could not refuse...

"Very good. If Mr. Bo had been so reasonable, he wouldn't have had such trouble."

A chic side kick knocked down the last bodyguard.

Chu Xinian didn't have to do anything else, and walked into the middle of the sea of ​​flowers without having to use his long legs. The black leather shoes trampled past the delicate petals, and the broken juice wet his trouser legs.

He looked down at the gorgeous white coffin in front of him. His slender fingers gently stroked the lid of the coffin and then pushed it away with one hand.

Bang--

The heavy coffin lid hit the ground, causing the guests to want to see but dare not.

The reporters were very bold and stood on tiptoe to shoot inside, fearing that they would miss the most important first-hand news.

However.

The coffin was covered with thick velvet, but the charred body was not seen.

Instead, it was replaced by a delicate urn, which was placed on top of the velvet, as if mocking Chu Xinian for a move that was not good at chess.

The scene was a brief moment of silence.

Someone plucked up the courage to see the situation clearly and asked in a low voice: "I remember that ashes can also be used for DNA identification?"

"No, you remember it wrongly. The ashes cannot be tested for DNA, and there is no evidence to be completely dead."

"The young master Bo burned the body in advance and put out a coffin, which seemed a bit..."

"Don't guess randomly. Since the family of the deceased has entrusted it with full authority, there is no problem doing this. After all, in recent years, the remains are not as cremated as before. The coffin may pay more attention to the sense of ritual."

"It's true that this is the case. I don't know if Mr. Chu can accept it."

Listening to everyone's low voices.

Chu Xinian lowered his eyes and looked at the small urn, feeling unprecedentedly calm. Even though he did not get the DNA as evidence, it indirectly proved that Bo Jingxing didn't want him to get it, so he took great pains to do so.

If it was Qin Yiren who died unexpectedly in that car accident.

Bo Jingxing doesn't need to make these precautions at all.

Since he also loved Qin Yiren, he suddenly lost his beloved woman and should not have the other mood to take these precautions.

It seems so.

Qin Yiren was indeed not dead.

He just lives in a place he doesn't know, and only Bo Jingxing knows the secret.

"Tsk."

Zhao Yu came to the coffin and glanced at the things in it. He sighed with emotion: "Young Master Bo's movements are really fast. Less than 48 hours after the car accident, his former lover became a handful of ashes.

I don’t know if it’s affection or indifferent.”

Bo Jingxing spoke slowly: "The scene of the car accident is very terrible. She loved beauty during her lifetime. I don't want her to retain such a pitiful posture after her death. All of them are for her."

"Okay, I can't tell that Mr. Bo is still a seed of infatuation." Zhao Yu smiled and reached out to pat Chu Xinian on the shoulder: "There is no way, the ashes cannot be used for DNA identification. I think we have no play to sing, so why not go back

Mansion, what do you think?"

It's already here, and it doesn't make sense to stay.

Chu Xinian nodded slightly and followed Zhao Yu away like a stream of good deeds.

After they left.

The celebrant finally regained confidence and arranged all the funeral process in detail. The burial ceremony of the coffin was quite grand. Every guest attending the funeral received a valuable souvenir, and the unexpected crisis was resolved invisibly.

As a party to host the funeral.

Bo Jingxing saw all the guests away and came to Aunt Qin in person, expressing condolences with a sad expression: "Auntie, thank you for your hard work, you will come to the capital. My driver is waiting outside the cemetery, and you can go home tonight."

"Okay, OK."

Aunt Qin agreed in surprise, looked at the jade tombstone erected, and said in a sigh: "Yiren is really unlucky. She finally returned home and met an excellent fiancé like you, and this kind of accident happened again..."

"Sorry, I don't want to mention these now."

Slightly interrupt the other person's words.

Bo Jingxing signaled Ahsen to hand over the check, and was too lazy to spend time perfunctorily, so he directly sent Aunt Qin out of the cemetery.

soon.

Asen came back with the people and whispered: "Young Master, everything goes well. I believe those reporters will not write randomly. The headlines tomorrow morning will definitely appreciate your affection."

"very good."

Not surprisingly, Bo Jingxing left the cemetery with his coat, leaned over and sat in the waiting car, and continued slowly, "Are the plane and passport ready?"

"It's ready. Miss Qin has a new identity. Her current ID card has been cancelled and returned to Huang Qian's previous file."

Assen said, tentatively reminding: "I think Miss Qin doesn't hate her current identity, you don't need to tell her about this."

Bo Jingxing pondered for a moment.

He couldn't wait to restore Qin Yiren to Huang Qian, who was the only one of him, but she always wanted to have a real family. It's not wise to mention this now.
Chapter completed!