The next day was a rare cloudy day, without the scorching sun of the previous days, however, the weather was changeable, and the sultry weather for several days in a row was also faintly gloomy today, brewing for a morning, and then a rain came down in the afternoon, which was very vivid.

Nguyen Aiqin's funeral was very simple, and no one was invited.

The news of Ruan Aiqin's death has not been revealed, and when Li Chun and the others went to deal with it, they also tried their best to suppress the news, so there were few people who came to mourn.

Moreover, people are often so realistic, when the Feng Group was still brilliant before, this kind of scene was naturally indispensable, but now the Feng Group has become history, and the Feng family almost no longer exists because of recent events, so even if they know, few will be willing to come.

Feng Zhen, accompanied by Li Chun and others, buried Ruan Aiqin's ashes.

At this time, he was also holding the statue of Ruan Aiqin and standing in front of the tombstone, and on the side was a monk reciting scriptures.

The rain is still falling, the assistant is also holding an umbrella for Li Chun and Feng Zhen, the wind in the cemetery is also a little cold at this time, the gloomy rain curtain makes people feel a burst of coolness, the cool breeze keeps blowing the flowers in front of the tombstone, and the weak petals are also knocked off several petals by the wind and rain.

Xu Lulu and Chen Ziyan didn't come, not even a phone call or a message, and Feng Zhen didn't go to school to pick Feng Yisheng back......

He was already a little powerless when he had such a big matter, and if Li Chun hadn't come over to help deal with it, he might still be in the hospital now.

Feng Zhen felt as if he had passed a cycle of life and death, and he was on the scene with women like Xu Lulu and Chen Ziyan......

After a long, long time, when the monk turned over the pages of the scriptures, Feng Zhen didn't say a word, and finally, after the monk finished reciting, he bowed slightly to the tombstone, and also bowed to Feng Zhen, and then signaled Li Chun, and then left quietly.

At this moment, Li Chuncai took a breath, looked at Feng Zhen, who was still depressed, and said in a deep voice, "The old lady has gone to the Western Elysium, Mr. Feng still has to mourn, take care of himself." ”

Li Chun's words fell, Feng Zhen came back to his senses a little, his eyes were filled with a trance, looking at Li Chun, his hands also hugged Ruan Aiqin's last photo, and said in a daze, "I hope she really ascends Elysium, but the previous thing is ......"

"It's all over, Mr. Wind...... You don't have to be too sad, you never know what's going to happen tomorrow, so cherish the moment. Mr. Feng, she still hopes that you can live well. ”

Li Chun said.

Hearing this, Feng Zhen smiled bitterly again, "People like me probably won't be qualified to live well in the future, everything always has to pay a price, I have no complaints, and I am not qualified to ask for forgiveness for those things that Qian Ning has committed." I can only hope that she can live a better life in the future. ”

Feng Zhen is not a fool, Feng Qianning did this, no matter what the purpose was, he could be regarded as having endured her affection, but it was precisely because she was still thinking about the people of the Feng family that she would make a move, otherwise, could he still count on Xu Lulu and Chen Ziyan?

Your own people, in the end, are you still your own people......

At the beginning, why didn't he understand the truest meaning of the old man's words?

and the blind-eyed ones are so good to the mother and daughter, thinking about it, they deserve such a lesson.

"Mr. Feng doesn't have to be polite, Mr. Feng is kind and knowledgeable, and he can understand your difficulties."

"Well, maybe, this is life......"

Feng Zhen sighed, thought about it, and suddenly looked at Li Chun again, and said, "Manager Li, do you also know where Xu Lulu is?" ”

As soon as this question came out, Li Chun immediately hesitated, and seemed a little unsure whether to tell Feng Zhen or not.

"The divorce between me and Xu Lulu hasn't been done yet, and I still need to find her to do it."

That vicious and ruthless woman, Feng Zhen didn't want to let her go so easily.

After thinking about it, Li Chuncai said in a deep voice, "Mr. Feng must be calm, the old lady's matter has just passed, it is better for you to take a break for the time being." ”

"I understand, I won't trouble Qianling, I just want to settle this matter as soon as possible, so trouble Manager Li......"

Feng Zhen's eyes were very dim, and his words were a little weak.

Li Chun thought about it for a while, and had no choice but to say, "She should be staying with Chen Ziyan, and you know that Chen Ziyan has also been ...... recently Bought several properties, and now it seems that only a small apartment in the west of the city is left......"

Shixi Small Apartment......

This wind vibration seems to know about the address.

"Thank you, Manager Li......"

Feng Zhen's words fell, and he vaguely heard the sound of a car approaching below, and subconsciously turned his head to look......

I saw a black Mercedes-Benz driving towards the side of the road, stopping steadily under a tree on the side of the road, followed by another black car.

The car stopped, and soon stepped down from the passenger seat, and a black-clad bodyguard held an umbrella and went over to open the door for the back seat.

The person in the back seat quickly came down, and when he looked at it, it was Feng Qianling-

Dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses on his face, he was walking towards this side, followed by a bodyguard with an umbrella and another bodyguard in black.

Feng Qianling soon came to Ruan Aiqin's tombstone.

"Mr. Feng!"

Li Chun and the assistant also quickly greeted each other.

Feng Qianning nodded, "You've worked hard, let's go down first." ”

"Okay, Mr. Feng!"

Li Chun said, handed over the umbrella to the bodyguard, and withdrew with the assistant.

In front of the tombstone, Feng Zhen and Feng Qianling were left, as well as the bodyguards who were silent and gave them umbrellas.

At this time, the sky was very gloomy, and the clear rain continued to fly down, being isolated from the inch square black umbrella, and the narrow space made people feel inexplicably depressed.

"Ah Ning......"

Feng Zhen's deep and hoarse voice came.

Feng Qianling glanced at him and didn't say anything, just indifferently put a white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"I didn't expect you to come."

Feng Zhen said.

"The old lady's thing, thank you so much, and the previous thing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, I can't help but blame you, and I beat you......"

As soon as the words fell, only a crisp slap sounded, Feng Qianling frowned, and only then did he realize that a slap mark had appeared on Feng Zhen's face, which was hit by his uninjured hand.

Feng Zhen is not a person who knows his mistakes and will not change, at this time, probably only in this way can he feel some comfort in his heart.