Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

In the end, he withdrew his hand, and said in a calm tone, "You have done a good job of endorsement of Huansheng Scar Cream for free. If she knows about it, she will be very pleased."

Yu Ran gave a low "um", tears still pouring out uncontrollably.

On the other side, as the ashes were buried, everyone mourned in silence.

"Mommy! Mommy—" Weiwei's heart-piercing cry echoed in the crowd, making people feel moved.

The little guy wanted to rush forward to prevent the ashes from being put into the grave, but was stopped by the old housekeeper.

"Young master Weiwei, you can't." The old butler reminded pitifully.

Weiwei didn't care about it, and struggled hard, letting out a whining sound from his mouth.

At this time, a small pink hand grabbed his hand, and Jin Ziqian, who was dressed in a white princess dress, stretched out the other hand to touch his head, and said seriously: "When Mommy divorced Dad some time ago, I am also very sad, and feel that there will be no father in the future. It is Mommy who said that even if Dad is not around, our life will be better again, and now my life with Mommy is really better."

She blinked, looked at Weiwei, and comforted: "Although your mommy is gone, you have to believe that all this will pass soon. So, don't be so sad."

Looking at the little girl who was half a head shorter than him, Weiwei stopped struggling.

It's just that he was still sad in his heart, tilted his head, sniffed and said coldly: "You don't understand at all!"

After finishing speaking, she shook off Jin Ziqian's hand.

"Weiwei..." Jin Ziqian looked at him aggrievedly.

Weiwei ignored her, but he didn't continue to stop the funeral.

However, the little guy had a sad and indignant expression the whole time, as if he was dissatisfied with something.

After the funeral, the crowd dispersed.

The reporters also sorted out the pictures of the scene at the first time, prepared the manuscript, and published the news on the Internet.

......

On the capital side, Qin Shu was checking the reports about his funeral through the mobile webpage.

Looking at the familiar faces in the photos, she felt mixed feelings.

She is still alive, but in the eyes of everyone, she is dead.

If possible, she really doesn't want to look at these people who love her and care about her, and feel sorry for her...

Qin Shu subconsciously touched the necklace on his neck, and unconsciously thought in his mind that when Yan Jing used the necklace to kill his subordinates, he controlled it through a tablet.

There must be some operating system on that tablet, which is related to this necklace.

Don't know what account and password is needed?

If you have a chance, you can find a way to study that tablet.

Just as Qin Shu was thinking, a message popped up on the top of the phone screen:

Yan Jing: [Come out. 】

The two concise and concise words are as straightforward and forceful as an order, without any euphemism.

Without hesitation, Qin Shu put away her mobile phone, carried a carry-on bag on her back, and greeted Xin Bao'e who was sitting at the opposite desk: "Bao'e, I'll go out for a while."

Xin Bao'e didn't seem to hear it, her eyes were fixed on the phone, lost in thought.

Qin Shu took a step closer to her, only to realize that she was also watching the news of his funeral.