The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 3537 Officially Begins

"Boom boom-"

Amidst the roar of cars, black Rolls-Royces drove in one by one.

The car ran across the road in front of Shen Chuge's cemetery without slowing down.

Then the car doors slammed open, and men and women in black costumes with white flowers appeared one after another.

There are more than 200 people, with solemn expressions, extraordinary temperament, and a state of wealth and honor.

Then ten more interview vehicles drove in, and a dozen cameras and a dozen reporters showed up.

They just slapped and clapped at the scene.

Before Ye Fan and the others could react, wreaths and bunches of lilies were sent in.

Both sides of the road were soon filled with wreaths and flowers.

Finally, a hearse with a portrait on it drove over.

The salute was fired, and the sky was full of flowers.

When the hearse drove to the front, dozens of Yang family men and women with white cloth strips wrapped around their heads stepped forward to help the spirit.

Walking in the front is Yang Qihua, the number one actress in plain clothes with a pretty face and a sad face.

Yang Tianhou, who has just risen and is the number one in terms of traffic, didn't make too many moves and actions, but still gathered the eyes of everyone in the audience.

"Carry the coffin!"

Following the order of the master of ceremonies, the hearse opened.

Eight black men put on black hats and white gloves, and then carried out a coffin.

The coffin is thick and heavy, carved with dragons and painted phoenixes, and inlaid with silver wire, gold leaf, and fine diamonds.

Incomparably bright and brilliant.

At the same moment, the salute was fired again, and amidst the bang bang bang, the sky was covered with paper flowers.

"what--"

"99 bouquets of spiritual flowers soaring to the nine heavens!"

"99 bouquets of wreaths made by master masters!"

"99 Royal Three Thousand Miles Salute!"

"Rolls-Royce limited edition dedicated hearse!"

"Nine-star nanmu in Liuzhou collection for a hundred years!"

"The world's top eight black people carry the coffin!"

"This... this... this funeral is too luxurious and classy, ​​the ceiling of ordinary people."

"I'm afraid the governor won't have such luxury after his death. Yang Tianhou is really rich and powerful!"

Seeing this scene, dozens of relatives and friends of the Shen family were all dumbfounded.

They had lived for so long, and it was the first time they saw such a grand, luxurious and grand funeral scene.

At this moment, they wished that the one lying in the coffin was themselves.

A few young people wanted to take out their mobile phones to take pictures, but found that the mobile phones had been confiscated by Zhao Xiaoyan and the others.

They regretted why they didn't bring an extra mobile phone, otherwise this scene would definitely attract hundreds of thousands of followers.

Shen Hua's four daughters also bit their lips slightly, with a hint of melancholy and sadness on their pretty faces.

In their hearts, Shen Chuge's life was better than Old Madam Yang's, and his status was higher than the Empress Dowager's, but the final funeral was very different.

Ye Fan saw their sadness, and grabbed their palms with a smile: "Don't worry, Chu Ge will be even more beautiful."

The eyes of Shen Hua's four daughters brightened slightly.

When Shen's relatives and friends were shocked, Zhao Xiaoyan also opened her mouth:
"Miss Yang, why did they come here 10 minutes earlier? I thought they would enter the park on time at twelve o'clock."

"It's over. I was delayed by these hanging silks. I really shouldn't give them a deadline. Just throw them out and it won't be a big deal now."

"These crooked melons and dates have killed people."

"I tell you, from now on, you all shut up and be ostriches to me."

"Whether it's an 80-year-old lady or a three-year-old child, I keep their tails between their tails and are not allowed to make a sound."

"If you make a fuss and cause the media to scribble, or make Yang Tianhou and the others angry, I, Zhao Xiaoyan, promise to make you regret it for the rest of your life."

"Although I'm just Tianhou's follower, I'm more than enough to take care of you hangers."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, my brother is the number two member of the Crazy Eagle Group, and he knows how to kill you trash."

Zhao Xiaoyan threatened Shen Hua, Ye Fan and others viciously, and did not forget to show her identity to put pressure.

"what--"

Hearing that Zhao Xiaoyan was having an affair with the Crazy Eagle Group, the relatives and friends of the Shen family trembled even more and dared not speak out.

Gongsun Qian raised her head and looked at Zhao Xiaoyan.

She didn't expect that this agent was related to the Crazy Eagle Group, and he knew someone with a high status.

Ye Fan was also very interested: "Your brother is the number two in the Crazy Eagle Group?"

Zhao Xiaoyan twitched her chin: "That's right, my brother is a high-level executive of the Crazy Eagle Group. People call him the scar of the crying child, aren't you afraid?"

Ye Fan burst into a smile: "It turned out to be him, the dog next to Shen Jingbing, the dog who didn't live long."

Zhao Xiaoyan narrowed her eyes: "Dog, you actually know Brother Bing?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Of course I know, I interrupted his fingers and two hands."

Zhao Xiaoyan was taken aback: "What? You broke Brother Bing's hands?"

Then she flew into a rage again: "You dog, you are so shameless, you are a wheelchair waste, break Bingge's two hands with a hammer!"

"Don't think that if you search for Brother Bing's name online and use it to scare us with bluff, we will be afraid of you."

"Let me tell you, you are such a waste, let alone interrupting Brother Bing's two hands, there is no chance of breaking Brother Bing's two hairs."

"You should thank Tianhou for coming early, otherwise I would have yelled at you just now, and I would cut off both of your hands for Brother Bing."

Zhao Xiaoyan snorted coldly: "But this account, after the funeral is over, I will also settle it with you."

For some reason, seeing Ye Fan's indifferent and disdainful expression, Zhao Xiaoyan wanted to slap him twice, and then crush Ye Fan's face with high heels.

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "This account really should be settled."

Zhao Xiaoyan thought Ye Fan was afraid, so she smiled contemptuously:
"Dog, are you afraid? If you are afraid, just get out of here and stay."

She waved her hand to her companion: "Block all these hanging wires, so that the Queen of Heaven and the guests won't see them."

She really wanted to beat Ye Fan and others to clear the scene, but now she couldn't drive away these dozens of people.

There is only one way to come, if she drives Ye Fan and others away, she will definitely be seen by the Queen of Heaven and the guests, and if she is not careful, she will be made a fuss by the National People's Congress.

A dozen or so companions immediately dispersed with a clatter, and took a row of wreaths to block Ye Fan and the others as much as possible.

It's just that they tried their best to cover Ye Fan, but they still attracted the attention of the Yang family's guests.

There's no way, compared to all the Rolls Royce and the white flowers in the suits, the shabbiness of the Shen family's relatives and friends is too eye-catching.

Clothes worth tens or hundreds of dollars, as well as cheap paper flowers and chrysanthemums, were too abrupt and out of place in the Yang family's team.

Many guests shook their heads slightly and showed sarcasm.

I didn't choose an ordinary day for the burial, and I was buried on the same day as Mrs. Yang in the same cemetery. Isn't this just asking for money?
Yang Qihua also saw Ye Fan and the others, and glanced at Zhao Xiaoyan intentionally or unintentionally.

The corners of Zhao Xiaoyan's mouth twitched immediately, and sweat oozed from her forehead, feeling that Yang Tianhou was not hiding anything from her.

"The auspicious time has come, Mrs. Yang is buried."

At this time, the voice of the master of ceremonies of the Yang family resounded again: "The farewell ceremony has begun, please Miss Yang lead the family to scatter the soil..."

Yang Qihua's pretty face darkened by two points, and then he led a group of Yang's nephews forward three steps.

They reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt...

Ye Fan took out his mobile phone to check the time, then looked at Shen Hua's four daughters and smiled: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Chu Ge should be buried too..."

"Bury what to bury?"

Before Shen Hua and the others could respond, Zhao Xiaoyan's pretty face darkened and she drank in a low voice:
"Can't you understand human words? I tell you to stay still and not move, and you just stay still for me!"

"Until Mrs. Yang's funeral is over, you are not allowed to touch even a handful of dirt."

Zhao Xiaoyan threatened: "Make a fuss and poke the basket, I will make you eat and walk around."

Gongsun Qian laughed angrily: "For your funeral, don't let our dead rest in peace, are you still unreasonable?"

"Money makes sense!"

Zhao Xiaoyan glared at Gongsunqian fiercely: "A group of hanging silks are fair and reasonable to us, do they have the qualifications and capital?"

"Also, a little bastard's funeral, just dig a random place and bury it, and make such a joke to make people laugh."

"I warn you, don't make any noise, or I will break your hands."

She snorted: "Even the people buried in it, I will dig them out and throw their bones and ashes."

"Snapped!"

This time, Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, and raised his hand to slap Zhao Xiaoyan on the cheek.

It was crisp and loud, and the momentum was heavy. Zhao Xiaoyan screamed and flew out straight up.

She knocked over her two companions and fell heavily to the ground.

She got up, covered her face and yelled, "Dog, if you dare to hit Miss Ben, I'll kill you..."

"Snapped!"

Ye Fan slapped Zhao Xiaoyan away again, and the voice resounded throughout the audience:

"Chu Ge's funeral, I can start it whenever I want, and I can do it for as long as I want."

"As a manager, you are not qualified to tell us what to do with Chu Ge."

Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped his hands: "If you didn't want to kill someone today, you would be dead by now."

Zhao Xiaoyan was very angry: "Bastard, if you slap me twice, you can't keep your hands."

Ye Fan tilted his head slightly: "Sister Qian, write it down for me. After the grave is moved, remind me to cut off her hands!"

Gongsun Qian glanced at Zhao Xiaoyan: "Okay!"

Ye Fan then turned the wheelchair and took a few steps forward:

"The ceremony of moving the grave of Shen Chuge from the Shen family has officially begun!"

(End of this chapter)