Chapter 277

"Remove these reports and hot searches! Are all dead people in the public relations department?" Li Xingyuan saw the hot search and was furious, "She just disappeared, she didn't die!"

"Li Xingyuan, have you been crazy enough?"

Lu Shaochen came in from outside, his beard unshaven and his hair unkempt.

Li Xingyuan glanced at him coldly: "What are you doing here?"

The phone of the public relations department was blown up by major media, and they were all asking about Ye Zhimeng. Lu Shaochen's face was gloomy, "Let me ask you, will the obituary be published?"

Li Xingyuan rushed over directly, grabbed Lu Shaochen, and hit the wall directly: "She's not dead, why did she post an obituary?"

"Dead or not, don't you count it in your heart? How many times have you confirmed that she did board the plane? How can she live when the plane falls like that? You tell me how she lives?" Lu Shaochen raised his hand and punched Li Xingyuan in the face.

He pushed hard.

With a punch, Xingyuan took two steps back.

In the past few days, he has been looking for people everywhere, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, and people have collapsed visibly.

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"Let me ask you, what were you doing when you went back to Shanghai that day?" Lu Shaochen asked, pointing at Li Xingyuan.

Li Xingyuan stiffened.

"If you stay in Yashi and don't come back suddenly, she probably won't get on the plane that afternoon. Lu Shaochen gritted his teeth.

Li Xingyuan was in his mind.

When he left that day, Ye Zhimeng's cold and detached appearance appeared.

The heart was painful again.

"I'm here today to tell you that Ye Zhimeng's good friends are going to hold a funeral for her, you can do well, let her go with peace of mind, don't make trouble!" Lu Shaochen straightened out, was grabbed by Li Xingyuan's shirt, turned around and strode away.

Outside the window, the snow was pouring down.

Lu Shaochen glanced up at the sky.

In fact, like Li Xingyuan, Lu Shaochen didn't think that Ye Zhimeng was dead.

He always felt that she had completed the task of escaping from Li Xingyuan, and was in a corner of the world, waiting for her to restart her life with the babies after giving birth.

Because there are no bones.

Ye Zhimeng was buried in the Xishan Cemetery in Rongcheng, only some clothes.

Wen Chi, who has been freed, as Ye Zhimeng's brother, set up a tombstone for her.

That day, it was sleet in Xishan Cemetery.

Wen Chi knelt in front of the tombstone, crying regardless of the image.

Some old neighbors, watching from afar, wiped their tears.

The same howling and crying, as well as the administrator's uncle, in the management room, are almost crying.

Hao Tian only came in a hurry.

Ye Zhimeng's crash, Hao Tian always felt that it was her fault.

If it weren't for the fact that she was going to be discharged from the hospital, Ye Zhimeng would not have decided to come back temporarily.

Hao Tian, who was deeply in self-blame, finally chose to give up her life in China under the persuasion of her mother, and was already going through immigration procedures.

She also went to Li Xingyuan.

Afraid that he would take revenge on his mother and adoptive father.

However, Li Xingyuan didn't say anything.

Later, after a long time, Hao Tian knew that Li Xingyuan was the same as her at that time.

The responsibility for returning Ye Zhimeng to that plane was blamed on himself.

If he hadn't left that morning, he would naturally not let Ye Zhimeng leave, and in the end, Hao Tian would have flown over to accompany her.

He was the sinner.

In the end, it disappointed Xiao Yezi as a sinner.

It's getting dark.

Wen Chi's knees were already numb from the cold.

With the support of his friends, Wen Chi got up in embarrassment, but he was always on the tombstone, Ye Zhimeng's smiling face.

He chose a photo of Ye Zhimeng when she was seventeen years old.

At that time, my grandmother was still there, there were no problems with the business, and Mengmeng was very happy every day.

has nothing to do with the person who imprisoned her and tortured her.

Go out of the cemetery.

Wen Chi saw Li Xingyuan from afar.

He was dressed in black, with a black umbrella, and stood in the rain like a hellish ghost.

Meng Meng is gone.

His own hands are also wasted.

Wen Chi no longer had the slightest fear of Li Xingyuan.

He walked up to Li Xingyuan, looked at him and asked, "Mr. Li, I only have one question." Why did you leave her alone that morning and leave on a private jet?"