"I'm really sorry, I'll bother you at this time, because I really couldn't think of someone worth trusting.

This is probably the consequence of my own fault. Apart from you, there is not even a person who can trust?

How sad.

...

There are no one in my family anymore. Please help me donate all these properties and money to charity organizations. I will never live in vain in my life.

I heard that you and Huo Shen reconciled. The necklace in the box was my wedding gift for you. I hope you don’t dislike it.

Congratulations, you are old and old.

Bai Lu, the word "jue"."

Holding those few pieces of letter paper, Lin Fengwan felt a heavy heart.

In the end, the glory, fame and fortune are just a few useless workbooks and a few light bank cards...

Why bother?!

...

Bai Lu’s funeral was organized by Lin Fengwan.

The cemetery was also chosen by Lin Fengwan for her. It was a cemetery on the outskirts of the imperial capital. The tombstone was the best white marble.

Lin Fengwan knew that Bai Lu's personality was a bit vain.

He did not gain a reputation while living, and he bought a good cemetery for her when he died.

Bai Lu's death did not cause any major trouble.

After all, since she transferred to Zhao Manyu's name, her popularity has been losing again and again.

Media reports were soon suppressed by other celebrities' news.

Bai Lu has always been a person who loves fun and face, but the funeral is extremely deserted. Apart from Lin Fengwan, she has only been linked to her fans since the talent show.

Not many people in the circle who are willing to come when they meet and please.

Even if there are a few people who want to come, for fear that the reporter will take photos, and no one will appear at that time, and even her assistant will not come.

The photo on the tombstone is a photo of Bai Lu who had just had plastic surgery and Lin Fengwan's not long ago. Lin Fengwan chose it. Bai Lu in the photo is still very young, and she has a bit of a girlish purity and beautiful longing for the world on her face.

After the fans presented the flowers, they left one after another, and Lin Fengwan walked up to him.

"I have done what you told me to you, so have a good rest. If there is a next life, I hope you can live a more open-minded life."

He gently leaned against the tombstone a piece of white lily he had prepared for her, Lin Feng took three steps back, bowed to the tombstone three times, and turned to go down the mountain.

...

...

That night.

Chang'an Club.

As the curtain fell, a red sports car slowly drove into the underground parking lot of Chang'an Club.

The car door was pushed open, and Wen Ruowan, wearing a black dress, got out of the car wearing a mask. After seeing that there was no one around, she quickly walked to the edge of the elevator.

A staff member wearing a club uniform was already waiting at the elevator door.

"Are you Miss Wen?"

Wen Ruowan pulled off her mask and showed her face to the other party.

"I am, where is Miss Jun?"

"plz follow me."

The staff pressed the elevator and politely invited her in. Wen Ruowan hurriedly pulled the mask back.

Everyone knows that Rong Yan and Jun Qing are incompatible.

This time, Jun Qing called her to come and meet her. Wen Ruowan didn't dare not come because she was holding her braid.

But I was afraid of offending Rong Yan because of this, so I was cautious, for fear that I would be photographed by reporters and spread to Rong Yan's ears.

The elevator went up and stopped on the top floor, and the elevator door slowly separated.
Chapter completed!