"Weiyue, I also believe you can overcome it. You are a stubborn and hard-working girl." Li Qi paused and then said, "Then what do you think about studying abroad?"

This is not the first time Li Qi has brought up the matter of further study abroad, but it is the first time he has raised it so seriously.

"Going abroad?"

"Now there is a good opportunity. Just after this year, there will be a study abroad quota at Dise Art University in country y. I have applied for you before. You are a student of Beijing University and have excellent grades in school. During the internship,

My resume is also pretty, and the other side has already agreed.”

Li Qi was not surprised to see the bright light in Cheng Weiyue's eyes.

This is the world's top film school. If you can further your studies there, it will be of great help to Cheng Weiyue's future career path.

"It's still early for school to start, so you can wait until the end of the New Year to give me the answer. Weiyue, this is really a very, very good opportunity. Many people have as beautiful resumes as you, but they still haven't been selected.

The word "you" has an element of luck in it. If you miss it, it will be difficult in the future."

Li Qi stopped and said: "That's all I want to say. There is still a little time for lunch break. You should go back and rest first."

Cheng Weiyue said yes, with unspeakable complex emotions in her heart.

The admission letter from Dishi Art University was indeed a very tempting fruit, and Cheng Weiyue had no choice but to be tempted.

But once you go abroad for further study, it will take a full two years.

Two years, what a long number.

Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhou Jingwei's message box on her phone. Her fingertips were hung up for a long time, and she couldn't press a word.

Zhou Jingwei didn't say anything, but she could feel that the Zhou family was now in a mess, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble to him.

Just wait a little longer. When she returns to Jingcheng, she will discuss it with him in person.

She was thinking like this, and the next moment, a hot search on Weibo popped up - the funeral of Zhao Mingchen, the former chairman of Jingxing Group.

This winter, no one has a stable life...

The Zhao family's old residence.

Zhao Beilan and Zhao Zhensheng sat on either side of Zhao Hanchen.

Zhao Hanchen was wearing a black suit with a gloomy face. He said nothing, and the white flowers on his chest were dazzling. No one knew what he was thinking.

The hall was crowded, but the sadness in the eyes of few people was real, and the eyes of more people were full of calculation and calculation.

The so-called affinity between them and Zhao Mingchen is worthless in the face of interests.

It's snowing heavily outside, and a car will take them to the cemetery to hold Zhao Mingchen's funeral soon.

"I haven't had a good sleep these days. Whenever I close my eyes, I see Mingchen playing chess and drinking tea with us when he was still here." Zhao Zhensheng sighed, looking very sad.

Soon someone came to offer words of comfort, and there were only a few words exchanged back and forth.

"Zhensheng, don't be sad. Death is like a lamp going out, so it's better to express your condolences."

"I heard that Ming Chen passed away peacefully and did not suffer much pain."

"He has a spirit in heaven and can feel our concern for him..."

Zhao Zhensheng shed a few tears after listening to everyone's words.

He is old and it is really sad to shed tears like this.

Except for Zhao Hanchen, everyone else shed a few tears.

The housekeeper came in from outside and brought Zhao Mingchen's ashes niche to Zhao Hanchen.

"Master, this belongs to the master..." The butler's voice was choked with sobs.

How ridiculous it is to say that in such a huge hall, there are so many people crying, but only the housekeeper's tears come from the heart.

Zhao Hanchen took the ashes niche, his phoenix eyes were lowered, his eyes dark and calm: "You can wait and follow us."

After all, it is Zhao Mingchen's funeral. According to the status of the housekeeper, he should not be qualified to go.

The butler's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he almost knelt down to Zhao Hanchen: "Thank you, head of the family, for letting me see the master on his last journey."

"Hanchen, aren't you being polite like this?" Zhao Beilan looked over with an inexplicable cold smile: "After all, it is Mingchen's funeral, not just any cat or dog can go."

Zhao Hanchen raised his eyes and looked at him, a smile condensed on his lips, a smile that was not a smile at all: "What did you just say? The hall was too noisy, I didn't hear clearly. Please come closer and say it again."

Zhao Beilan's eyes twitched and he said coldly: "Zhao Hanchen, don't act stupid here, what I just said is very clear."

When the housekeeper saw this, he wiped away his tears, looked at Zhao Hanchen, who had dull eyes, and said, "Master, don't hurt your kindness because of me. I won't go, and I will help you sort out the master's belongings at home."

But Zhao Hanchen turned a deaf ear and just looked at Zhao Beilan, who looked unkind, and repeated again and again: "I said I didn't hear clearly. Come closer and say it again."

In the public, Zhao Beilan thought that Zhao Hanchen did not dare to do anything to him, so he took a few steps forward and repeated word for word: "I said, not everyone can attend Mingchen's funeral."

Zhao Hanchen stood up, the smile on his face was frozen, and the anger between his eyebrows was faintly floating. He suddenly kicked Zhao Beilan in the abdomen, and said with sinister words: "Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

Zhao Beilan was kicked to the center of the hall, and fell to the ground in a state of disgrace.

He is not a fool. Now that things have happened, he has also heard that Zhao Hanchen is not asking for his opinion at all.

He backed up with his hands on the ground and looked embarrassed: "Zhao Hanchen, how dare you do this to me?"

"My father has passed away, what else should I not dare to do?" Zhao Hanchen looked at Zhao Beilan's wonderful face with amusement, slowly took a few steps forward, and kicked Zhao Beilan in the chest: "You can do it

Try it, there is nothing else I dare not do now!"

After he finished speaking, he gave Zhao Beilan another sharp kick, causing Zhao Beilan to spurt blood on the ground.

Zhao Zhensheng was already frightened, and the scene was completely silent.

"Tsk," Zhao Hanchen looked at the blood stains on the ground and frowned: "Unlucky, you don't have to go to my father's funeral."

"Zhao Han... the head of the family," Zhao Zhensheng took a deep breath and said, "We are all your father's biological brothers. Isn't it wrong if you don't let Bei Lan go?"

"What's wrong? Do you want to stay with him?" The smile on Zhao Hanchen's lips was sharp and scary.

The most romantic and affectionate young master in the capital, I don’t know when he started to turn into a sophisticated man.

Now Zhao Hanchen has no weakness, and he doesn't allow others to say no to him.

Zhao Zhensheng remained silent. When he noticed Zhao Beilan's restraining eyes on the ground, he became more and more afraid to speak and sat down quietly.
Chapter completed!