Chapter 277
"Take down these reports and hot searches! Are all the people in the PR department dead?" Li Xingyuan was furious when he saw the hot searches, "She was just missing, not killed! No!"
"Li Xingyuan, are you crazy enough?"
Lu Shaochen came in from outside, with an unkempt beard and disheveled hair.
Li Xingyuan glanced at him coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"The public relations department's phone calls have been inundated with calls from major media, asking about Ye Zhimeng's affairs." Lu Shaochen's face was gloomy, "Let me ask you, will the obituary be published?"
Li Xingyuan rushed over, grabbed Lu Shaochen, and hit the wall directly: "She's not dead, why do you want to issue an obituary?"
"Dead or not, don't you know? How many times have you confirmed that she has indeed boarded the plane? How could she survive if the plane fell like that? Tell me how she could survive?" Lu Shaochen raised his hand and waved it in Li Xingyuan's face A punch.
He exerted great force.
One punch made Li Xingyuan take two steps back.
In the past few days, he had been looking for people everywhere, without eating, drinking or sleeping, and he was visibly collapsing.
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"Let me ask you, what were you doing when you returned to Shanghai that day?" Lu Shaochen pointed at Li Xingyuan and asked.
Li Xingyuan froze.
"If you stayed in Asia and didn't come back suddenly, she might not get on the plane that afternoon." Lu Shaochen gritted his teeth.
In Li Xingyuan's mind.
Ye Zhimeng's cold and distant appearance emerged when he left that day.
The sharp pain in my heart felt like a knife again.
"I'm here today to tell you that Ye Zhimeng's good friends are preparing to hold a funeral for her. Please be kind and let her go in peace and don't make trouble!" Lu Shaochen calmed down and was caught by Li Xingyuan. With his shirt in a mess, he turned around and strode away.
Outside the window, heavy snow is falling.
Lu Shaochen raised his head and glanced at the sky.
In fact, like Li Xingyuan, Lu Shaochen did not think that Ye Zhimeng was dead.
He always felt that she had completed her mission of escaping from Li Xingyuan and was waiting in a corner of the world to restart her life with her babies after giving birth.
Because there are no bones.
Ye Zhimeng was buried in Rongcheng Xishan Cemetery with only some clothes.
Wen Chi, who had been freed, as Ye Zhimeng's brother, set up a tombstone for her.
It was raining and snowing at Xishan Cemetery that day.
Wen Chi knelt in front of the tombstone and cried loudly regardless of the image.
Some old neighbors watched from a distance and wiped away tears.
Also crying loudly was the administrator. In the management room, he almost died from crying.
Hao Tian only came here in a hurry.
Hao Tian always felt that Ye Zhimeng's plane crash was her fault.
If it weren't for the fact that she was going to be discharged from the hospital, Ye Zhimeng wouldn't have decided to come back at the last minute.
Hao Tian, who was deep in self-blame, finally chose to give up life in China with the comfort of her mother and was already going through the immigration procedures.
She also went to see Li Xingyuan.
Afraid that he would take revenge on his mother and adoptive father.
However, Li Xingyuan said nothing.
Later, after a long time, Hao Tian realized that Li Xingyuan was just like her at that time.
The responsibility for Ye Zhimeng's return to that flight was placed on himself.
If he hadn't left that morning, he naturally wouldn't have let Ye Zhimeng leave, and Hao Tianfei would have come to accompany her in the end.
He is the sinner.
In the end, Xiao Yezi was disappointed.
It's getting dark.
Wen Chi's knees had long been numb from the cold.
With the help of his friend, Wen Chi stood up in embarrassment, but the smile on Ye Zhimeng's face was always on the tombstone.
He chose a photo of Ye Zhimeng when she was seventeen.
At that time, my grandmother was still there, there was no problem with the business, and Mengmeng was happy every day.
She has nothing to do with the person who imprisoned her and tortured her.
Exit from the cemetery.
Wen Chi saw Li Xingyuan from a distance.
He was dressed in black, holding a black umbrella, standing in the rain, like a ghost from hell.
The cuteness is gone.
My own hands are also useless.
Wen Chi no longer had any fear of Li Xingyuan.
He walked up to Li Xingyuan, looked at him and asked, "Mr. Li, I have only one question. Why did you leave her alone that morning and leave on a private plane?"
