Hua Rong glanced at Qin Su, walked over and said in a low voice: "The matter of ashes is not something that Ting Yuan can decide alone. At the beginning of the year, it was already included in the genealogy of the Yan family, and the site selection of the cemetery was also handled by the Yan family. You are friends at the beginning of the year, and you will not be hindered when you come to worship the Yan family in the future, so don't worry. ”

"It really was just an accident." Hua Rong lowered her eyes and explained to her in a low voice, "We were going to fly back that day, and Nanchu went out halfway, but I didn't stop it, and it had nothing to do with Tingyuan." If you really want to blame, you might as well blame me. ”

Qin Su bit his lip, raised his head and looked at Fu Tingyuan with red eyes for a while, then he couldn't help it, and finally cried, turned around and hugged Qin Lie on the side, buried his head in his arms and cried bitterly.

She had read the accident report and knew it was just an accident, but her heart was really hurting, and she couldn't stand it if she didn't find someone to vent to.

The brunt of her anger was directed at Fu Tingyuan.

She couldn't forgive him for what he did to Luo Nanchu in her life.

Qin Su was trembling from crying, she still couldn't accept the fact that Luo Nanchu was dead.

Hua Rong sent someone to place the two sisters and brothers of the Qin family in a nearby hotel.

Luo Nanchu's funeral was organized by the Yan family two days later, and the specifications and treatment were the same as those of the Yan family.

But no amount of lavish funerals can comfort anything.

Hua Rong arranged Qin Lie and Qin Su and them, and when they came back alone, they couldn't help but park the car on the side of the road and lay on the steering wheel and cry bitterly.

She died in front of her eyes, and if she could go out with her that day, maybe Luo Nanchu wouldn't have died.

Every time she thought of the memory of that day, she had to regret it once.

She felt that it was her own fault, and her carelessness killed Luo Nanchu.

The villa gradually quieted down, and the servant looked at the owner who was injured in the corner of his lip in the corridor tremblingly, it was really terrible that someone dared to do something to Fu Sanshao in London.

"Third Young Master," the butler cautiously walked over and asked, "Do you want to rub the medicine first?" Do you have any other injuries on you? ”

Fu Tingyuan raised his head and glanced at him, then didn't say anything, turned around and re-entered the guest room.

He has been staying in this room for the last few days.

Everyone in the villa knew that this room was where the dead Miss Luo lived.

Now I have changed to Fu Tingyuan.

This room was allowed to be entered, and one of the subordinates had the audacity to push the door open and poke his head in to peek in.

The furnishings in the bedroom are the same as before, everything is in place, and the beds are very clean.

It was as if waiting for the owner of this room to come back and stay.

And Fu Tingyuan sat on the sofa in a daze.

In this place, where Luo Nanchu lived for a month, he had to sit in it every day from morning till night.

No one knows what he's thinking.

After all, he seems so calm, except for this little gaffe, it is much better than those men and women who have lost their lovers and cry bitterly.

On the day of Ronan's first funeral, the weather was clear.

After the rain and the sky was clear, the spring was bright, and the private tomb of the Yan family was on the hill of the whole field near the suburbs of London.

All the way by, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and in such a brilliant spring, it is easy to remind people of what Luo Nanchu used to be.

Qin Su couldn't stop crying, she almost cried to death, and was comforted by Qin Lie in his arms.