"My company is going this way, how about you?"

The man's gentle voice suddenly sounded. Gong Yayue immediately stopped her complicated thoughts, glanced at the direction of his finger, pointed in the opposite direction almost without thinking, and said, "I'm going this way!"

After saying that, he walked away.

As soon as she took a step, she was stopped by the man behind her, "Gong Yayue."

She jumped up and turned around nervously, "Chu, Mr. Chu, do you have anything else to do?"

Chu Zhou also seemed a little hard to speak, and the two of them stood in a stalemate at the door of the cafe, staring at each other.

When Gong Yayue couldn't help but want to leave, Chu Zhou finally said: "Do you want to go back and see your father's funeral?"

After saying that, he added, "I mean, this project we are working on is not in a hurry. It doesn't matter if you have something to do to delay it for a few days."

Gong Yayue secretly took a breath and let it out quietly, shaking her head pretending to be relaxed, "No need, I have nothing to do with them anymore."

After saying that, she didn't dare to stay any longer, turned around and left.

There was a trace of helplessness on Chu Zhou Junya's face. He kept watching her figure disappear around the corner, then he looked away, got in the car and left.

Black business cars merged into the traffic flow.

At the corner at the end of the street, Gong Yayue, who had already left, quietly poked her head out and looked at the car that was gradually going away. She leaned heavily on the wall behind her as if she was giving up her strength.

Tears poured out of her eyes disobediently and soon wet her face.

Pedestrians cast curious glances, and she raised her hands to cover her face, but she couldn't control her emotions.

Until, the cell phone in the bag rang.

The continuous and brisk ringing of her cell phone forced her to wipe away her tears and temporarily withdraw from her emotions.

She took out her cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. The address stunned her for a moment.

Hesitantly, he picked it up.

"……Hello."

"Sister, I am Hongxu."

…

On the day Gong Shouze was buried, the entire long street outside the Imperial Palace was filled with wreaths and white chrysanthemums sent by the people.

People dressed in black crowded on both sides of the street, consciously remaining silent.

In the direction they were looking at, a black funeral procession was driving out of the Imperial Palace.

The car in front was responsible for clearing the way, and the second car was a convertible. Gong Hongxu stood in the car holding the portrait of Gong Shouze, accepting the attention of the people to mourn.

The third vehicle was responsible for transporting Gong Shouzawa's body, following closely behind.

In the fourth car, people were surprised to see Gong Yayue, who had disappeared for some time.

She sat quietly in the car, dressed in black mourning clothes, with a black veil hanging from the black top hat on her head, making it difficult to see the expression on her face.

The majestic and solemn funeral procession moved forward slowly, and it seemed that only black and white were left in the sky and earth.

Under the sad gaze of the people, the motorcade drove towards Xiheng Mountain.

Many people came to see him off and followed him all the way to the foot of Xiheng Mountain.

If Xin Sheng and Xin Zhe, father and son, had not arranged for people to maintain order at the foot of the mountain in advance and prevent irrelevant people from going up the mountain, these people would have probably overcrowded the entire mountain.

Naturally, Qin Shu and Chu Linchen were not irrelevant persons. With their status and status, they personally witnessed Gong Shouze's death, so of course they could personally participate in the whole process of the burial.

Similarly, He Fei and Li Hongshuang, who are responsible for secretly returning the body of the king's wife to Xiheng Mountain, can also stay here.
Chapter completed!