As a racing driver, although Song Sheng is an amateur, he has also participated in many events and won many awards. This time, the drive was very steady, and Xu was afraid of shaking Song Xiaoxiao.

An hour later, the car arrived near the church, and Song Sheng parked the car and shouted Song Xiaoxiao to get out of the car together.

The solemn portico, the unique pointed arch, the raised dome in the middle, and the high erection of the cross make people admire. There were a lot of people coming and going, and Song Sheng's task was just to accompany Song Xiaoxiao to take a look, even if he had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask.

In Song Sheng's heart, Song Xiaoxiao is everything to him, Song Xiaoxiao is whatever he wants, and no one can hurt Song Xiaoxiao.

Before the funeral began, Song Sheng took Song Xiaoxiao to a nearby restaurant to fill her small belly.

After eating, they walked along the path to the church, the funeral still did not start, Song Xiaoxiao, who entered the church, sat in the corner, staring at his posthumous photo on the stage, there was an indescribable funny.

Seeing more and more people walking in, and her good sister Tang Ruhua, who was crying and almost fainting!

The last one to walk in was Chen Qiaoan.

The man she loves the most is still the emperor in the crowd, his side face is like a carved perfect work of art, his thin lips are pursed into a line, his unique aura is impossible to ignore, and his every move has a fatal charm.

Looking at Chen Qiaoan's appearance, Tang Ruhua was like a rabbit, and quickly walked to Chen Qiaoan's side, still with a weak face, and threw himself into Chen Qiaoan's arms with tears on his face.

Chen Qiaoan's arm paused, then raised it and gently patted Tang Ruhua's back.

Song Xiaoxiao was a little excited, although she had been trying to restrain herself. Her hands were clenched in the shape of fists, her joints were white, and her face flickered brightly and darkly.

Song Xiaoxiao stood up suddenly, walked to the altar with a cold face, Song Sheng hurriedly got up and followed her, without asking or saying anything.

"Tang Ruhua, you vicious woman, you still have the face to attend the funeral, and you want to snatch Qiao An." Song Xiaoxiao yelled angrily at Tang Ruhua, but she really didn't hold back.

The people who came to attend the funeral stared at Song Xiaoxiao's inexplicable face, who is this woman, why is she making trouble here, of course, more people want to dig up the fiery gossip.

Tang Ruhua stared at Song Xiaoxiao, she couldn't remember that she knew this woman, what was the holiday, in front of so many people, in order to maintain the face of the wealthy lady, she naturally couldn't break out.

"This young lady, do you recognize the wrong person, we are holding a funeral here, can you make trouble and change the day?" Tang Ruhua said with sadness.

"I'm sorry, she's got a bit of a problem with her head, I'll take her away right away." Song Sheng protected Song Xiaoxiao behind him, said to everyone, and then left the church quickly with Song Xiaoxiao in his arms.

Chen Qiaoan glanced at her when Song Xiaoxiao scolded Tang Ruhua, and there was no warmth in her cold eyes.

Probably Chen Qiaoan thought that this was one of her loyal admirers.

What are Song Xiaoxiao's friends and who to be good with, Song Sheng knows these things clearly, but at this time, in Song Sheng's memory, Song Xiaoxiao and the people of the Tang family have no relationship at all, they are simply incompatible, so what is Song Xiaoxiao's performance today?