Calm down for a moment
Guan Feng woke up in the hospital.
Outside the window, the dead branches and fallen leaves gradually disappear into the soil, and fresh buds begin to emerge from the branches.
Guan Feng's lips were pale and his face looked fragile.
For two whole days, Guan Feng seemed to have lost all his mind.
He stood in front of the window, his back looking a little lonely.
The words Xue Huan said were still in his mind. His wife was preparing for the funeral, but Guan Feng was so sad that he didn't attend.
He couldn't tell what he felt.
In short, it seems like there is a gap.
What should he say to be worthy of Ouyang Lan? Or maybe Ouyang Lan had also been like a snake, burrowing into Guan Feng's heart.
"Boss Guan."
The secretary pushed open the door and came in. "The company has already sorted it out. It's a small company, so it's not a big problem."
Guan Feng nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
He could probably guess the road ahead.
He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. His secretary stood beside him, respectfully waiting for instructions.
"I'll keep an eye on it as much as possible. I don't want any accidents to happen at this critical moment."
Guan Feng is a beast.
But the beast before him was trapped in the arena.
The secretary looked at Guan Feng, who seemed to be drained of energy, and couldn't help but frown, feeling sad.
He must be sad for his wife.
It's obvious that the two of them are very loving.
"Give me another day."
The veins on Guan Feng's arms were throbbing, and the back of his hands were covered with dense needle holes.
In the end, Guan Feng couldn't bear to miss seeing Ouyang Lan for the last time.
The funeral has been postponed until tomorrow.
Guan Feng sat on the sofa until it got dark and the setting sun outlined his figure.
Guan Feng didn't move, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was feeling guilty.
The words "a good death" do not suit Guan Feng.
The knife is in his own hand, Guan Feng wants to fight for a tomorrow.
Ouyang Lan's funeral was very grand, and the entire scene was decorated with Ouyang Lan's favorite lisianthus.
Song Yin attended on behalf of Jingrui Group.
Everyone was dressed in black, and their cries of grief rose loudly as the crows flew up.
The sky was very gloomy, just like the day Ouyang Lan died.
She didn't want to die too ugly, so she turned her face upwards, her facial features shattered, and her skin and flesh separated.
No one could bear to see this scene.
Now her ashes are in a precious box, which is the last dignity Guan Feng gives her.
Guan Feng placed his hands in front of him and nodded slightly to the media and group representatives who came to mourn.
Like a robot, without a soul.
During the live broadcast, the host's voice choked with tears, it was a pity for their love.
Shi Yan stood in front of the TV and watched this scene. After all, the two knew each other, and Shi Yan still had a little sympathy for him.
Song Yuchen closed the computer and the meeting ended.
Shi Yan stood there, her eyes slightly red.
Song Yuchen walked over and took her hand to sit on the sofa, gently kneading her fingers and coaxing her softly.
"What's wrong? Huh?"
“What a pity.”
"I'm talking about Ouyang Lan."
Shi Yan still remembers the first time she saw Ouyang Lan. She was wearing a black cheongsam, and she was smart and clever.
The girl raised her eyebrows, with a hint of provocation in her pride.
She has the capital to look down on everyone.
Now she has gone crazy and jumped down from the broken building. How can she not be pitiful?
Shi Yan suspected that she had become a mother, so naturally she felt a little uncomfortable with these things.
"I guess my maternal instinct is kicking in."
There is no sympathy for someone like Ouyang Lan who has done so many bad things.
"My dear wife, what's wrong with you being like this now?"
Song Yuchen was wearing a dark gray sweater and sitting on the sofa with his arms around Shi Yan.
He gently pinched Shi Yan's waist and listened to Shi Yan whisper, "You seem to be very good at saying sweet words recently."
Song Yin's face appeared on the screen.
Ouyang Lan patted Song Yuchen and said, "Look at grandma."
Song Yin's face was full of regret. He patted Guan Feng's shoulder with distress in his eyes, "My son, accept my condolences."
Guan Feng nodded to thank Song Yin, but there was no light in his eyes.
This scene was posted on the Internet, and everyone felt even more sympathetic towards Guan Feng.
This man was loved by the entire Internet.
Guan Feng is particularly good at maintaining his personal image, and it is precisely because of this that he was able to win the victory in public opinion.
The funeral lasted almost eight hours.
Guan Feng was on the hot search for eight hours.
After the funeral, Guan Feng slowly walked into the car. The media had no intention of letting him go.
If you rush over, you must say a few words to Guan Feng.
Guan Feng had no patience. He looked up at them and asked someone to close the car door.
In the eyes of outsiders, he was extremely sad.
It was not until the car door closed that Guan Feng loosened his tie and took off his disguise for the day.
"Boss Guan, I have an appointment with Boss Jiang at the Music Palace."
Guan Feng hummed.
This Mr. Jiang is not Jiang Yue, but the acting president of Jiang Group who replaces Jiang Yue. He is not part of Jiang Group.
It just happens that his last name is Jiang.
Jiang Liang arrived at the hotel early and kept turning the Buddhist beads in his hand.
Guan Feng pushed the door open and Jiang Liang stopped what he was doing.
He stood up and welcomed Guan Feng in, "Mr. Guan, long time no see."
"I really can't spare the time today. Please forgive me and accept my condolences."
Guan Feng shook hands with him politely, pulled out a chair by the door and sat down.
Jiang Liang has overseas work experience and has been doing fitness all year round, so he looks fit and healthy.
He handed me a cigarette and said, "I've admired Mr. Guan for a long time, and now I can finally meet him in person."
Guan Feng lazily raised his hand to take it, "Who? Me?"
He chuckled, "What good am I?"
Ashes fell to the ground.
Jiang Liang is very good at talking and he praised everything in the world.
Guan Feng smiled and said, "So, it's right that I admire Mr. Jiang."
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