Gu Hanxing narrowed his eyes fiercely and was about to order Song Feng to grab the urn when a police siren suddenly sounded behind him.
After a while, Shen Zhou arrived with the police.
The police knew Lu Yanzhi and Gu Hanxing.
One is the youngest richest man, and the other is the young master of the Gu family, the largest family in Kyoto.
Both sides cannot be offended.
So, after learning the whole story, he adhered to the principle of fairness and justice and asked, "What is your relationship with the deceased? Relatives? Or husband and wife?"
The two of them fell silent at the same time, looking at each other unfriendly.
After a long while, Gu Hanxing finally spoke: "Qingyu's father died when she was very young. Her mother was recently imprisoned, and there was no one to take care of her funeral. So, we friends spontaneously organized ourselves to hold a funeral for her."
"Friend," the police officer looked at Gu Hanxing with regret, "Young Master Gu, since you are just Miss Song's friend, then... I'm afraid I can only hand the urn to Mr. Lu."
"Why?" Gu Hanxing's tone changed from its usual friendly tone.
The police officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "This Mr. Lu is Miss Song's ex-boyfriend. To be honest, he was the closer. Third Young Master, she's gone. The most important thing now is how to arrange her burial. You won't allow it, and Mr. Lu won't allow it either. With all this arguing, the only one who gets hurt is Miss Song. You don't want her to die without peace, do you?"
The last sentence touched Gu Hanxing.
He blinked and said coldly: "He can take Whisper away, but I have one condition."
"What are the conditions?" Lu Yanzhi was the first to speak.
Gu Hanxing said mercilessly: "She can return to City A, but she must not be buried in your Lu family's cemetery."
Lu Yanzhi frowned and his eyes fell on the urn in his arms.
After a moment, he raised his tongue and uttered a word vaguely: "Okay."
Watching Lu Yanzhi take the urn away, Zhao Xi's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Third Master, is there really no way?"
When Song Qingyu was alive, she had no way to escape from Lu Yanzhi.
Even after death, he still wanted to return to Lu Yanzhi. If she knew, she would be so angry that she would come back to life.
Gu Hanxing looked at Lu Yanzhi's back with a heavy look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
He did not answer Zhao Xi's question. After a moment, he pushed his wheelchair and walked alone towards the cemetery entrance.
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long.
…
Country R.
I don't know when it started snowing in the yard.
The courtyard covered in silver is so beautiful that it feels like you are in a fairy tale.
Song Qingyu sat in front of the window, barefoot, but didn't feel cold.
The heating in the house was on high.
She looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window and felt very comfortable.
"Miss Song, the fruit tea you ordered is here."
A maid came up with a steaming kettle of tea.
Song Qingyu raised her eyes and nodded slightly: "Thank you!"
The maid put down the teacup and was about to leave, but Song Qingyu quickly called her: "Auntie Zhang, is your master back?"
That day, in the sea, she was surrounded by a dozen men in black.
Just when she was about to drown, a nimble black shadow, like a meteor streaking across the sky, suddenly rushed to her side, silently and without causing a ripple.
She struggled a few times, trying to open her eyes wide to see the other person's appearance, but she soon fainted from suffocation.
When she woke up again, she was in this room.
There are two people taking care of her.
One is Aunt Zhang from before.
One is a bodyguard named Xiao Hei.
Song Qingyu glanced at the two-meter-tall man standing at the door.
That man was Xiao Hei.
According to Zhang Ma, he was sent to protect her.
As for who sent them, Aunt Zhang never answered this question. She just said that she would know when the time was right.
She asked again if it was the man who saved her.
Aunt Zhang stopped answering her questions.
Apart from this, other aspects are well taken care of.
After only a few days, she was able to get out of bed and move around freely.
Song Qingyu took a sip of fruit tea and saw Xiao Hei standing at the door. He stood tall and straight, not affected by the wind and snow at all. She suddenly became curious about who was behind this.
Aunt Zhang, who had left, came back again.
She was still holding a cell phone in her hand: "Ms. Song, my husband just called and said he would come to see you soon."
Song Qingyu was quite surprised.
"when?"
"This... the gentleman didn't say."
The light in Song Qingyu's eyes dimmed a little, but she still smiled at Zhang Ma: "Thank you."
I thought I would have to wait for a while, but the next day, Aunt Zhang told Song Qingyu that her master had arrived.
The flight is in the afternoon, so it will probably be evening when I return.
From the moment Song Qingyu received the message, she had been sitting by the window waiting.
It didn't snow today.
Yesterday's snow has melted again.
The courtyard looked as if it had been washed and was particularly clean.
Song Qingyu's heart was pounding.
Whenever she closed her eyes, she would think of that night at the bottom of the sea, the owner of that figure... It was like a god descending from heaven...
It warmed up her dull first half of life.
Suddenly.
A whistle sounded outside the door.
Song Qingyu's eyes lit up, and she looked down and saw a Maybach slowly driving in from outside the yard.
"Miss Song." Aunt Zhang's footsteps sounded at the door.
Song Qingyu stood up, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Aunt Zhang: "The master is here."
Song Qingyu nodded slightly and followed Aunt Zhang downstairs. Her heart beat faster with every step.
After a lot of effort, she finally reached the corner of the stairs and Song Qingyu saw the man who walked in at a glance.
The man was tall and straight, with handsome features and a pair of particularly beautiful blue eyes.
A trace of loss passed through Song Qingyu's heart: "Hello."
The man was very tall, and he smiled shyly: "Miss Song."
"Thank you for saving me." Song Qingyu said politely.
A trace of confusion flashed across the man's face, and then he smiled shyly: "Miss Song, I think you misunderstood. It wasn't me who saved you, it was our master who saved you."
Song Qingyu was stunned, "You are not that night..."
"This is my brother, Xiaobai." Xiaohei, who came in at some point, said expressionlessly.
Song Qingyu finally understood why she felt the man looked familiar.
Like Xiao Hei, he is of mixed blood and has a pair of particularly beautiful blue eyes.
Just then.
The whistle sounded outside the door again.
Xiaobai smiled shyly: "The master is here."
Song Qingyu looked towards the door.
A Bugatti slowly stopped at the door.
When Song Qingyu saw the familiar car, her breathing stopped and her heart jumped into her throat.
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