Five days later. Bai Yingying is not as ghostly as when she played the game that day, and her little expression is still very solemn.

Playing with a super good friend who died suddenly, no one will not be sad.

"Don't be too sad, pay attention to your body."

Ansu looked at Bai Yingying's drooping little head, and wanted to go up and rub it.

"Hmm." Bai Yingying nodded, looking as if she had something else to say.

Ansu didn't move, signaling that she could say whatever she wanted, even if it was to make conditions for Jasmine or something, she could agree.

Bai Yingying Chunchun sighed before saying in an imperceptible voice. "Jasmine used to like you......"

An Su raised her head lightly and met Bai Yingying's eyes, there are so many people here, why did Bai Yingying talk to her about this?

In this way, isn't it gossip news again?

"I know."

Although he was a little surprised, Ansu still smiled slightly and took the topic generously.

Sometimes some identities are very troublesome, the original owner is the son of the Jiang Group, and his every move also represents the Jiang Group, originally his death was related to the Jiang Group, and now he is involved in what kind of love affair before his death, it is easy for people to misunderstand if he catches it in a bright light.

Ansu's frank answer made Bai Yingying a little surprised, and she didn't know what to say when she was ready.

"As long as you go to Jasmine's funeral." Bai Yingying already had crystal tears in her eyes, and looked at Ansu with expectant eyes.

"By all means."

Ansu now felt that the current situation was not only to go, but also to go before the funeral.

An Su returned to the dormitory, and there was no surprise that Qian Mingzhe was still sitting in his room playing games.

"How do you know?" Ansu frowned and asked Qian Mingzhe.

"Hey, it's all spread on the campus internet."

Jasmine's grades in school are definitely excellent, and she is also a goddess-like figure, and her funeral made many people sigh.

"Many classmates said that they spontaneously wanted to attend his wedding or something, how should we go?"

As an adult, I usually know each other so well, and I must express myself to my family when I attend a friend's funeral.

"You know Jasmine so well, why is it that now that he has passed away, you are not sad at all, and you play games every day?"

"I don't know, but I just can't get up."

"Excuses." Ansu ate softly, then picked up the trench coat jacket on the chair.

"Where are you going?" Qian Mingzhe was a little surprised when she saw that she had just come back and was going out again.

"Didn't you say ask me how I was going to attend the funeral? Go now. ”

"Ah???h

Ansu faintly felt that the situation was wrong, and the seemingly unrelated things that had happened to you in the past few days were all connected in a strange way.

"Are you going?" Ansu made up her mind to go, she felt that Qian Mingzhe would be better off if she went, but it didn't matter.

"Go!" Qian Mingzhe quickly took off his slippers and picked up the brand-name sneakers next to his door.

The movements of the two people were very fast, and they drove to Jasmine's house in less than half an hour.

Qian Mingzhe couldn't help but sigh, the original flowery garden is now only white.

The Iraqi people departed, and the whole city was destroyed.

The hall of the entire villa was directly arranged into a mourning hall, and the bright photos of Jasmine before her death turned into black and white colors and hung in the center of the mourning hall.

On the futon to the left of the mourning hall sat a woman in her 40s, with a haggard face and a thin figure.

"Auntie." Ansu guessed at once that this should be Jasmine's mother, because she has the temperament of a wealthy lady.

"Hello." The woman glanced at Ansu and nodded slightly

"Auntie, we're friends with Jasmine." Qian Mingzhe also choked on the side, he always felt that he was not old enough to attend the funeral, so he had not learned the etiquette of the funeral, and now he was a little restrained.

"I know."

The three words of the woman with a sad face made the two of them feel surprised, but they didn't want to ask.

Neither of them is stupid, and there is nothing good to say at this time.

But the woman also had to say, she stared at Ansu's eyes inexplicably, and then said lightly: "I saw you at the police station that day, you were in the interrogation room, and you didn't see me." ”

It's a bit ugly to say.

But Qian Mingzhe didn't care, although the old saying is that you don't hit a smiling person, but at this time, the situation is special, and people with white hair send black hair, so they can't allow people to be a little angry.

The family doesn't believe that Jasmine committed suicide or not, and even if they believe that it is suicide, they must think about why Jasmine committed suicide.

The game played by several people together, they must be the most suspicious.

What's more, the killing games that young people like to play look problematic in the minds of older people.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, we didn't find Jasmine at the time." Ansu saw that Jasmine's mother was actually angry with them, so she could only apologize first.

The apology was said, but Jasmine's mother just ignored her, and even looked away from her eyes just now.

"Auntie, in fact, I am not only representing Jasmine's friend today, but I am also representing the Jiang Group." Seeing that it was useless to touch her lips, Ansu took out a check from her trouser pocket and handed it to Jasmine's mother.

Mother Jasmine just glanced at the check, but she didn't see the number, so she shook her head and gently reached out and pushed it back.

"I don't blame your company, my own daughter has a short life." Jasmine's mother said that it was not strange, but tears gradually overflowed from her eyes.

"I brought Jasmine up by myself, and now I'm a little tired, thinking that no one can handle her funeral for me." Jasmine's mother's words came to an abrupt end here, in fact, he was ordering Ansu and wanted Ansu to pick up.

But can this kind of funeral stubble Ansu be able to pick up?

She originally thought that Jasmine was also a wealthy family, so two zeros were drawn on the checks, and she didn't mean to spend money on human lives, so she expressed her feelings and apologized.

But now I found out that Jasmine's mother is not a stubble, and her brain circuit is strange.

Listening to this voice to help with the funeral is certain, but Ansu still can't speak, being asked to help and taking the initiative to help are two concepts, and Jasmine's mother is a human spirit, maybe it's really a hole.

"I don't take any money from you, I just want to accompany your daughter to send her away, so my daughter's funeral will be handed over to your Jiang Group."

"I also gave it to you because I saw you like a capable child." Mother Jasmine looked into Ansu's eyes again with a strange smile.

The sound of this speech is wonderful, obviously forcing others to help you manage the funeral, but you have to say that I will let you handle it because I give you face, and you have to accept my face.