The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

Chapter 12 1 funeral. 【build】

Wu Xingyan did not take the initiative to contact Fang Ningjie again for the next week.

He was stumped by one thing, a much more important thing than Fang Ning Jie: Jiang Mu's first seven.

It is not right to say that it is the first seven. Jiang Mu died in a car accident, and his reputation was notorious before his death. His family only dared to bury him quietly.This time, the first seven were just a funeral that was rearranged as a gimmick. The dead are the most important, and the public needs the newspapers to explain to Jiang Mu.

This funeral is destined to be restless.

"This water is so deep, you still have to go through it by yourself. Don't blame me for not reminding you, you have a big business, but these entertainment journals let you, a big fish, not necessarily make you clean forever." Guan Mingli lightly Hum, as a warning.

Wu Xingyan: "When did you see me afraid? It's good to be able to tie me and Jiang Mu together. He didn't have an affair with him when he was still alive. Now it's a compensation for me."

"...Well, I lost. In your heart, he is the most important, right?"

Wu Xingyan's silence was already an affirmative answer.

Guan Mingli said with self-pity: "Okay, it seems that the concubine is not beautiful enough to win His Majesty's favor, and the concubine will go..."

Wu Xingyan cut off the phone.

The assistant reminded at the right time: "In words, it's time."

"Has everything been arranged?" Wu Xingyan squinted his eyes halfway, not in a hurry to go on.

"The layout is ready. We have communicated with Mr. Jiang's family again to make sure that you have all the agency rights. I have also checked the name on the invitation card repeatedly. There will be absolutely no problem." The assistant assured.

"No," Wu Xingyan murmured suddenly, "It's only if something goes wrong."

The assistant looked at him puzzled.

"Let's go."

The funeral was extremely lively. Most of the invited guests were friends of Jiang Mu during his lifetime and entertainment reporters from regular newspapers.Since they entered the door, the reporters went straight to their prey, using flashlights and voice recorders to record every material worth digging.

Wearing sunglasses, Wu Xingyan walked around the lobby and quietly went to the mourning hall.

What was placed in the mourning hall was not Jiang Mu's body, but his ashes.

A black urn holds a person and his life in such a light and heavy way.

The assistant stood at the door tactfully, watching out for him.

Wu Xingyan stood alone for a while, and in a black and white photo in front of him, Jiang Mu was smiling in full bloom.

Even though there was no wind, he felt cold.

Really cold.

"This..." He carefully took out a thin box from his arms, not big enough to hold it with two hands, and put it in front of the urn.

"You probably don't remember...the first work we collaborated on." Wu Xingyan showed a warm smile and said to himself, "I'll give you a share when the disk is carved, but your share should be gone. Right? It’s okay, I’ll give you mine.”

Let it go down to earth instead of me and accompany you.

The assistant knocked on the door.

"what's up?"

The assistant said cautiously: "The guard called and said that a guest without an invitation card broke in."

"who is it?"

"He claims to be Mr. Jiang's friend, Fu Zhan."

Wu Xingyan evoked a smile: "Understood."

Jiang Mu, look, here comes the turtle.

"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, you can't go in without an invitation." The guard stood in front of the door and persuaded him, sweat dripping down.

Fu Zhan is in his thirties. He wears a neatly pressed black suit, combs his hair meticulously, and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks very refined.

"I'm just here to visit an old friend, the so-called invitation..." Fu Zhan sneered, "Jiang Mu and I have been friends for more than ten years, and I know his parents well. They almost raised me as half a son. Do you have an invitation?" what is the relationship?"

"Sorry, but I can't let you in without an invitation."

The entertainment reporters noticed the movement at the gate and started whispering.

"Isn't that the editor-in-chief of the New Media Times?"

"It's probably because Jiang Mu can pick up some material on him, so he ended up in person."

"What material is there on Jiang Mu? He has been hacked already, can he be more black? Unless someone wants to whitewash him, but the general trend is, if you want to whitewash him, you have to be careful whether you will be scolded."

They looked at each other.

The quarrel between Fu Zhan and the guards is still going on, but Jiang Mu's parents don't know why they don't come out to defend this "half son", named Touqi, who is actually a funeral, and it is said that he was entrusted with carte blanche to a mysterious person...

The biggest surprise this time is that this mysterious person, no matter what the purpose is, can make entertainment journalists stop worrying about food and drink for several months.

"Mr. Fu," a woman in high heels walked over with a standard smile on her face, "please come with me."

"Are you Wu Xingyan's assistant?"

Fu Zhan raised his eyebrows, and put his hands in his trouser pockets.

There was a commotion among the reporters.

"Yes," the assistant said to the reporters after making a half-circle, "It is indeed our words that invited you."

Then she made a quiet gesture: "After the end of the speech, there will be a press conference. Please wait patiently and don't make any noise. The dead are the greatest."

The reporters got the attitude they wanted and quieted down.

Fu Zhan nodded his chin: "Miss, please lead the way."

The assistant was not offended by his arrogant attitude and took him directly to the mourning hall.

"Thank you, it just so happens that I am here this time to pay homage to my friend." Fu Zhan stretched out his hand, took three incense sticks, and wanted to light them.

The assistant immediately took the lighter from his hand.

"What does this mean?" Fu Zhan still maintained the posture of holding the lighter, with a bad tone.

"You don't need to light the incense yet." Wu Xingyan pushed open the small door and walked out.

His condition was not very good. The makeup gave him a light layer of makeup, but it still couldn't cover the dark circles under his eyes and his haggard face.

Fu Zhan's face suddenly changed, and he probed a little: "What do you mean?"

"It's not time to light the incense now." Wu Xingyan smiled meaningfully, "Light the incense before the time is up, what if the dead soul is called back?"

Fu Zhan's fingers trembled slightly: "Really? So there is such a saying."

He turned his head, looked at the black and white photos of his former friends, and said to himself: "Isn't that good? We don't need to be sad."

"That's not necessarily the case." Wu Xingyan's eyes swept over him vaguely, "Some people tried their best to make him leave, how could they be willing to let him come back?"

Fu Zhan's face was stern, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, "What... do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Wu Xingyan walked up unhurriedly to take back the three incense sticks in his hand, lit them with a lighter, and only inserted/inserted them into the incense burner when the flames were extinguished and gray smoke rose.

"My words... I tried my best to seek justice for him, how could I let the murderer go unpunished?" Wu Xingyan stood beside him, with a smile that was not a smile.

Fu Zhan looked at him, and after three seconds, he stretched out his hand: "Then I wish you the best of luck, catch the murderer as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Wu Xingyan said polite words, but did not move.

Fu Zhan withdrew his hand without any embarrassment on his face: "I'll go out to comfort my uncle and aunt first, please forgive me."

"Thank you for thinking about it, but I have sent specialized medical staff and psychologists to accompany me, so it's safe." Wu Xingyan said.

"Then I go out to relax?"

Wu Xingyan showed a sincere smile: "Walk slowly."