Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Chu Xiannian was slightly taken aback, frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Bao Jingxing wanted to confront him with a smile, and looked sideways at one of the guests, his tone became gentle: "Auntie, I didn't want to disturb you, but now I just want her to be relieved, and I need you to testify."

Immediately.

Everyone followed Bao Jingxing's gaze, and looked at a middle-aged woman in a black coat among the guests.

Even if she came to attend the funeral, the woman still made a very delicate dress. The clothes and bags are the most popular brands nowadays, but her face looks old, as if caused by long-term lack of maintenance, not like a wealthy wife.

He held his head high and held his chest high to meet everyone's gaze.

The middle-aged woman spoke confidently: "I am Yiren's aunt and her mother's sister. Her mother is not in good health. She suddenly heard that her daughter had an accident. She is still unconscious in the hospital. She cannot preside over the funeral in person. It would delay the time of the burial, so I had to arrange it with my aunt, but I am a woman, and I have never experienced such a thing, fortunately, Jing Xing helped."

These words are well-founded and convincing.

The wrinkles between Chu Xi's eyebrows deepened, looking at the middle-aged woman who seemed to have known him before, he was not sure where he had seen him.

As if aware of Chu Xianian's suspicion, the middle-aged woman looked directly at him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, we met before, at Yi Ren's house, don't you remember?"

After being reminded by her, Chu Xinian recalled for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Since you are Yiren's aunt, did you get her mother's permission to come here to do such a thing?"

The middle-aged woman sneered, and clenched the new bag in her hand, "Oh, didn't I say that? My younger sister is not in good health. I heard that her daughter had an accident and she has not woken up since she was in a coma. You want me to find Who will discuss it?"

Chu Xinian stared at her coldly, and asked aggressively: "Even if her mother is unconscious, and her brother is still there, you don't need to ask her brother's opinion?"

"Ah, this..." The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and smirked awkwardly: "Although Yiren's brother is an adult, he is still a junior. How can he manage his sister's funeral? The elders must come forward to solve things like this of."

Chu Xiannian sneered disdainfully, and turned his gaze to look at Bao Jingxing who was in full swing.

It seems that the other party thought that he would attend the funeral in advance, and also guessed that he would question the rationality of the funeral, so he bought the Qin family's mother's sister with money in advance, directly blocked everyone's doubts, and made the funeral reasonable.

really.

The reporters held up their cameras to shoot, and you all praised him for his affection, and looked at Chu Xianian with strange eyes.

If we say, they were wondering whether Chu Xiannian had something to do with Bo Jingxing's fiancée just now.

Now he wondered if Chu Xianian had a grudge against Bo Jingxing, so he deliberately chose to make trouble on this occasion, embarrassing Bo Jingxing in public.

"Okay, I have proved that the funeral was commissioned by her family, and I don't want to waste any more time."

Having said that, Bao Jingxing looked at the host host, and continued, "Now..."

"Wait!"

Chu Xianian spoke again, and said with a heavy expression, "I don't believe that the body in the coffin is from Qin Yiren. How do you explain this?"

Bao Jingxing looked at him coldly, "I don't need to explain to you."

"You don't have to explain it to me, but I won't let you continue the funeral process until you have evidence."

Chu Xianian dropped the threat and pushed away the bodyguards in front of him: "Get out!"

"Stop him!"

Bao Jingxing pursed his lips impatiently, ordered the master of ceremonies to continue the process, and made up his mind to ignore Chu Xiannian's existence.

However, the existence of Chu Xianian is hard to ignore.

Staring fiercely at the bodyguards who surrounded him, he fought in front of everyone, and he was able to fight back and forth with three bodyguards. The fighting with fists and feet was far more cruel than those shown in blockbuster movies, and he relied on his strength Get everyone's attention.

The master of ceremonies is specialized in presiding over funerals, but he has never seen such a scene.

Holding up the microphone, he said a few words about the scene where the dead are gone and the living miss. He looked at Bao Jingxing with sweat on his forehead, and asked with his eyes how to deal with this reality.

Bao Jingxing stood on the stage with a dark and handsome face, looking at Chu Xianian with cold eyes.

He didn't let people stop Chu Xinian outside, but he was worried that he would talk nonsense outside and attract questions from the media reporters.

As a result, after putting him in, things didn't get easier.

"……continue!"

Bo Jingxing commanded the bewildered master of ceremonies expressionlessly, and Bao Jingxing was too lazy to watch the chaotic scene, and cast his eyes condescendingly on the coffin placed in the sea of ​​flowers, just wanting to quickly end the funeral process.

The master of ceremonies nodded cautiously, and continued to speak generously: "It is with great sadness that we gather here to mourn the souls of the deceased..."

"Young Master Bo, isn't it too ugly to hold a good funeral like this?"

Among the guests.

A well-dressed young man smiled and interrupted the master of ceremonies casually: "Since this Mr. Chu has doubts, why don't we just open the coffin and have a look, so as not to make us guess secretly, and then from someone's mouth If there are some bad words from here, I'm afraid it will affect the reputation of your Bo family, right?"

Following Bao Jingxing's order, the master of ceremonies couldn't help lowering his volume, but when he saw the young man speaking, he hesitated and stopped.

Bo Jingxing's patience was about to run out, and he said with a displeased expression, "Zhao Yu, I don't remember inviting you."

"Don't be so cold, Young Master Bo."

Zhao Yu smiled lowly, put one hand in his pocket, and lit a cigarette as if no one was around, "Our elders are all old acquaintances. Even if you don't return to Beijing all year round, you should know the origin of our two families."

The guests looked over with weird expressions. Everyone knew that the Zhao family and the Bo family had always been at odds, but they never expected that people from the Zhao family would attend the funeral of the Bo family.

But Zhao Yu came to find fault, which made sense.

Bao Jingxing looked even colder, and said lightly: "I don't care what your reason for coming is, you are not welcome here, please leave."

"I came with bodyguards. If Mr. Bo forcibly drives me away, it will take a lot of trouble."

Zhao Yu spread his hands and continued lazily: "And everyone heard clearly, I didn't say anything bad, I just asked you to open the coffin and let everyone see it with their own eyes, or that Mr. Chu said That's right, the one in the coffin is not your fiancée at all, but someone else you killed?"

The solemnly prepared funeral turned into a suspected murder scene in an instant!
The reporters swallowed their saliva and looked at the coffin in unison, feeling uneasy.