A car stopped steadily, and the white-gloved greeter stepped forward, and the shutter sound of "click" was already remembered all around, countless dazzling flashing lights lit up, and people with white light like day could hardly even open their eyes, and the public area outside the fence in the distance began to scream, and the scene was suddenly chaotic. Countless people screamed and stretched out their hands to him.

"Jiayang, Jiayang, don't cry!

"We are with you!"

"Cry, cry, it's not a sin!"

When his tall figure appeared at the door of the mourning hall, the media began to follow him in unison, flashes came and went, and the cameras were almost all aimed at him.

I looked at him coldly, he was still wearing a straight black suit with a black armband, he didn't wear sunglasses, and the green shadow under his eyes greatly reduced his appearance.

In front of the public, is it playing the sensational card? Sure enough, it is another brilliant public relations slap.

A reporter broke through the encirclement, stretched out the microphone to Chen Jiayang, and said quickly: "Mr. Chen Jiayang, what will you do for your wife?"

The audience calmed down, and everyone was stunned.

The protocol rushed to stop the reporter, apparently not making any public appointments.

Chen Jiayang was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "My beloved wife unfortunately died young, she loved life during her lifetime, simple and kind, I decided to donate to the Hope Engineering School in her name, so that more people will remember her, thank you." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and entered the hall, and behind him, the reporters in the media area could not stand the applause, and the photographers should have taken him very well, and dare to say that he must have his sad figure on the front page headlines.

I watched him slowly walk into the hall, his expression solemn, handsome, still as good as before, his eyes were blood-red, and he was full of evil and demonic breath.

Why? Is it that you are too excited? Or count money all night? So that your eyes are bloodshot and you can't sleep at night?

I really wanted to step forward and ask, "I'm dead, are you happy now?"

But I can't now, because Liu Na hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear: "Sister, impulsiveness is the devil, this is not a good time to ask for an autograph." ”

"It doesn't seem like so. ”

I was sweating so hard that I almost struck rashly.

Oh yes, he's already the only man in the supreme, bloodless gladiatorial fight.

What do you want to fight with him now? I can't live up to my grandmother's expectations, and now I am my only relative.

I sneered.

Chen Jiayang took out the six pillars of incense and lit it carefully, put his hands together, raised the incense to his eyebrows, at the level of his eyebrows, pious and humble, bowed his head, and muttered to himself.

Subsequently, six sticks of incense were inserted into the incense burner.

On the futon, he slowly knelt down, took out a wooden comb from his arms, broke half of it, and put the other half into the glass case.

The lights shone down in the hall, his handsome face was full of sadness, and after a short pause, Chen Jiayang sighed lightly and stood up.

The agent came over and whispered a few words to him, he nodded, glanced at the posthumous photo with affection, and stood aside to receive the mourners.

From beginning to end, he didn't say anything, and I watched him look so lonely and shameless, and my heart was mixed.

I even have a hint of expecting him to cry bitterly, maybe I find someone in my heart to be interesting and comforting.

Sure enough, sensuality is a girl's daydream.

In the moment of sadness, there is still a face.

In the end, he still maintained his low profile and restraint, calm and sinking, as usual, decisive in killing, never dragging mud and water, as if everything was under control.

After three years of husband and wife, in the end, the lights went out and they parted ways.

The guests who came to pay their respects arrived one after another. After several years of hard work, Xingchen has mastered Duojia Cinemas, Xincheng Media Group, including film and television production and brokerage companies, involved in advertising print, media wireless network, etc., and almost single-handedly pinched the lifeblood of countless stars in the circle.

So the big names and small coffees came to the scene one after another, offering flowers and bowing. Regardless of sincerity or not, they all make heavy sad expressions, and in the film and television rivers and lakes, there is always a time to meet.

What's more, Chen Jiayang is not only an actor, but now he has taken over Xingchen Media Group and has a huge entertainment empire.

This legendary man can turn decay into magic with a casual word, and turn an ordinary person into a big star; in the same way, a sentence can also ruin the future of any artist, and he will fall into eighteen layers of hell without turning over.

People are always profit-seeking animals, so this memorial service is also vigorous.

Seeing him up close, the corners of his eyes are always slightly narrowed, and the corners of his eyes are always squinted, as if he looks down on this prosperous boredom and contempt.

I laughed, he is a golden statue of the actor, it is really well deserved.

I couldn't stand it, so I found an excuse to leave the mourning hall.

The bustle outside is more than 100 times more lively than the mourning hall.

There was a crowd of people outside the bars in the public open area, media reporters carrying cameras, and FAs holding light signs

s, gossip scandal paparazzi, everyone stared at every move in the field with burning eyes. Once the wind blows inside, the people outside are bowed and shadowed.

Maybe it's the wife of the dead actor, not the actor himself, so fa

S regards this as a close look at his idol, and his heart is full of joy instead of crying sadly.

Just as the fugue was in the making.

The crowd was confused, and all that could be heard outside was screams and shouts of "Oh my dea."

., pushing each other.

It seems that another big coffee has arrived.

AS I LOOKED INTO THE DISTANCE, I SAW A ROYAL BLUE BUGATTI SPEEDING TOWARDS ME, ITS BODY TURNING SHARPLY FOR TEN DEGREES, PARKED IN THE PARKING LOT OUTSIDE, AND THE OCCUPANTS OF THE CAR WALKED OUT.

A young man, dressed in a shy black shirt and suit, tied with a dark blue tie, and cool glasses that cover half of his face, is a talented and beautiful Miyatoshikawa!

His fans chanted: "Miyanomiya, I love you!"

It was a spectacular scene, and I even saw the fans cry because of the wave of his hand, or even just the look he looked in that direction.

Since the entire memorial service has become a star-chasing venue, the light of the fans' glow sticks is as bright as starlight, whistles, and screams one after another.

Gong Shichuan didn't say much, he lowered his head and walked with a solemn expression, although there were etiquette personnel leading the team, but he couldn't withstand the ambush on all sides. Countless FA

S screamed and rushed up, and the scene was close to getting out of control, but fortunately, the security guards of the funeral home and the company's service staff finally managed to protect Gong Shichuan out of the encirclement, and walked towards the mourning hall in a crowd, and the Meiguang lights flashed non-stop.

I watched this scene in amazement, and my eyes followed the back of the jade tree in the wind until he disappeared through the door.

Oh my god.