Marriage can't wait: Gao Leng and Feng Shao bow down

After saying this seemingly unintentionally, He Mulan turned around and patted Pei Yan's shoulder: "Let's go."

Pei Yan obviously saw that Kong Ying trembled nervously after hearing He Mulan's words. Could it be that He Mulan guessed something?
But he still didn't ask more, for fear of being overheard by others, he could only look at He Mulan carefully, but He Mulan's expression looked normal, as if nothing happened.

"Mulan, if you're tired, just tell me." Pei Yan instructed.

"What's so tiring about exploring, it's better to say that I'm very happy now." He Mulan smiled slightly, "A while ago I thought I was useless and couldn't face anything. But after these few days of experience, I Find out I'm still me."

"Of course it's best for you to think so." Pei Yan also replied with a smile.

"I don't know what's going on these two days, but I suddenly figured it out. I always feel that I can accept many things, whether they are good or bad." He Mulan said thoughtfully.

This thought was like a dream, lingering in her mind, lingering.

But what He Mulan didn't know was that some things did happen, but they were not necessarily acceptable to her.

The chaos in the Feng family still continued, and Feng Tian couldn't help but suppress it so that it could barely continue to operate normally.

In the past few days, He Zhaoyuan began to be unable to get through to He Mulan's phone calls. He comforted himself that it was only because of the poor signal on the Silk Road, but he couldn't help remembering the worries that Gu Qingyu had mentioned to him at the beginning.

Is it really reassuring to let He Mulan and Pei Yan go out together?
Unbeknownst to He Zhaoyuan, he is now in a state of passive acceptance of what happened.

He only saw Gu Qingyu constantly appearing on TV. The case about Feng Anyan's assassination has been raging for many days. Many people seem to have prepared a lot of questions, wanting Gu Qingyu to cry in front of their microphones Runny nose.

But every time Gu Qingyu behaved calmly and rationally, at most he looked haggard.

This is in line with her usual performance. She is the kind of person who will not be vulnerable in front of outsiders no matter how painful she is.

It is Gu Qingyu like this that makes people feel more distressed.

"Miss Gu, Miss Gu, may I ask if Third Young Master Feng really passed away?"

"Someone broke the news on the Internet, saying that the killer was a young woman who lived in Feng Sanshao's house. What is the relationship between the person who killed Feng Sanshao and Feng Sanshao?"

"Miss Gu, the case of Feng Sanshao's death has never been held. Is there something else hidden about this matter?"

"Please don't make wild guesses." With the help of her assistant, Gu Qingyu walked to the door of Gu's Group, she turned to face the reporters and said, "Although An Yan and I are only engaged, I have already regarded myself as his wife .An Yan died young, leaving me to live alone, I am very sad in my heart."

Seeing that Gu Qingyu seemed finally willing to speak out this time, the reporters all stared with bated breath, for fear of missing a single word.

"But life always has to move forward. An Yan and I have special identities, and the responsibilities on our shoulders are also great." Gu Qingzu took out a tissue and wiped his tears, "I know everyone's doubts about this matter, thank you You care so much about An Yan, but no matter how sad we are, we have to accept the fact that An Yan has passed away."

"As An Yan's fiancée, what I can do is to let him leave this world peacefully." Gu Qingzu continued, "I will hold a funeral for An Yan at the Feng's Cemetery at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. Let him bid farewell to the world and his loved ones."

After finishing speaking, Gu Qingyu bowed deeply, then turned around and walked into Gu's Group with his assistant.

The reporters wanted to ask more questions, but they were stopped by the security guards.

The news that Gu Qingyu was going to hold a funeral for Feng Anyan spread very quickly, and soon reached Pei Mingfan's ears.

Even if Pei Mingfan was skeptical, he was a little shaken at this time. He asked Xie Hui to find a way to sneak into the funeral to see the situation.

On the other side, He Zhaoyuan also received the invitation to the funeral, he didn't expect that Feng Anyan actually held the funeral!

He always thought that this was not true, but when he saw the funeral invitation letter, the solemn color scheme reminded him that the person who swore to be good to his sister and then broke his promise was no longer there.

For some reason, He Zhaoyuan, who had been very resentful towards Feng Anyan before, suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

When a person dies, nothing but memories remain.

On the day of the funeral, He Zhaoyuan arrived as scheduled, but found that Feng Tianxiang was dressed in black. Feng Tianxiang, who originally looked like a young man in his mid-twenties, now looked ten years older.

He pushed Master Feng's wheelchair, while Gu Qingzu supported Lin Yuru by his side.

"You're here." Gu Qingzu nodded when he saw He Zhaoyuan.

"Uncle Feng." He Zhaoyuan was very sad in his heart. He squatted down, looked at Master Feng and said, "Uncle Feng, don't be sad. I will be your son from now on, and I will be filial to you like An Yan."

"Zhaoyuan." Master Feng sighed and patted He Zhaoyuan's head, "Our children are suffering."

He Zhaoyuan felt sad for a while, because of Feng Anyan and He Mulan, the two families began to get along awkwardly, and the kind of happy family gatherings before could no longer be held.

"Master, don't talk nonsense." Lin Yuru hurriedly persuaded, "Let's go in first."

He Zhaoyuan nodded, stood up, and followed a group of people into the cemetery.

Feng Anyan's posthumous photo was placed in the center of the wreath, and a pitch-black coffin was placed behind the posthumous photo. Until these things were displayed in front of He Zhaoyuan without reservation, He Zhaoyuan still couldn't believe it.

But the face on the posthumous photo is so clear, it is Feng Anyan, he has to believe it if he doesn't believe it.

"Where's Mu Lan?" Gu Qingyu came to He Zhaoyuan's side at some point and asked.

"Mulan is still on the Silk Road." He Zhaoyuan replied.

"She still doesn't know about this?" Gu Qing was taken aback, then turned to look at He Zhaoyuan and asked.

"I can't get through to her cell phone, probably because the signal over there is not good." He Zhaoyuan explained.

Gu Qingyu lowered his eyes, and said in silence for a while, "I just think she should come and see An Yan for the last time."

"That's too cruel to Mu Lan." He Zhaoyuan replied, "I hope she never knows."

Gu Qingyu nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

At this time, there were already a lot of people coming to the funeral, because Feng Anyan already knew a lot of people, so many people brought wreaths and the like.

Now because of the funeral, most people have confirmed that Feng Anyan is dead.

"Because An Yan's body has been parked for many days after his death to cooperate with the investigation, he will be buried this afternoon. Thank you to all the friends who came to the funeral. I believe that if An Yan sees this picture in heaven, he will also be very moved. "After the funeral process, Gu Qingzu walked up to Feng Anyan's photo and said.