C350 As Long as You Have Money

Chi Shaojun just didn't have time, otherwise, he could open a hotpot restaurant on Everest. Also, a shop on the first floor that specializes in stinky tofu, as long as you have money, that isn't impossible.

From a certain point of view, Ye Yuni was familiar with this principle. For example, she would always use something expensive or even bizarre to maintain her palm-sized face at all costs, treating herself like a little mouse in a beauty salon. She was never tired of this.

Ye Yuni once called it, "Black chicken and toad made into juice, there is a smell of durian sticky mixture, smeared on the face."

She wouldn't let go of the recipe either. If it were up to Ann Qianxi, she wouldn't dare to do it. She didn't have the courage to use the chicken, toad juice, and durian products to protect herself.

And every time Ye Yuni mercilessly slapped herself in the mirror, Zhu Zhu and Ann Qianxi couldn't even catch up.

Jia Wanrou, after Ye Yuni's persuasion, believed her version of "slapping the face helps the blood circulation, can achieve thin face function".

After giving Jia Wanrou another resounding slap, Chi Shaojun, who was still reading the newspaper at the office 180 meters away, was jolted awake.

Ann Qianxi was being supported by her good friend as she walked in the snow. When she was almost to the church, she still couldn't go there immediately.

Because there was a huge black-and-white picture of a man that she didn't want to see.

She thought about Chi Shaojun, the man who liked to shout at others and always had an icy face, the man who said that he hated her to the bones but had her with him, the man who took good care of Dong'er.

Ann Qianxi remembered that he was hugging her tightly in the snow. She wanted to drink champagne, but even though he said that he wasn't healthy, he still picked up a glass of red wine to accompany her. Even though that night, he became allergic to her.

He wore thick cotton socks and walked on the floor like a stubborn lion. He squatted on the soft white carpet and hung little presents one after another on the Christmas tree. His low voice was in contradiction to his sunny face, and he always had a cool smell on him.

It was as if he could reach out and touch his cool skin.

But now, in the church across the way, there was only one black-and-white photograph of him, and he could no longer make a sound.

He wore his warm smile in the black-and-white photo, like a European telling an old story on the seaside, and he did not want to end it.

Ann Qianxi was unwilling to accept the end of this story. The situation ended in this manner. Finally, she burst into tears the second she got close to the church.

After all these years of entanglement in love and hate, there were still too many misunderstandings that had not been resolved. She did not believe the truth before her. Chi Shaojun's brother, the handsome singer, Ou Ney and Chi Shaojun's assistant Kevin. The two of them wore black high-end tails, like two silent European medieval snow nobles, as they walked past Ann Qianxi and the others.

Their eyes were filled with the diluted grief from exhaustion, as well as an indifferent expression that Ann Qianxi didn't understand.

No one knew what was going on.

… ….

Ann Qianxi had a premonition that she was being captured by some kind of immense and heavy sadness when something that looked like a flash machine flashed non-stop.

However, before he could even react, he opened his eyes in the morning. The first person that came out to search on Weibo was Chi's Group's eldest son, who was also the news of Chi Shaojun's death.

When Ann Qianxi saw this message, she was momentarily dazzled. At first, she thought she was dreaming or had a soul attack. In short, it was an unrealistic dream.

But at that moment, it was as if she was suffering from some kind of disorder. She was unable to read the words, let alone understand what Chi Shaojun meant. When Ann Qianxi saw the words' Chi Shaojun died ', she shuddered, then her phone slipped down her arm and fell to the floor, alone, because no one was in the mood to pick it up.

With a loud bang, his head felt like it was struck by an earthquake. It would have been great if it was real. Ann Qianxi was still comforting herself, but that wasn't the case.

Chi Shaojun's funeral was simple and grand, with only a few people inside. His brother Ou Ney, Ann Qianxi's friends, and his assistants were solemn because this funeral was even more grand than the Dragon City celebrity press conference. Two reporters had almost smashed each other's heads just to take a picture of Chi Shaojun in the crystal coffin.

More importantly, the questions and questions that were like raging waves and raging waves were being thrown towards Ann Qianxi and Ou Ney one after another.

You don't have time to be sad, standing in the spotlight where the reporters are shooting people like lasers with their cameras.

"Miss Ann, as Director Chi's wife, is Director Chi going to explain the distribution of the inheritance?"

"What do you think about the assassination of Director Chi's father? Is it related to your group? "

"It is rumored that Ann Dong'er was not the biological child of you and Chi Shaojun. What do you think about this matter?"

Ou Ney was not so lucky as to explain those boring and sharp questions to them, but Ann Qianxi wasn't so lucky. The flashes were like snowflakes as they flew over one by one.

Fortunately, while Ann Qianxi was in a daze, she had Ye Yuni's help.

At that time, it was also the time when Ye Yuni was extremely sarcastic and mean. She was able to use a word like no dirty to make those brain-damaged reporters speechless.

At the critical moment, he still had to look at Ye Yuni. She was so sharp that she had the power to be so sharp.

Therefore, when he had mocked her saying that "the world's most sarcastic book should be written by Ye Yuni," it was not entirely negative, but contained praise as well.

This incident also proved that Ye Yuni was not someone to be trifled with and that no one was to be trifled with. No matter if it was the media or that crazy woman who misunderstood Jia Wanrou, she would always throw a bowl of egg soup at the person who bullied her sister for her good friend.

… ….

One month ago, in a world of ice and snow that was completely silent …