It is estimated that the media outside are trying to block Jingxiu. If the airport can't block it, it is estimated that it will be blocked at the memorial service venue where Ji Yuyan's body was parked last year. On the plane, Jiang Chun had already agreed with Yao Xiao, and he set off first, preparing to divert the media attention with another colleague who was dressed as Jingxiu. She told Yao Xiao that if they failed, Jingxiu would face the media and try to control the situation as much as possible, not to let Jingxiu and the media clash head-on.

Yao Xiao followed behind Jingxiu. Seeing that she was not prepared to give Jiang Chun any more time to divert her attention, she felt a drum in her heart, but she did not dare to ask Jingxiu to slow down.

Sure enough, Jiang Chun's expectations were correct, and Jiang Chun's disguised plan should have been seen through. As soon as their car drove to the door of the venue, the media people at the door swarmed and surrounded their car.

The bodyguards in the back of the car had already got out of the car and tried to clear the way, but the media people were too crazy, the bodyguards were afraid of affecting Jingxiu's reputation and did not dare to do anything ruthless, so there was absolutely no way to take them.

Yao Xiao's head hurts with anger, but he has no choice. He is still hesitating what to do better. Jingxiu's face pales.

When the media people saw Zhengzhu, they became more and more excited. What's wrong with Jingxiu's state? ! It looks like you didn't have time to change your clothes, too haggard and embarrassed, right? Her grief is the carnival of the media.

They snapped photos, pushed the bodyguards vigorously, and rushed forward. The long guns and short guns almost hit Jingxiu's face, and they threw one sharp question after another.

Jingxiu turned a blind eye, her eyes crossed the crowd and landed on the white wreath at the entrance of the venue and the large black and white photo of Ji Youyan, her figure swayed.

She raised her foot and wanted to walk towards her Ji Yuyan, but found that she was trapped in the overwhelming black terror and struggled.

Yao Xiao was protecting Jingxiu and could only barely help her block some of the shots.

"Get out of the way." Jingxiu spoke indifferently. This was the first sentence she said after nearly twenty hours, and her voice was unbelievably low.

When the media saw that she had pried open her mouth, they refused to let it go. They could not wait to put the microphone in Jingxiu's mouth.

"Get out of the way." Jingxiu repeated with a gloomy face.

No one takes it seriously.

"Get out of the way." Jingxiu closed his eyes and said it a third time. The media people still ignored it, the flashing light pierced Jingxiu's eyes and pierced her already bloody heart.

Jingxiu's fair forehead had faint blue veins twitching, Yao Xiao couldn't cry in her heart, but it was too late. Jingxiu opened her eyes, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the camera closest to her, and threw it ruthlessly.

The camera smashed to the ground with a dull cracking sound.

"Go away!" She tried to straighten her body, but there was a faint cry of collapse in her voice.

Everything happened in an instant, and everyone was shocked by her rudeness. The female reporter whose camera was smashed cried, and the media were also angry. The world was quiet for two seconds, and a more powerful push came, flashing lights with a more depressing frequency came on, and a sharper question was thrown at Jingxiu again.

Jingxiu's eyes turned black for a while, and he wanted to vomit. She grabbed her chest and ordered the bodyguard in an unstable voice: "You're welcome, it's all smashed."

Yao Xiao called her in fear: "Mr. Jing..."

The bodyguards were also in disbelief and dared not move.

Jingxiu stared directly at the photo of Ji Yuyan in front of her, and asked the bodyguard dryly, "Are you all deaf?" She glanced at the bodyguard's hesitant eyes, the eyes full of tears and bloodshot eyes were Gods blocking killing gods and Buddha blocking Buddhas of evil spirits.

The bodyguards confirmed Jingxiu's determination, and no longer showed mercy, grabbed the microphone and the camera one by one and smashed it outside.

Only then did the media people realize that Jingxiu was real, and was stunned for two seconds.

"Fuck, isn't this crazy?!", "Damn..." All kinds of curses could be heard endlessly.

Jingxiu turned a deaf ear. She only stared at Ji Yuyan's smiling face in front of her, dragging her thin figure, walking towards her weakly but firmly step by step.

all fake. Maybe, this is a farce to trick her into coming back to keep her from getting married. Yan Yan was waiting for her inside.

Right……

I beg you. Words, please.

Chapter 120

In the chaos, the door of the venue was opened, and Jiang Chun and Wei Yizhen brought people out to meet them. Together, the two covered Jingxiu with their clothes, protecting her from moving quickly to the door, while the security guards and bodyguards stood in a line of defense not far away to block the restless media.

The heavy wooden door creaked shut, separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds. There was no more screeching outside the door.

The mourning hall is very big and the lights are very white. Ji Youyan just moved here not long ago. Apart from the elegiac couplet and the posthumous photos on the table, there is only a solitary ice coffin.

Jingxiu entered the door, and his eyes hit the ice coffin parked in the center. She shuddered all over, her legs were tensed, her back was turned to everyone, and she walked calmly and steadily towards the ice coffin covered with blankets step by step.

No one spoke for a while, only the ice coffin that was connected to the power source was buzzing, with the sound of Jingxiu's footsteps, one after another, dull and depressing.

Jiang Chun, Wei Yizhen, and Yao Xiao stood by the door and did not dare to disturb Jingxiu. Seeing that Jingxiu was standing beside the ice coffin for a long time without moving, they exchanged glances anxiously, ready to step forward.

Jingxiu suddenly averted his gaze from the ice coffin, looked around the mourning hall, and said softly, "Where's Yanyan?"

Beside the white cloth to pay homage, her face seemed to be whiter than the cloth, her eyes were bloodshot red, but there was a soft smile on the corner of her lips, which was so strangely permeating. Jiang Chun, Wei Yizhen, and Yao Xiao all froze for a moment, horrified.

No one dared to answer her, and they didn't know how to answer her.

Jingxiu's gaze swept across Jiang Chun, Wei Yizhen, and Yao Xiao, and asked again as if to herself, "Where is Yanyan?" She opened her eyes without blinking, but her tears fell uncontrollably.