787: C787 From an Outsider's Point of View They're Married

C787 From an Outsider's Point of View They're Married

Yan Shu was stunned. "Are you at the airport? I'll pick you up."

"No need. I got on the bus to downtown. Last time you said you were working at the hotel. I forgot the name of the hotel."

"Pearl Hotel." Yan Shu looked at the time on her phone. "The bus is very fast. It will arrive in half an hour."

"Pearl Hotel. Okay, I will remember it."

If it was not for the weekend and the night, there would not be many customers in the hotel during the day.

Yan Shu took this opportunity to check the money in each bank account. She also made a call to Special Assistant Zhang. According to the prices of the Fu's buying Pearl Hotel in the past, she transferred the money to Fu Yunjian's account.

When she was done with her work, she found that it had been almost an hour.

Uncle Ou should have arrived early, but her phone had not rung.

Yan Shu used the headset and said, "I'm not around for a while. Is there anyone looking for me?"

"No, Manager."

Yan Shu called Uncle Ou as she left the office.

"Hello." The phone was quickly picked up. It was a female voice. The other person asked, "Are you a relative of this old uncle?"

Yan Shu said, "I am his friend."

"Then come to the hospital. He can't take it anymore."

Yan Shu hung up the phone and immediately drove to the hospital.

Seeing that it was late and the children were about to leave school, she called Lyi Xingruo again and asked her to go to the kindergarten to pick up the children.

When Yan Shu rushed to the hospital, she heard that Uncle Ou had passed away.

"An hour ago, he even told me that he was on the bus." Yan Shu could not believe the bad news she heard, "Why is it so sudden?"

The nurse who was still in the ward said, "It was a cerebral hemorrhage. He fell on the roadside of the hotel and was sent to the hospital. But he was sent too late and was not saved."

"If you are his relative, see if you cremate him or bring him back." After saying that, the nurse left.

Yan Shu stood there in a daze and looked at the old man who was covered by a white cloth on the flat car. She recalled the time when he told her about City Y. His voice was full of confidence.

Why did he leave so suddenly?

Yan Shu had previously looked for Chiang Zhengyu to investigate Ou Xuesong, and there was also the contact information of Uncle Ou's relatives on it.

She called Uncle Ou's younger brother.

When the old man found out that his brother had died, he was surprised.

However, he quickly said in a difficult tone, "I'm overseas, and I can't go back in a short period of time. I'll give you the address of your hometown, you can ask anyone you want. You'll know where my brother should be buried, and you can inherit his inheritance. Thank you. "

Yan Shu could hear the impatience in the old man's words.

She thought in a daze, Even blood-related brothers are so cold?

When her adoptive mother died, Yan Shu was still young and she did not have the experience of handling funeral matters for others. Suddenly, she did not know what to do and unconsciously made a phone call.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yunjian rushed to the hospital.

Seeing Yan Shu holding a cup of water and sitting blankly in the resting chair, he quickly walked over, "Shu, what's wrong?"0

Yan Shu looked up at the man and calmly said, "Ou Xuesong's father came to City Y to find me, but he fell down on the road and had a cerebral hemorrhage. I called his brother and he gave me the address of their hometown. He asked me to take care of Uncle Ou's funeral... "

Her hand that was holding the cup trembled slightly, "But I don't know how to deal with it."

"It's fine." Fu Yunjian sat beside Yan Shu and put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her softly. "I will let Special Assistant Zhang handle this matter fully."

The next second, Yan Shu pushed the man's hand away. "You are married. Don't touch me."

Fu Yunjian wanted to say something, but his wedding with Yanh Jing was broadcast all over the country. To outsiders, they were married.

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