The woman went back to her room after she cried enough.

That night, Jian Nuo lived at Liu Shu's house. Her guest rooms were arranged, and there were also disposable toiletries specially used in the hotel, but it was said that they were fully prepared.

Her husband's body is still in the funeral home. Liu Shu will have to get up early in the morning to work on her husband's affairs, otherwise she will not care about it at all, which is too suspicious.

I cried all night, but Liu Shu got up very early the next day. In her words, she was so sad that she couldn't sleep.

In the morning, Jian Nuo prepared breakfast. She looked haggard and put it down after eating for a few bites. Song Jing also said while eating: "Jian Nuo, your cooking skills are getting better and better. Look, this sandwich is really fragrant."

Liu Shu looked at Song Jing incredibly: "...I'm so sad. Do you still have the intention to praise others for their delicious cooking?"

Song Jing bit the sandwich and said innocently: "Why are you so sad? How can you not be allowed to eat?"

Liu Shu: “…Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

She started crying again, and Song Jing gave a thumbs up: "Okay, that's it, only when you cry to the funeral home will others believe you."

Jian Nuo: "..."

Liu Shu: "..."

***

Of course, Liu Shu would not go to the funeral home. After all, she has no identity now, and others would doubt it if the relationship suddenly got better.

And Liu Shu will be bet by the media.

Song Jing and Jian Nuo drove a car and followed behind. When they were nearby, they saw Liu Shu who entered the funeral home was indeed bet. After all, the one who died was a wealthy businessman, and he was murdered. The gimmick was too big. Everyone must be concerned about what Liu Shu, a rich wife, was about to inherit a huge inheritance.

I even wanted to find out if it was related to Liu Shu.

Seeing Liu Shu's face was sad and blocked by a spear and cannon, she almost couldn't leave, Song Jing looked suffocated: "Sometimes I think it's not a good thing to be too focused on by the media."

Every bit is easily dug out, and whatever you do will be enlarged under the camera, and you can't hide it.

Those who can hide for decades are all old perverts.

Jian Nuo said: "Then why did you enter the entertainment industry? I thought you like this circle very much."

"If you like it, you won't be like it, you won't be like it. It's mainly because you can make money."

Who doesn’t like making money? Especially the not-so-difficult way to make money? Song Jing thinks that the entertainment industry is indeed too friendly to most people to make money, so countless people jump into the entertainment industry every year, which is why she will not leave unless she really can’t make it.

She was originally a vulgar person.

Jian Nuo thought to himself: "How much money have you made in so many years?"

Song Jing: "Don't ask, just ask can't support yourself."

Jian Nuo: "..."

Song Jing glanced at him. Liu Shu hired a few bodyguards and played a role. He pushed the person away and entered the funeral home. The media reporter blocked the funeral home and was very crazy.

After she looked at it for a while, she suddenly saw a sneaky figure.

He said he was sneaky because he was carrying a camera, but he was not very professional, and he was a little perfunctory. He was wearing sunglasses and masks, and even his top collar covered his chin with an exaggerated look. It was just because he was mixed in the press group and was not very eye-catching.

But it's very strange.

Song Jing vaguely felt that this person's figure was very similar to Cheng Xuan.
Chapter completed!