The guests are respectable people. The quiet atmosphere is heavy, but it is also gratifying.

Death is not the end. Maybe they just went to another world to live a more stable life.

At the end of the eulogy, all the guests came forward one by one to answer the ceremony and take their last journey. All of a sudden, a woman wearing an exaggerated French fisherman's hat attracted my attention.

Women are tall, and they are no worse than professional fashion models. Their beautiful eyes are charming and bright, full of ambition. When they look carefully, they are even a little similar to Fu Shenyan.

She walked up to Fu Shenyan, chin haughty, eyes do not see how much sad, or even polite sympathy, slowly stretched out his hand and Fu Shenyan shook, "I'm sorry."

With that, she looked at me, followed the steps of the guests in front, and went forward to send flowers to the portrait.

I'm not the only one who noticed her. Such an eye-catching person can't escape Fu Shenyan's eyes.

As expected, the woman has not gone far, Fu Shenyan has secretly whispered to Chen Yi, "keep an eye on people."

"Yes." Chen Yi took the order and went down to work.

After the funeral, he followed Fu Shenyan to the back garden and saw the woman just now.

Women with sunglasses, leisurely sitting in a chair, indifferent to watch us close.

Sitting opposite her, our shadow is clearly reflected on the mirror, but we can't see each other's eyes.

"I've been thinking about what it would be like if I had a brother. Now it's not too disappointing." Women are the first to break the silence.

This is looking at Fu Shenyan said, if I understand correctly, she should be Fu Changheng's daughter.

At the moment, I can't use shock to describe my mood. I didn't expect that my first impression was so accurate.

If this is the case, does it mean that Fu Shenyan's mother is still alive.

Fu Shenyan is very calm, no waves in his eyes, "where is my mother?"

The tacit understanding between husband and wife is so quietly into people's habits, he and I think the same.

The woman took off her sunglasses, bright eyes and white teeth, and looked at him with a smile, "is this important? Shouldn't you confirm my identity first?"

Fu Shenyan was silent for a while, and then he said impatiently, "Murong Tianjiao, Murong Nanchuan's daughter, is one of the world's top 500 richest women on the Forbes rich list, and the youngest female candidate."

It seems that Fu Shenyan had already found out the basic situation of Murong family when he knew that Fu Changheng was still alive.

Murong Tianjiao lowered her eyes and said with a smile, "my achievements are enough to frighten any young and promising peers, but you are so calm. You are really a good son of your father."

Referring to Fu Changheng, Fu Shenyan's face sank instantly. I was worried that he would blame her for Fu Changheng and his wife's death. He quickly reached out to hold the back of his hand and let him calm down. "Just tell me your purpose, Miss Murong."

The funeral of Fu Changheng and his wife is obviously not a master who will consider other people's feelings, and there is no need to worry about details.

Murong Tianjiao looked at me with slanting eyes and said with a smile, "good sister-in-law, your child has helped me a lot."

Hearing this, my heart suddenly gave birth to unspeakable taste, Fu Changheng father and daughter's words are the same, all in the baby's idea, what do you want to do.