Song Wen's funeral was very simple, and it is ridiculous to say that she did not buy a house for herself, but bought a piece before the cemetery had enacted the rules for purchase.

It was a sunny day, and the heavens were reluctant to disturb her peace with rain.

In the cemetery, artists, brand representatives, media, and fans ...... They were all dressed in black and expressed their condolences in silence.

Even the two jellyfish were brought by Sun Qing to let them see Song Wen for the last time.

Or let Song Wen see them one last time.

"They don't eat much after you leave, and you probably know that the person who feeds them has changed...... Perhaps, they are afraid that you are too lonely and want to accompany you."

"Hey, can I give it to you? It's all yours in the future, okay? Don't stop talking......

"I'm sorry, it's late, but I'm sorry."

"Actually, we've always believed in you...... You're too tired to rest, aren't you? That...... Sleep, we won't make you ......."

"Eighteen years later, you're still the most beautiful girl."

No one took the opportunity to hype up the heat, no one pressed the shutter in a big way, and no one made crazy trouble.

Everyone quietly sent this fragile but stubborn girl away.

Shen Fanyin didn't help Su Xingmu send off the guests, after she finished what she had to do, she tugged on Jing Zeheng's sleeve, and the two of them quietly left.

Shen Fanyin lowered her eyes lightly, and her black dress was on her calves, swaying with her steps.

Jing Zeheng looked at her and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Sanskrit, you've been too tired lately, or ......."

"I'm fine."

Shen Fanyin interrupted him softly, and emphasized again, "Brother, I'm fine."

Jing Zeheng frowned.

Shen Fanyin has been eating and sleeping normally in the past two days, but she has less words, laughing, and gone.

After venting her emotions briefly that day, she suppressed all her thoughts in her heart, even to him, and did not show a single thing.

This made Jing Zeheng a little flustered.

"Sanskrit ......"

Jing Zeheng stopped to look at her, only to call out her name, only to find that her eyes had changed.

The eyes that have always been indifferent in recent days were instantly cold, as if they had seen the appearance of an enemy......

Jing Zeheng followed her gaze.

Not far away, Chen Li was stepping up the steps, dressed in a white women's suit, stepping on the steps with high heels.

Behind her was a middle-aged man, well-maintained, with a smile between his eyebrows.

Obviously, these two people are here to see the fun.

Shen Fanyin clenched his fists unconsciously.

She asked, "Brother, if I beat her, can you hold it down?"

Jing Zeheng: "If you can't die, it's fine."

To be honest, Jing Zeheng didn't want to see such a calm Shen Fanyin at all.

He even misses the little cub who would fight because he couldn't help but have his brain, and he was pitiful in the police station waiting for him to take her home.

At least, she was happy at that time.

The two of them spoke so quietly that only they could hear each other.

Chen Li walked up the stairs, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a smug look in his eyes.

She stopped in front of Shen Fanyin, her smiling eyes seemed to say: You lost.

"Smack!"

A sturdy slap shattered the smugness in Chen Li's eyes.

She covered her face in astonishment, and a touch of cruelty flashed in her eyes: "Are you looking for death?"

Chen Li admitted that she was negligent just now, she really didn't expect Shen Fanyin to make a sudden move, and she didn't expect her to do it so quickly.

Her face was so hot and painful that Chen Li couldn't remember how long it had been since no one dared to hit her.

She habitually clenched her fists and struck towards Shen Fanyin's front door.

The fast and ruthless punch was not far behind Shen Fanyin's speed just now.

She didn't meet Shen Fanyin.

Jing Zeheng grabbed her wrist.

Chen Li gasped a few times

The air and the cyclone even returned to calm.

She looked at Jing Zeheng coldly: "Mr. Jing, what's the matter?"

"Get out."

Jing Zeheng's eyebrows were cold, and he only spit out one word lightly.

"I'm here to mourn, why are you driving me away?"

Chen Li broke away from Jing Zeheng's hand and brushed away his long hair.

She looked indifferent, as if the slap print on her face did not exist.

"If you don't leave, I'll continue to fan you, and you-"

"I can't fight back."

Shen Fanyin looked at her quietly, her voice was still soft, but she couldn't hide her determination.

Shen Fanyin didn't have to think about it to know that Chen Li came here today and could only pick the fruits of victory.

There's not much she can do, but she can stay here so that Song Wen doesn't see this disgusting person anymore.

Chen Li sneered. :

"Shen Fanyin, do you think that with Jing Zeheng standing next to you, you will have nothing to fear?"

Shen Fanyin shook his head: "No, he's not here today, I'll whip you the same."

Su Mu reminded her that she couldn't beat Chen Li.

But so what?

Even if she injured 800 enemies and damaged 1,000 herself, she admitted it.

Chen Li had never seen Shen Fanyin so directly and face-to-face, and when he saw it now, he was a little surprised.

But she wanted to laugh even more.

"Shen Fanyin, there are countless reporters inside and outside this cemetery, as long as I want to, your beating for no reason can make headlines on all platforms."

"Yes, you have countless followers online, but it's also your constraint, don't you dare?"

Chen Li touched his swollen and aching face with the back of his hand, and looked at Shen Fanyin's eyes full of banter.

Shen Fanyin looked at her coldly: "You are wrong, no one here will listen to you, reporter."

"Oh?"

"Using unfair commercial competition to slander and spread rumors...... If some kind person really sends out the picture of me pumping you, believe it or not, everyone will think that I have beaten you less."

Chen Li's breath tightened, and the fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help but want to beat Shen Fanyin again.

Shen Fanyin raised her hand to brush away the broken hair on her cheeks, looked into her eyes and said, "Have you forgotten that you are still on bail, and you are making trouble at this time, do you think you really have the ability to jump repeatedly under the majesty of the law?"

"You!"

Chen Li didn't pay attention to the bail at all.

But now that Shen Fanyin mentioned it, she always felt that she was going to make a fuss about it.

She is at the helm of the Chen family, and a problem with her reputation can cause a series of repercussions, the most obvious of which is a drop in the stock price.

What she used to threaten Shen Fanyin wasn't her own weakness?

"now, I can act as if I didn't see you." Shen Fanyin said, "Today, I'm not in the mood to play with you."

She just wanted to send Song Wen away quietly today.

Chen Li's eyes turned and turned on Shen Fanyin's face, and finally said, "Okay, Shen Fanyin, I have written down this slap, and I will pay you back sooner or later."

Shen Fanyin: "You're welcome, I've sent you."

Chen Li snorted coldly, turned around and left.

The middle-aged man who followed her did not leave, but continued to walk in as if he was fine.

Shen Fanyin glanced at him, "Do you think I won't be able to smoke you if you're tall?"

The man stopped, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Miss Shen misunderstood, I just happened to be walking with Mr. Chen, and I came to send Miss Song Wen."

"Who are you?"

"Pingle Entertainment, Chen Bei."