When he walked from the crematorium to the final tombstone, Jiang Futing didn't bring an umbrella, the rain gradually became heavier, and water droplets kept flowing down the ends of his hair, and his eyes were so white that his cheeks seemed to be a little transparent because of the fog stained by the rain.

Even in the rain, it's a beautiful sight.

Lin Jinshen was afraid that Jiang Futing would catch a cold and ask people everywhere for towels, but a large piece of black cloth suddenly shrouded Jiang Futing's head, blocking his vision.

Jiang Futing tore off the big cloth on his head, only to find that it was a piece of clothing.

Lin Ziqing was standing in front of him and automatically invited credit: "Don't thank me, I just prepared a change of clothes today, and I don't need this now." ”

Jiang Futing sniffed and smelled the faint smell of smoke on his clothes, frowned, and threw the clothes back to him: "No, thank you." ”

"Why are you still so unkind." Lin Ziqing was speechless on the side.

Lin Jin smiled awkwardly and explained for him: "My son has never liked to have close contact with people since he was a child. ”

At this time, a group of people suddenly bustled up

All kinds of flashing lights, talking voices, and accusations surrounded the people in the cemetery, and Jiang Futing couldn't even hear what they were saying, only the chirping and buzzing kept lingering in his mind, until finally they converged together and became a silent picture.

The bright and bright ceremonial flowers were ruthlessly trampled by one foot after another, the juice seeped into the heavy soil, and the decorations in front of the tombstones were sparsely knocked down.

"It's so grand when a bitch dies, do you want to nod your face, for fear that people won't know" I don't know if it was the irrelevant person who said it.

"Only shameless people can raise such shameless daughters!"

"Hello! Do you think Chen Jianan's sudden death was because her evil deeds were exposed by the world and she couldn't bear the guilt before committing suicide? A microphone appeared forcefully in front of a woman who described it as withered.

The woman dodged in panic, and her eyes, which were already gloomy, were now so gray that she could not see a trace of brilliance.

The reporter holding the microphone wiped it up and sneered at it, and his hand made a gesture without a trace, and he was still caught by Jiang Futing's sharp eyes.

Then more reporters flocked to her, and the cold and dazzling flashing lights kept flashing on her face again and again, her face became more and more pale, and even Jiang Futing, who was standing not far away, couldn't open her eyes uncomfortably.

"Someone on the Internet broke the news that your daughter transferred other people's property without permission, and there is also your daughter's autograph on it, and she is going to sue your daughter, what do you think about this matter?"

Jiang Futing saw Chen Jianan's mother looking at them in a trance, and there was no trace of vitality in her whole person, she opened her mouth dryly.

"Do you know that your daughter was fostered in a nightclub when she was seventeen years old?" The ensuing questions were like the sharpest knives stabbing into the woman's already shattered heart.

"She is Chen Jianan's mother!" In the confusion, it is unknown who shouted at the crowd behind the show.

The already airtight crowd was behind them

More hungry wolves with teeth and claws crowded one after another, and these people are more hideous than the demons from hell.

They live by eating at the fear of others and take pleasure in ravaging the lives of others.

Jiang Futing was under the eyes and obstruction of Lin Jin and Jiang Chao's various envoys, but he still blocked Chen Jianan's mother by magic, he didn't know how he walked over, and his dark eyes calmly swept everyone present.

"Who is this!"

"I don't know, could it be that Chen Jiannan is still secretly eating tender grass?"

"This kid is very handsome!"

"What is your relationship with Chen Jianan?" The person who spoke was the reporter who first embarrassed Chen Jianan's mother.

The expression on Jiang Futing's face at this time was cold, and his eyes slashed at him like a knife: "It's okay." ”

"So, what are you doing in your way? You're getting in the way of our work. The reporter obviously didn't expect the aura of the student in front of him to be so strong, and he suddenly converged a lot.

"This is a cemetery." Jiang Futing said lightly, implying that there were dead people here.

His eyes were already darker than ordinary people, even the iris was extremely dark, like a black hole so deep that it almost sucked these people in, and a breeze suddenly blew around him, constantly blowing the paper money that had been trampled on everywhere before it was burned clean, and it was a little biting cold.

The bodies of this group of people were inexplicably mad, obviously they were fine just now, but suddenly they became gloomy, and even the family members and friends who attended the funeral were a little frightened.

A few people who were originally deliberately muddying the waters began to quietly retreat.

Only the first few "dedicated" reporters still stood in place in a cold sweat, but the uneasiness and weakness in their eyes began to collapse.

Jiang Futing looked back at the woman whose face was still pale, and said to them in an indifferent tone like stagnant water: "If something happens to this lady because of your dedication, whose responsibility do you think it will be, and you are so powerful that your editor-in-chief is willing to fight a lawsuit for you?" ”

Under the measurement of interests, the only remaining people have blue and white faces, after all, they are just humble capital slaves who eat human blood steamed buns, and what happens is greater than their own value, and they will inevitably be ruthlessly abandoned in the end.

In the end, these people could only leave in an unwilling situation, and before leaving, they took a few more embarrassing photos in front of the tomb.

Jiang Futing watched Lin Jin come over with a menacing attitude, knowing that she wanted to blame herself for acting impulsively, but she was very restrained in the grateful gaze of Chen Jianan's mother.

"Sister Lin, thank you so much for your son this time." The woman had red eyes, held Lin Jin's hand tightly, and as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was so weak that she couldn't hear it, only a hoarse voice, she must have been crying for a long time.

"It's a relative, it should be." Lin Jin patted the back of her hand gently, and swallowed the accusation so hard.

I don't know if the funeral felt too bleak, but after attending the funeral, the third wave of cold air came again.

Chen Jianan's popularity is not

It lasted too long, and it was overshadowed by the campaign enthusiasm of another charitable foundation's ambassador. This circle is like this, there is never a shortage of various topics, there will be various continuations every day, Chen Jiannan is just the unfortunate one in the topic.

Late at night, a fat man sits in an empty office on the top floor, his legs resting wantonly on the corner of a table, and the room is full of dazzling luxury ornaments, even the insignificant trash cans are fully automated, inlaid with gold-trimmed stripes.

There are nude photos of various popular stars on the desk, and even some of them are private photos of unexpected people to the outside world.

At this time, a gorgeous woman walked in from the outside without knocking, she was wearing a short skirt that covered her hips, the cuffs and hem were trimmed with lace, and the place where she covered her hips was like a cheongsam, and the fork almost extended to the waist.

The middle-aged man's eyes burned with lust the moment he walked in. Fire.

The woman was suddenly clung to the table by his tight grip, and the books and ornaments fell to the ground in a haphazard manner with their large movements.

The woman frowned painfully, but she still smiled softly at the man, her eyes were full of charm, and she was coquettish: "Brother Hua, you slow down, what's the hurry, it's hurting others!" ”

"I haven't seen you for two days, I miss you!" The man only had the desire to vent all over his body, and he couldn't wait to pull the clothes on himself and the beauty in front of him.

"This kind of thing, I'll just come~" The woman hooked her eyes at him, and untied his belt with both hands dexterously.

The man kept biting on her rudely, the woman's eyes were blurred by falling into lust, and only the voice of arrogance and lasciviousness was left in the huge office.

The two of them sank again and again in the pinnacle of wonder, and the man gasped and leaned back in the office chair.

The woman came back to her senses and looked at the time, and hurriedly redressed.

"What's the hurry?" The man lit a cigarette and took a hard puff.

"I'm going to catch the announcement tomorrow morning, who knew you were playing so crazy!" The woman glared at him, the flush on her face had not yet receded, and her eyes were covered with dew, which looked even more charming.

The man suddenly, his index finger pointed at the ashes of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and continued to look at her: "It's good to get through this time, I have received the publicity ambassador of the Song family's Yuanheng Angel Charity Foundation for you." ”

The woman stopped what she was doing and looked at her in surprise and joy: "Really? Brother Hua, you gave me this opportunity! ”

The man nodded, enjoying the woman's deep admiration for him at this time: "Of course, behave well." ”

"Don't worry, Brother Hua! I'm sure I'm going to do a good job! I knew you were the best for me! The woman got dressed and hugged him ecstatically, her red lips leaving deep red marks on his greasy cheeks, and she trotted excitedly all the way out as she went out, leaving her heels with a soft "click" and "click" sound.

At the moment when the woman left, the office returned to its previous appearance and became quiet.

The man was about to stand up when his vision suddenly fell into darkness.

He jerked his head up

, shouted in the direction of the woman leaving just outside the door: "Xiaotian! Why do you go out and turn off the lights? ”

He paused, and the office was still quiet and there was no sound.

"This stinky! Why do you turn off the lamp? The man stood up and touched the black pants, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and walked in the direction of the door switch.

"Click!" "Click!" It was still dark as far as the eye could see.

He frantically pressed the switch back and forth, "Huh? What's the situation, is the light broken? ”

Suddenly there was a strong wind outside, and the windows were blown by the wind, which startled him a lot, and he looked carefully at the floor-to-ceiling windows, where there was still nothing.

He returned to his seat and flipped through the number memo on the notepad on his desk, which contained the contact information for the property.

When he dialed the number, there was an intermittent blind tone on the phone, and he dialed it twice, but no one answered.

The man was so angry that he dropped the landline: "What a broken property!" ”

At the moment when the microphone was rudely thrown back on the table, the chair in the back seat suddenly vibrated and seemed to be pulled backwards, and there was no sound in the silence around it, only the screeching sound of the chair rubbing against the floor.

The man's heart began to feel a little uneasy, and he turned his head abruptly to shine his phone underneath, and the floor was clean without even a single hair of the woman who had just arrived.

(End of chapter)