My Professor Shen

Shen Qingchuan pinched Shen Li's autopsy report and unconsciously clenched his hands. Shen Li died of cerebral hemorrhage caused by high blood pressure. It is said that his body was already cold when he was discovered.

Finally got what she wanted, she felt that she should be happy, she twitched the corners of her mouth, showing a smile uglier than crying.

The day of the memorial service happened to be sunny and clear.

A black commercial vehicle drove out of the underground garage of Jiang's old house and sped towards the largest funeral home in Beijing.

Shen Qingchuan was dressed in black, with a pair of frameless sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his emotions were unpredictable.

Jiang Ling's warm eyes were filled with worry, she held Shen Qingchuan's hand tightly, and comforted her: "Sister, don't be sad, I'm still here."

Shen Qingchuan looked at the tall buildings outside the window, and nodded absently, she thought: I should not be sad, it's not worth it.

This road from the south of the city to the north of the city, from the suburbs to the urban area, passes through production and processing plants, the newly planned science and technology development park, and the group office building. People come and go, and it is thriving.

Shen Li died, Shen Qingchuan's life and death were unknown, and the future of the Shen Group was confusing. The oldest Shen Yuan became the backbone, and he held back his grief to personally preside over the farewell ceremony.

What's ridiculous is that no one cares about them when they are sick, and there is an endless stream of people after they die. The usually cold funeral parlor is full of traffic, and the traffic police have to be dispatched to maintain order.

The relatives and friends in the audience were not sincere, but they all wanted to tear off a piece of fat.

Through the blackout film of the car window, Shen Qingchuan glanced at the noisy entrance. Some people looked relaxed, some looked happy, some pretended to be sad, and even some were talking and laughing. The silence and solemnity were deliberate performances. .

It was spectacular and yet ridiculous.

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, crushed the chrysanthemum in his palm, and the sticky juice smudged into a deeper ink color on the black cuff.

The car had already arrived at the door for a long time, but Jiang Ling turned a deaf ear to the beeping of the horn, and just quietly accompanied Shen Qingchuan in a daze.

There were several cars in the back who jumped in line one after another, and the driver's window was knocked.

Uncle Li unhurriedly raised the rear fender and lowered the window.

"Don't stop still, move to the side, there is a blockage behind." The traffic policeman waved his hand, and the law enforcement lights on his shoulders made people's eyes hurt.

Li Shu repeatedly said: "Okay traffic police comrade, I will drive away immediately."

The car was parked in the internal parking lot, and after another half an hour, Uncle Li raised his hand to look at his watch, and urged, "Miss, it's almost time, we should go in."

Jiang Ling and Uncle Li were invited to attend the memorial service by Jiang Ling and Uncle Li on the grounds that Mr. Jiang was unwell.

At 11:30 noon, there were very few entrances to the venue. Shen Yuan stood at the reception area and greeted people, his figure was hunched, and his back looked much older.

Shen Qingchuan was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Go."

"When I come back, I'll take you home." Jiang Ling planted a kiss on her forehead, and after making sure that there were no pedestrians around, she quickly opened the car door, and the lights scrambled in and out.

After all, Shen Qingchuan's current state is "dead", in order to ensure safety, it is not appropriate to show up.

If you want to ask her if she regrets it?The answer is no regrets, after all, on the day of her mother's funeral, Shen Li came and went in a hurry, only showing her face.

Jiang Ling wore a black shirt with a white daisy pinned to the neckline, and specially put on makeup, looking sleepy.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Uncle Yuan."

Shen Yuan combed his hair back with a few silver strands in it, he came up to him from a distance, staggered, and said excitedly: "Miss Jiang, our lady!"

He had enough energy to deal with Shen Li's funeral, but how could he believe that the young lady was no longer alive for no reason.

Jiang Ling couldn't squeeze out tears, so she simply closed her eyes without saying a word.

Uncle Li pulled away Shen Yuan, who was full of red eyes, and explained: "The two families are married, and we have the right to handle Miss Shen's funeral."

"The verbal agreement is not yet married!" Shen Yuan said forcefully.

"The Shen family didn't hesitate at all when they took over the land, but now they want to go back on their word?" Li Shuhu stood in front of Jiang Ling, refusing to give an inch.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and the two almost quarreled at the door.

"Stop arguing." Jiang Ling frowned, with a look of tiredness hidden between her brows, "My sister once said that she didn't want to come back."

One sentence instantly made Shen Yuan speechless.

"The mourning hall is located in the Jiang family's old house. Uncle Yuan should have come to investigate more than once." Jiang Ling said, not only him, but also several groups of people with unknown intentions.

Shen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and his face had many vicissitudes.

The wreath was already in place, Jiang Ling wrote down her name on the sign-in book, staggered sideways, and stepped up the stairs step by step, "Today the dead are the most important. If you want to return to your sister, you can exchange it with your foundry."

He is just a housekeeper and is not qualified to handle assets.

When the time came, dirges sounded in the venue, and Shen Yuan read the eulogy as the host representative.

The news of the hospital has been sealed off, and Ah San is on top of her precautions. Except for deliberately leaking to some people, the guests present basically don't know about Shen Qingchuan's recent situation.

The relatives of the deceased were all relatives, and some people started whispering below.

"Why don't you see Shen Qingchuan, won't she come on such an occasion?"

"Didn't their father and daughter break off their relationship a long time ago?"

"That's cheaper than these relatives."

In the car, the bored Shen Qingchuan simply played the game. She wore earphones and turned up the volume, causing her eardrums to ache from the shock, but her expression remained the same and she didn't care at all.

She pressed her fingertips on the screen joystick, and the characters died and resurrected repeatedly.

The phone call cut off the game screen, it was a foreign number, Shen Qingchuan took off his earphones, and rubbed his ears.

Her voice was cold, "Hi, Bivis."

A man's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, "Shen, I found what you want!"

After nearly five days of sleepless nights, the result finally came.

"Beep beep-"

Ah San got out of the trunk, and the red dot on the radar tracking appeared again, proving that the straight-line distance between the opponent and them was no more than five kilometers.

Wearing a shroud, Shen Li, with a serene and ruddy face, lay quietly in the crystal coffin, surrounded by clusters of flowers, and a banner was drawn on the top of the beam—deeply mourning Mr. Shen Li.

Jiang Ling presented a wreath and elegiac couplet, and bowed deeply to the corpse.

"Sorry." She said softly.

The family member who was pulled here temporarily was a half-grown child. It was the first time he saw such a big place, and he was so scared that he shivered. He lowered his head tremblingly and said, "Thank you."

Suddenly there was a deafening sound of firecrackers at the stairway, and several people with crazy smiles rushed in with paint buckets in their hands.

There was commotion in the venue, the guests pushed and shoved each other, and the security guards couldn't squeeze in.

"What's going on?!" Shen Yuan pressed his brows and scolded sharply.

"Someone is making trouble on purpose!" The security guard who was closer explained that he was waving the electric baton while stepping back, with paint on his cheeks.

A human wall immediately appeared in front of Jiang Ling, protecting her tightly.

"Miss, let's go out." Uncle Li said anxiously.

"No hurry." Jiang Ling squinted her eyes, she wanted to see how this scene would play out.

Paint was spilled all over the place, wreaths and elegiac couplets fell on the ground, footprints were messy, and the scene was a mess.

"Repay the money! Pay back the money!" The person who rushed in had red eyes, a knife in his hand, and a banner, looking desperate.

Several shareholders of the Shen Group hid in a corner and remained silent. Xue Yang poked Wang Guiyun's sleeve and said with a sneer, "What? The person you are looking for?"

Wang Guiyun slapped his hand away with a palm, and said sharply: "Dong Shen's body is not cold yet, so don't spout blood!"

Someone said: "No, no, what are you in a hurry for?"

For a while, there were divergent opinions and speculations.

The security guards were trained in an orderly manner, and they quickly assembled to surround the troublemakers in the center.

The debt collector waved his dagger, and the cold light suddenly appeared, and he forced the security guard to take a small step back, "It's only natural to pay back the debt!"

Shen Yuan was furious, and said coldly: "Who owes you money, please tell me clearly!"

Since Shen Li relied on a wheelchair to get by, he seldom showed up at the company. The newly developed science and technology park project in the south of the city needs a lot of financial support. deliver.

"It's you profiteers!" The visitor was obviously very excited, "My mother and wife are divorced. If I don't have money today, don't think about it!"

The other party also brought a group of strong migrant workers, and the security guards in the front row had their shoulders hung.

Shen Yuan asked why, his face was full of embarrassment, so he had no choice but to blame, "Several directors, this is a business matter, how do you think about it?"

The five major shareholders who could talk were staring at each other, and none of them wanted to express their opinion.

Whoever gets ahead will make a fuss.

Seeing them start to shirk again, the contractor kicked the coffin, with a knife resting on his neck, and said angrily, "The first phase of the project the year before last, and this year's science and technology park, I have already lost everything!"

After finishing speaking, he couldn't control his strength, leaving a blood mark on his neck, "You...you...what else do you think of me!"

Wang Guiyun cleared his throat and said comfortingly, "Don't get excited, just talk about it if you have something to say."

Xue Yang persuaded: "You have also seen that our Chairman Shen just... right, now that the company has no leader, no one dares to guarantee you."

"You mean to continue to make me wait?" The man sat down on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly, and said intermittently: "My daughter...she is in the hospital...I need 50..."

As the saying goes, a man does not shed tears lightly, he cried hoarsely, many people present were red-eyed, but no one was willing to help.

Shen Li's death happened suddenly, and he didn't leave a will. He needs to wait for the distribution and liquidation of his estate before the shareholders hold a general meeting to decide the company's future direction.

Wang Guiyun sighed and thought of a compromise, "How about this, you go home and rest first, allow us to hold a meeting and elect a temporary chairman..."

Suddenly, a shadow was erected at the door, and a burst of loud applause came from far and near.

Shen Ming looked haughty, his skin was unhealthily pale, "Don't bother, I can give you an answer right now."

Jiang Ling curled her fingers, licked her dry lips, her eyes were full of eagerness to try.

Bugs in the gutter, we finally meet.