The original uproar about the murder of the Trump family has passed, and the suspects involved are also guessed to be almost compiled.

However, this case is also high and low, and it will not be closed after the official forced perfunctory, and the original suspect Lin Yuheng was also released, because there is no definite evidence to prove that he killed Andrew, or that Andrew's death was completely an accident, as long as the discerning person thinks about it, someone is provoking the article for this matter, and the result is that Lin Xiangrong almost self-detonated confessed that he had an improper relationship with Andrew's girlfriend and changed his original intention at the beginning.

After all, compared to how Andrew, who was killed by the bombing, everyone still hopes to see how the first national brother in Shanghai collapsed, and they are also happy about it.

So much so that in the end, although the gimmick of the Trump family's murder was huge, it could only be listed as an unjust case and slowly disappeared into time.

Now another week has passed, and the days are still passing day by day.

On this day, after Zhou Ruocheng finished another week's work, it was another Saturday, Zhou Ruocheng also breathed a sigh of relief, he could finally take a little rest tomorrow, and now there is less than a month left in a semester, and the day of the open class that Jiang Xue said to himself at the beginning is getting closer and closer.

Do you want to ask Zhou Ruocheng if he has the bottom in his heart? Even though it's not the first time I've done this kind of thing, I'm still a little scared in my heart, after all, it's in front of so many people.

Zhou Ruocheng has never been a serious person, if this group of guys is a poker face from beginning to end, then it will be meaningless at all.

Don't think about these random thoughts, the most important thing now should be the things in front of you.

Just when I was struggling, I saw Stella come over, "Sir, the Trump family sent an invitation here." ”

"Invitation?" Zhou Ruocheng was also a little puzzled: "What invitation?" ”

"It's Andrew. Master Trump's funeral, Mr. Trump would like you to attend. Stella replied.

"Are you going to invite me even to the funeral?" Zhou Ruocheng also muttered.

"When people invite the young master, it also shows that the Trump family has the young master in their hearts, which is a good thing, even if you are not invited, as a friend, you should go to condole." Tang Yunlin, who was sitting on the side, said.

"Okay." Zhou Ruocheng also shrugged his shoulders.

"When is the funeral, I will go with you on the same day, young master." Tai Tang Yunlin asked.

"Uh... There's no need for it, wife, it's inconvenient for you to go out now, I'll go with Qingyuan. Zhou Ruocheng said.

"Then if that's the case, please be careful, after all, even a funeral is an opportunity to socialize, don't say the wrong thing." Tang Yunlin advised.

"Well, I understand." Zhou Ruocheng nodded.

Putting the invitation in his arms, Zhou Ruocheng returned to the room, and then let out a long breath, always feeling that he might encounter some unexpected things on the day of the funeral.

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Because of the shelving of the case and the lack of evidence, Andrew's body could not be kept in the morgue all the time, so in the end, it was Mr. Trump who came forward to ask for the body back and began to officially deal with the aftermath for Andrew.

With the friendship of the Trump family, families of all sizes in Shanghai will come to mourn, and some of them can only receive the invitation, which is a great honor.

On the day of the funeral, the cars that came to mourn formed a long queue in front of Andrew's mansion, and the original handymen did not forget to direct the traffic, and the cars almost entered one by one.

Zhou Ruocheng and Zhao Qingyuan wore plain clothes and slowly advanced in the team of cars.

"I didn't expect so many people to come to mourn?" Zhou Ruocheng said with emotion.

"The Trump family is a big family in Shanghai, so it's right to have so many friends." Zhao Qingyuan said.

"I'm just lamenting whether there will be so many people lining up to mourn me when I die." Zhou Ruocheng said with emotion.

"Phew! What kind of frustrating words are you talking about, sir?! You're young! There's still a long way to go!! Zhao Qingyuan hurriedly said.

"No, I'm just talking." Zhou Ruocheng explained helplessly, why is his wife so serious?

"That's not going to work either! Sometimes what people say works very well! In case you say these things sir... Phew! Zhao Qingyuan seems to have put herself in.

"Haha, wife, you can rest assured, my life is still long, I want to stay with you, don't you?" Zhou Ruocheng said with a smile.

Zhao Qingyuan's face also turned red after hearing this, and she stopped talking.

It was easy to photograph the door, and when I saw the waiter at the door, I was also stunned after seeing Zhou Ruocheng, "Is it Mr. Zhou Ruocheng?" ”

"Huh? I am. Zhou Ruocheng replied.

"Did you bring your invitation?" The waiter asked again.

"Oh, I brought it." Zhou Ruocheng hurriedly handed over the envelope in his arms.

After a glance, the waiter stood up and made a gesture of please, "Mr. Zhou, you are a guest appointed by the master, you don't have to queue up, and please go directly to the gate of the mansion." ”

I didn't expect to have such a privilege? Zhou Ruocheng also smiled, nodded, and drove the car out, I don't know what the people who are queuing up behind think of themselves, but I feel very cool when I think about it, right?

Dear, this chapter is not finished, and there is the next page oh ^0^,

The car drove to the door, and the familiar waiter named Owen walked up, "Hello Mr. Zhou, sir, they are inside now." ”

"Oh, okay." Zhou Ruocheng walked out and put the car keys in Owen's hand with ease.

Zhou Ruocheng and Zhao Qingyuan walked up the steps, and the door was slowly pushed open, and they also walked in.

The spacious hall is now a little crowded, with white folding chairs neatly arranged in rows, many people sitting on these chairs with their heads bowed, and at the front of them, a black coffin is placed on a table with white sheets in it, Andrew is wearing a suit, his hands are folded on his stomach, and the Mr. Trump family is standing on the side, talking to a few guests.

Mr. Trump has a large family, probably so many foreigners, European and American faces surround Mr. Trump, her wife stands aside and wipes her tears with a handkerchief, and the guests come forward one by one with white flowers in their hands to express their condolences to Mr. Trump, and put the flowers in their hands in the coffin.

On one side, a well-dressed priest held a Bible in his hand and spoke in a language he did not understand, in a low and long tone, like a long narrative poem.

I am now poured out, and the time has come for me to die. I've fought the good fight. I've run the road. I have kept the faith. From now on a crown of righteousness is reserved for me, which the Lord of righteous judgment will give me in that day. not only to me, but also to all who love his appearance.

Heavenly Father, thank you for sending your Son, Jesus Christ, to die on the cross for our sins, to redeem us sinners from the penalty of sin, to thank the Lord Jesus for the resurrection in three days later for giving us hope of resurrection and eternal life, to comfort everyone, to give us true peace, thank you, and pray in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, amen.

Zhou Ruocheng followed the crowd, holding white flowers in his hands, and slowly walked forward.

Mr. Trump also squeezed out a smile after seeing Zhou Ruocheng, and his two hands were clasped together with Zhou Ruocheng.

"Mr. Trump, please pay your respects." Zhou Ruocheng said.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for taking the time to attend my son's funeral." Mr. Trump said with his head bowed.

"What is there to be thankful for, although I haven't had many incidents with Andrew, but I have always felt that Andrew was a good person, and it does feel a little sad to die so young." Zhou Ruocheng said.

"Mr. Zhou, please go and sit inside later." Mr. Trump said.

"No need, I'll just sit outside, don't make anything special for me." Zhou Ruocheng said.

"No, Mr. Zhou, what do you say about the people who have been exposed by the night market media now, although this is indeed a misunderstanding, but how much you appear here will also attract the attention of some people, I think Mr. Zhou, you also hope that your whereabouts can be low-key, right? So don't shirk it. Mr. Trump said.

"In that case... Then I thank Mr. Trump for his kindness. Zhou Ruocheng nodded and said.

The funeral of the Trump family was solemn, and after the priest read the eulogy, almost all the visitors placed a bouquet of flowers on Andrew, who seemed to be lying in a quilt made of flowers, with his eyes closed, and a peaceful look, as if he was asleep.

Mr. Trump and his wife stood at the front, their children at the back, Liliana with her head bowed, and several younger siblings beside her, all in tears, as if Andrew's death had deprived them of a good older brother.

When everything was said and it was time for the funeral, the two men brought the lid of the coffin up, but just as they were about to close it, Mr. Trump stopped them.

"Can I give Andrew another look?" Mr. Trump asked.

The two men with hammers nodded, and once again removed the coffin.

Mr. Trump stood beside his son and touched his face with his hand, "Myson, i'mreall'tletyoufatherinpoyson, son, an"? Is this what is called a white-haired person sending a black-haired person? ）”

As soon as the mother cried, the children behind her burst into tears, and the originally quiet funeral was now drowned in the cries of a crowd.

It turns out that not only Dahua, but also in foreign countries also have the etiquette of crying tombs. But I always feel that compared with Dahua's everything, there is still a sense of sincerity abroad.

Finally Mrs. Trump stood up, and the coffin was about to be sent to the tombstone outside, and Andrew's tombstone was chosen in a cemetery behind Trump's house, which the Trump family had made their home since they arrived.

"You need a few people together, Young Master Andrew will send them out." One person said.

The coffin has four pull rings, which means that it takes four people to lift him.

"Who are the friends of Master Andrew, please let us give Master Andrew his last ride." Father Priest said.

Zhou Ruocheng was entangled for a moment and walked out, "That... I'll do it.. ”

However, this sentence was said by more than one person, and when Zhou Ruocheng saw these people, he was also stunned, "Eh. Such a coincidence? ”

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading ^0^,