Chapter 450 (1/2)

Everything is simplified in a hurry.

Simply took a bath, simplified makeup, and even simply picked clothes that were slightly solemn and completely black and white.

After all, it's Han lingchu's funeral. It's always hard to dress too fancy.

Not even breakfast.

He rushed to the porch and changed his shoes.

”Madam, breakfast...”

”I'm too late! No breakfast! ”

Housekeeper Ji always speaks slowly. She doesn't have time to finish listening. She yells loudly and plans to talk to him. At the same time, she suddenly pushes the door open and rushes out.

He left a black line on his face and stood in the porch. He was the quarter housekeeper swaying in the wind.

Outside the hospital, Mou Wanqian and the man named Liao Bowei are already waiting.

Lin Jiangxia jumped down from the bodyguard car, sorted out her mood and gathered her hair.

When he approached, he found that Liao Bowei was ready for everything.

Even the empty urn has been prepared, and the funeral team, hearse and even the live band have been prepared.

Lin Jiangxia heard that this funeral company is very professional, but he didn't expect to be able to do so. It's a little... Boastful.

However, it is better to be buried vigorously than unknown.

Han lingchu was also a decent person before he died. He was probably behind him. He also hoped to create a beautiful scene.

When she misses Han lingchu, the habitual smile at the corners of his mouth will appear in her mind.

The heart seems to be unstoppable colic again.

”Xia Xia, you're late.” Mu Wanzai greeted him.

”I got up late.” Lin Jiangxia looked sorry and nodded to Liao Bo standing in the wind.

Liao Bowei immediately flattered.

Lin Jiangxia looked up. From this point of view, he could also see the ward building that had been burned into a dark shape, and his heart was naturally depressed.

”Where shall we send the urn later?” She frowned gently and asked with her lips closed.

”Madam Chairman.” Liao Bowei pressed down at the corner of his mouth: ”we have bought a cemetery in the best cemetery in the city. We have also found a very professional person to calculate the feng shui of that cemetery. There is absolutely no problem. You will be satisfied.”

Lin Jiangxia nodded noncommittally.

Glancing sideways, he found the one standing behind Liao Bowei, holding a large picture of Han lingchu in both hands.

Black and white, both sides of the photo frame are also matched with ink woven flowers, which can be regarded as a posthumous photo.

It's really a big one, half the length of the man holding it.

”This...”

”Oh, Mr. Han lingchu's photos are not difficult to find. As long as you search the Internet, you will naturally find them.” Liao Bowei explained: ”however, I didn't expect that Mr. Han lingchu was such a great man that he would die in this disaster. It's really regrettable. He is really jealous of talents.”

These words made Lin Jiangxia feel even more depressed.

Such a big show naturally attracts the attention of many passers-by.

However, most people have learned about the hospital fire through the media, and they are not surprised at the funeral ceremony at the moment.

Lin Jiangxia still raised her eyes and stared at the building with a slight frown.

”Madam Chairman, if you don't start again, I'm afraid it will delay the burial time.” Liao Bowei's right index finger gently touched the dial of the watch worn on his left wrist: ”we also tested the burial time with the most famous feng shui master. After an hour, it's not very good.”

Mu Wanxia gently put his hands on Lin Jiangxia's shoulders and said softly, ”Xia Xia, people are gone. I'm sorry for the change.”