Chapter 2132: That Woman Is Here

Zhan Jiaer's funeral was held in M's most prestigious St. John's Cathedral.

She went hurriedly, but Zhan Yang still had a way to get his daughter's funeral in the scenery of this most famous church in M ​​city.

He is going to send Zhan Jiaer on his final journey, even if Zhan Yang is no longer the chairman of the Beacon Group.

But looking at the huge shares held in his hands, as well as his traditional social status, there were still many celebrities attending the ceremony.

Zhanyang airlifted many white roses from abroad, almost covering all the roads from St. John's Church down the stairs to the church.

Zhan Yang said that these white roses were Zhan Jiaer's favorite during his lifetime. Like his daughter Jiaer, she was pure white and pure.

He said Zhan Jiaer was his favorite daughter, and her death made him sad and regretful, so she had to create a century funeral and see her off.

Century weddings have been seen a lot, but century funerals are unheard of.

Many media rushed to the scene because of this gimmick, and shot a stun shot at the funeral site with ‘guns and short cannons’.

In the past, Zhan Yang, who attached great importance to privacy and had rarely reported it, not only generously allowed the media to shoot, but also specially invited the public relations department to entertain media reporters.

After a while, the guests arrived seven or eighty-eight.

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

Everyone looked intently, that man was the young master of the Huohuo Group, the only son of Zhanyang Zhanmo.

Zhan Mo got down from the car, raised his eyes and looked at the man standing coldly on the steps.

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

His father looks so mature and handsome. For years, the powerful position makes Zhan Yang the most dazzling person in the crowd even on such a famous occasion.

But even then?

Zhan Mo used to take his father as an example. His noble elegance and deep and deep admiration for Zhan Mo.

But now, what he saw was all the selfishness, hypocrisy, and apathy behind the man.

When Zhan Mo came to the car, he opened the rear door and said, "Mother, it's here."

After he pulled the door of the car, a pair of black satin-plated high heels protruded out of the car and stepped firmly on the ground.

The next moment, a woman wearing an elegant black dress and black sunglasses appeared in front of everyone.

"It's Mrs. War!"

"No, it should be the former lady!"

"She finally arrived, and I said she would appear at the funeral ... She and Mr. Zhan broke her face and went to the court. I thought Mr. Zhan went to the detention center a few days ago to pick her up and they would reunite. I didn't expect her today He came alone. "

"How could it be a person, without seeing Mo Shao, it seems that the war fighters are going to fall apart and split into two factions."

The guests couldn't help lowering the volume, and the reporters eagerly shot Duan Xiuhui and Zhan Yang.

This is not just a century wedding, it should be a century meeting.

A husband and wife who have just made it to their death and are torn apart, have to meet again because of their daughter's funeral.

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

Duan Xiuhui raised her eyes and glanced at the man standing at the end of the step through the sunglasses. Then she nodded slowly, holding her son's hand gently with her weak, boneless hand.

"OK." Duan Xiuhui said.

(End of this chapter)