"Ah!!!h Directly in front of her, there was a miserable cry from the woman on the spot, and at the same time, the unlocking sound of the trunk rang twice.

The man couldn't wait to walk over and look at her with concern, whispering inquiring.

Jiang Futing seized the opportunity to quickly sneak into the trunk of the car, pressed the lock of the trunk, and after getting in, he carefully closed the door.

"What the hell is going on?" The sound of tapping footsteps outside rang out again.

"It's okay, I guess I haven't eaten for a day, I'm so hungry that my eyes are a little flowery, I saw it wrong! Scared the hell out of me! "The woman sat in the seat with her high heels on.

"Bang!" The sound of doors closing on both sides rang out at the same time.

Jiang Futing curled up and lay in the trunk, carefully holding his breath, when the two got into the car at the same time, he clearly felt that the car shook and sank a little.

Immediately after that, the sound of the engine sounded.

With the sudden tilt of his body, Jiang Futing knew that he was finally out of the community.

Outside whistles and horns came and went, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting until his body suddenly leaned again, sliding sharply with a spin.

It should have arrived.

Overhead, there were two violent door closing sounds, "Stompe!" "The footsteps are getting farther and farther away.

Jiang Futing gave the little ghost a look again and asked him to take a look outside, and the little boy disappeared for a few seconds, and then the pale little face resurfaced, close to Jiang Futing's face.

"There's no one outside."

"Yes." Jiang Futing avoided physical contact with him without a trace, opened the car cover, and was still very careful when he came out of the trunk.

This parking lot is a bit familiar, and it should have been visited by the family before.

This will be the peak season, and the parking spaces will be full.

Jiang Futing habitually pulled down the brim of his hat and hung his head into the elevator.

At this time, there were already a lot of people in the shopping mall on the first floor, and when he was walking out of the door quickly, an LED poster was hanging on the partition wall of a coffee shop.

His steps paused.

Jiang Futing looked back at the poster, his eyes stunned.

The little boy in the poster has a bright smile, and although he is wearing a hospital gown, his eyes are more hopeful than ever, as warm and dazzling as the dawn breaks.

That's An An.

I don't know if it's because of the retouching, he has a lot of ruddy complexion on his face, and his lifeless cheeks have grown a lot of flesh.

The top two buttons of the collar seem to have been deliberately opened, revealing the gauze that has not yet had time to be removed.

An An had indeed undergone surgery, and Jiang Futing was inexplicably relieved.

On the side of the poster is a particularly eye-catching sentence, "Fearless of rumors, face the salvation of life!" Attached below is an introduction in a variety of small prints.

In the face of this most direct and powerful evidence, all kinds of messy rumors are naturally self-defeating, and Jiang Futing recalled the last words he said to Jiang Li before he was arrested.

This group of people is worthy of being businessmen, using everything available to the extreme, and they deliberately released the information that An An was known to the public at that time, but they were true

directly operated on An An, and by the way, he made a big deal of it and set up a person for himself.

But fortunately, An'an's situation is good.

"I know this man!" When Jiang Futing was frowning, the little boy on the side suddenly shouted.

He turned his head to look at the imp with a puzzled expression.

"When I was playing in the cardiothoracic surgery inpatient unit, he saw me!" The little ghost said in surprise.

The doubt in Jiang Futing's eyes was even stronger, but now in public, it was difficult for him to speak.

This little imp has been clinging to himself, and he needs to find a time to pry his mouth.

Jiang Futing lowered his head again, walked to the door, and stood in the cold wind, the contrast between his thin body and a group of people wearing cotton jackets was very obvious, and he looked particularly out of place.

He suddenly didn't know where he was going.

Turning his head to look at the coffee shop that opened at the door, he went straight inside.

The moment the door was opened, the warmth came, but the body was still cold.

Jiang Futing took the coffee and nested directly in the corner, and there was a whispering discussion between the two girls.

"This kind of person is really inhumane, and he even dares to be greedy for the relief money in the charity fund!"

"That's right! What a pity for these sick children! I heard that the charity projects in the first half of the year were greedy a lot, delaying the illness of many children! How can such a person not go to hell! ”

"Do you remember the handsome guy who was popular on Weibo for a while last time?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"He's the son of that scum!"

Jiang Futing's hand holding the cup trembled, the spoon was accidentally driven to the ground, and the two girls who spoke involuntarily condensed their eyes.

He maintained an unwavering indifference, bent down, picked up the spoon, and set off layers of huge waves in his deep eyes.

"It's so strange for this person to wear so little and wear such a thick hat?" A girl who noticed him whispered.

"Whatever, I have worn anything to the street these years, and I saw Hanfu with high heels last time, isn't it quite strange!" Another partner complained.

Jiang Futing turned his back to them, silently listening to the topic of the two unconsciously tearing apart.

It's only been two days, and what the hell is going on!

The slender fingers clenched the cup, Jiang Futing took out the mobile phone with little power, found the socket, and swiped the Weibo of the previous two days while charging.

The further he rolled, the colder it became.

He looked sharply at the video of Song Cheng's apology released in the early hours of Sunday morning, which he had personally recorded, and in addition to the video, there was also an information material on the replacement.

This content has been stored very carefully in my mobile phone, and it is impossible for anyone to get it.

Except for one person! And only one person!

Jiang Futing's eyes were almost on fire.

In addition to this, even the content of the document entrusted to Lin Ziqing to decrypt on Saturday afternoon was also announced, Lin Ziqing not only directly pulled out the list of children helped, but even posted false financial transactions in the first half of the year

Come.

The intention of the publisher is very obvious, and all the evidence and contradictions point directly to the Song family!

Is it just to knock down the Song family at once?

But is he a fool when he is a fool of the Song family, and by the way, he thinks of himself as a fool!

Jiang Futing didn't know what Lin Ziqing's ultimate goal was, but he only knew that this person had been indirectly using himself from beginning to end, and Song Minghui would only feel that all this was done by the Jiang family when he saw this.

Sure enough, the public opinion behind it was subverted very quickly!

The rapid speed is unimaginable, and in the evening of the same day, the Song family quickly counterattacked, and the person who undertook all this counterattack was the Jiang family.

Although Jiang Futing knew when he had a certain depth of this matter that the Jiang Dynasty might be used and abandoned by Song Minghui and Jiang Jianyong, it should not be so fast.

Unless they feel a huge threat from the outside world, they can't wait to push Jiang Chao out and become the center of public opinion.

And for them, apart from Jiang Chao, who else can master all this!

Since Lin Ziqing satisfied his selfish desires, he has never considered the people of the Jiang family!

It was he who dragged them into the abyss directly with his own hands, without even giving them a chance to breathe!

Lin Jin and Jiang Chao should have been able to stay up at home until he came out!

The black air on his body kept churning with anger, and the heating in the coffee shop seemed to have lost its effect, and the temperature in the shop kept dropping, and suddenly became a little cold.

Especially near the corner of Jiang Futing, the cold almost seeped into the bones of the guests next to him.

"What's going on, why is it so cold here all of a sudden!" The girl sitting in the back chattering suddenly said.

"Maybe the heating is broken here, let's sit down on the air conditioner!"

But the temperature in the room was still dropping rapidly, as if something was stirring, and the curtains hanging by the windows kept fluttering when the cold wind blew.

"Big brother! You take it easy, control the ghost energy on your body! The little ghost noticed the strangeness on Jiang Futing's body, and reminded with some uneasiness.

Jiang Futing didn't seem to hear his words, his eyes were glued to his phone, and he looked at Weibo over and over again to denounce Jiang Chao.

Scum! Demon! Executioner!

These insults are all light, some greet their whole family, and some insult Lin Jin, all of which are all kinds of filthy words.

The cold aura and anger on Jiang Futing's body were almost pouring out of his body.

"Big brother! You keep it! The little ghost eagerly persuaded and looked out of the store worriedly, "If you don't put it away, there will be a bunch of things coming outside!" ”

But Jiang Futing's mind was like falling into a deep well, and the more the ghost qi on his body surged, the more enjoyable the feeling of being vented out.

"Big brother!" The imp's impatient scream sounded in my ears!

"Smack!" Not far away, the sound of porcelain shattering sounded.

"Why did this cup fall to the ground when it was so good!" The clerk exclaimed.

The distracted eyes focused, Jiang Futing raised his eyes, and the originally warm store was everywhere at the moment

It's full of ghostly energy, and it seems that something is gathering outside.

"Big brother! You've finally got a response! The little ghost on the side cried with joy and urged: "Let's go quickly!" If you don't leave, wait for a bunch of ghosts to eat you! ”

Jiang Futing looked at him puzzled.

"You don't know that the ghost energy in your body is pure yin? I couldn't help but take a sip when I ran into you before, you're scattered everywhere now, aren't you walking tonic now! ”

The little ghost said anxiously, looking at the person who was still indifferent, and continued to urge: "Hurry up!" Come on! ”

Although Jiang Futing didn't fully understand the meaning of his words, he now also felt that the outside of the store was rapidly condensing in this direction.

Knowing that something was wrong, he quickly got up and left.

The coffee left on the table was never touched except for the first sip.

In the biting cold wind, Jiang Futing desperately suppressed some messy black gas on his body while his body was burning with anger.

There was a little impatience in his eyes, what was the situation with the gas on his body, and where did it come from!

Jiang Futing pursed his lips, lowered his head and quickly walked through a few blocks, until he walked to the relatively cold old town.

The ink of the night had completely smeared in the air.

While walking, Jiang Futing's mind was full of insulting words and invective that he saw on Weibo.

He was going to find a place to call Lin Ziqing and ask him why he was doing this! But now, unlike a decade ago, there are no public phone booths on the roadside, and the supermarkets on the street are basically chain convenience stores.

Nowadays, the social economy is under the monopoly of class, and there are very few individual private shops.

Jiang Futing kept looking for the commissary, the crowd on the road was sparse, and he occasionally passed by a few small shops, all of which were closed.

(End of chapter)