He looked up at the gloomy sky, the sun rising from the horizon, and a thin morning mist in the air. His complexion was shrouded in this mist, and a layer of mist floated in the deep and transparent holes of his eyes, like tears condensed in his eye sockets.

Yan Qingfeng, as the eldest son and the heir of the Yan Group, is in charge of Yan Zong's burial.

The people from the funeral home soon came, and the black car carried Yan Zong's body into the distance.

From now on, they need to do a lot of things. Inform the Yan family around the world of the funeral of Yan Zong, set a date for the funeral, and accept the condolences of the family who is good friends with the Yan family.

Fortunately, his sons are very powerful, and he doesn't need to worry about the Yan family falling apart in the future before he dies.

He has been in the business world all his life, and the family business he inherited from his ancestors has also been carried forward in his hands, he indulged in it when he was young and did not leave a trace of regrets, and he was accompanied by his lover and son when he was old.

The funeral was scheduled for the ninth day after Yanzong's death.

The day of the funeral was a rare fine weather in London. There were a lot of people who came to the funeral, some of them were better with the Yan family for generations, and some of them came to climb relatives, Yan Qingfeng also received them one by one, and the long line sent Yan Zong's ashes to the Yan family's private tomb.

When Yan Zong's tombstone stood in front of his tombstone, some people realized in a trance that an era was over.

What follows is a new era, which belongs to the era of the heirs of the Yan Sect.

The prosperity of the Yan family will continue to prosper.

This is an excellent family.

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On the blue waters of the Brighton Sea, a luxury cruise ship docks on the sea as usual.

A young man with an oriental face climbed into the boat from the sea, and soon a servant brought a large towel that absorbed water and draped it over his shoulders.

He was a handsome and energetic young man, his hair dyed flaxen, and between his damp hairline, an amethyst-carved earring sparkled in the sun.

He wiped his hair as he walked towards the cruise ship's dining room, "Has she finished her breakfast?" ”

The servant who followed him whispered, "I haven't finished eating yet." Miss Luo doesn't seem to have a good appetite, and she's still in the restaurant. ”

Ji Qingcheng nodded, and quickened his pace to walk towards the restaurant.

In the European-style western restaurant, the sun is just right.

On the white wooden dining table, freshly prepared food is arranged, steaming and exuding aroma. A slender figure stood by the window, looking up at the blue sky, wearing a white lace nightdress, ankle-length, and slender because of its width.

She heard footsteps and turned her head.

Ji Qingcheng walked over, touched her neck-length short hair, and asked softly, "Why haven't you eaten?" Bad appetite? ”

Luo Nanchu nodded, frowning lightly on his pale little face: "Nausea, I can't eat." ”

Ji Qingcheng took her hand and came to the seat and sat down, and served her a bowl of oatmeal: "You have just started to recover, no matter what, eat a little." ”

Luo Nanchu looked at the bowl handed over by Ji Qingcheng, hesitated, and took it.

She brushed her short hair from the end of her hair and lowered her head to take a sip of milky oatmeal.