Chapter 2132

The funeral of zhanjiaer was held in St. John's Cathedral, the most famous in M city.

She went in such a hurry, but Zhan Yang still had a way to make his daughter play a funeral in the most famous church in M city.

He wants to send Zhan Jiaer on the last leg, even though Zhanyang is no longer the chairman of Fenghuo group.

But looking at the huge shares he held and his social status, many celebrities still came to watch the ceremony.

Zhanyang airlifted many white roses from abroad, which covered almost all the roads from the stairs down to the inside of St. John's church.

Zhan Yang said that these white roses were Zhan Jia'er's favorite. Like his daughter Jia'er, they were pure white, pure and kind.

He said that Zhan Jia'er was his favorite daughter. He felt sad and regretted her death, so he wanted to build a century funeral to see her off.

We have seen many weddings in the century, but the funerals of the century are unheard of.

Many media came to the scene because of this gimmick and shot the funeral scene with long guns and short guns.

In the past, Zhan Yang, who attached great importance to privacy and rarely reported it to the public relations department, not only let the media shoot this time, but also specially asked the public relations department to host the media reporters.

After a while, the guests arrived.

At this moment, a luxury car stopped at the door of the church. The door opened and a cold, tall man got out of the car.

The only one to watch the war is to watch the whole group.

Zhan Mo gets down from the car and glances coldly at the man standing on the steps and looking at himself.

The man, his father, Zhan Yang, stood at the end of the carpet covered with white roses.

His father looks so mature and handsome, and his fierce momentum of many years makes Zhan Yang the most dazzling person in the crowd even in such a famous occasion.

But even so, what?

Zhan Mo used to take his father as an example. His noble and elegant, deep and fierce let Zhan Mo deeply admire him.

But now, what he sees is all the selfishness, hypocrisy and indifference behind this man.

Zhan Mo came to the car and opened the back door: "mother, here we are."

When he opened the door, a pair of high-heeled shoes with black satin inlaid with diamond protruded out of the car and stepped firmly on the ground.

The next moment, wearing an elegant black dress, wearing black sunglasses, appeared in front of the public.

"Madame Zhan!"

"No, it should be Mrs. ex war!"

"She's here at last, and I'll say a funeral, and she'll show up She and Mr. Zhan tore their faces and went to court. I thought Mr. Zhan went to the detention center to pick her up a few days ago and they would get back together. I didn't expect that she came here alone today. "

"How can it be a person? It seems that the warrior is going to fall apart and be divided into two groups."

The guests couldn't help lowering the volume of discussion, while the reporters were eager to shoot Duan Xiuhui and Zhan Yang.

This is not only a century wedding, but also a century meeting.

A couple who have just made a life and death row and split their faces will meet again because of their daughter's funeral.

Zhan Mo ignored the people around him, and still kept a cold expression. He held out his hand to Duan Xiuhui: "mother, let's go."

Duan Xiuhui looked up at the man standing at the end of the steps through sunglasses. Then she nodded slowly and gently took her son's hand with her weak, boneless and almost weightless hand.

"Good." Duan Xiuhui said.