Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Ji Jiu got what he wanted and finally left, Ji Xiang lay limp on the sofa, everything that happened just now was a nightmare to her.

Her head was hit badly, and her hair was pulled off a lot. Now it seems that there is a group of bees flying around in her mind.

Ji Xiang lay on the bed for about ten minutes. When she was a little conscious, Ji Jiu's words "I will let you roll as far as I want" echoed in her ears continuously.

She sat up from the bed suddenly, then took the mobile phone and dialed the assistant's number, her voice was trembling uncontrollably: "Hey, Xiao Su, are you asleep? I...you can order one for me Tomorrow morning flight to Paris...I'll pack it up now, the sooner the better."

There is light rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, delicate and gentle.

Fu Liang sat behind his desk, staring at the computer screen in a daze.

If Ji Jiu was really fine and left St. John's Hospital on his own initiative, why didn't he contact himself?

Fu Liang was puzzled by this, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it all night.

At this time, Yin Kuang sent him a photo taken by the detective - at dusk, a figure flashed into the side door of the villa.

Fu Liang's heart immediately "thumped". Although the detective didn't take a photo of the front, he recognized that it was Ji Jiu's figure, at least very much like Ji Jiu.

Yin Kuang forwarded the news from the detective, proving that the place where the figure appeared was Ji Xiang's villa in the suburbs. Reminiscent of Ji Xiang being Ji Jiu's sister, Fu Liang believed that the figure belonged to Ji Jiu.

The corners of his lips could not help but draw a sweet smile.

The phone vibrated, and Yin Kuang sent another message: "At four o'clock this morning, Ji Xiang left the villa and went to the airport, and took the six o'clock flight to Paris."

Fu Liang raised her eyebrows wonderingly, not understanding what Ji Jiu did to Ji Xiang, or what she said, why did Ji Xiang flee to Paris overnight in fear?

He believed that Ji Jiu was alive, and that he was alive enough to scare the shit out of Ji Xiang.

However, his cognition was shocked by the sudden bad news in the afternoon, and he was so stunned that he couldn't speak.

A piece of heavy news exploded in the whole city and even at home and abroad - "Dagger's successor Ji Jiu died of serious injuries in a car accident two months ago. He passed away at [-] o'clock this afternoon. His family will hold a memorial service for the third day of next month."

"Boss Fu, you, you, are you okay?"

Secretary Tao carefully handed a cup of coffee to Fu Liang, his lips trembling involuntarily.

Fu Liang took the coffee cup calmly, with unclear emotions on his face, he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the coffee. It was quite bitter, and the bitter taste lingered and spread on the tip of his tongue.

"The news... is true?"

Fu Liang still couldn't believe it. The photo sent to him by the detective in the morning was still saved in his mobile phone. He couldn't help calling out the photo to check it carefully. The back looked more and more like Ji Jiu, but after hearing Ji Jiu's bad news, he couldn't believe it. , and unconsciously feel less and less like Ji Jiu.

Secretary Tao's voice was very soft, maintaining a restrained and humble posture of bowing and handing coffee: "Well, it has been spread all over the Internet, and Ji Jiu's mother Xu Chang also confirmed the news that Ji Jiu did indeed pass away at home at two o'clock this afternoon. "

Fu Liang put down the coffee cup heavily. He felt uncomfortable in his eye sockets and his nose was sore. Secretary Tao, who was watching his words, thought that the President was about to cry. He hurriedly used the excuse of being busy, and left the office respectfully.

Fu Liang didn't cry, he was indeed very sad, but he was more confused, his mind was full of question marks.

After Secretary Tao walked out of the office and closed the door properly, Fu Liang dialed Ji Kuang's cell phone, with a straightforward and very unfriendly tone: "Ji Jiu is dead?"

"Yeah..." Ji Kuang's tone was not very sure, "I only got the news this morning..."

Fu Liang said angrily: "Didn't I tell you to tell me as soon as you have news about him?"

"I'm not sure if the news is true or not. How dare I bother you rashly?" Ji Kuang explained obediently, "I don't even see the dead body now, and my mother has already notified the reporter to release the news."

Fu Liang frowned, and became even more confused: "What do you mean seeing a dead body? Didn't the news say that he died at home?"

"Yeah, that's what the news said, but I went to my mother's house this morning and the body has been taken away, and now it's in the coffin of the funeral parlor. The horoscope does not match, none of us can approach the corpse, saying that it will bring bad luck to the living..."

Fu Liang smiled coldly: "Do you still believe this?"

"Of course I don't believe it. If I believe in karma, how can I do bad things?"

Ji Kuang was quite self-aware about this, "So I went to the funeral parlor afterwards, but the managers, bodyguards, and monks guarding there did not allow me to approach the coffin..."

Fu Liang pursed her lips: "This is too strange."

But at the same time, he was even more sure that Ji Jiu was still alive, and Ji Jiu might have cooperated with Xu Chang to deliberately play games with other members of the Ji family.

Ji Kuang continued: "I'm sure I can't let it go, so I asked the master monk to let me see Ji Jiu, and lied to him that it was brotherly love. The master couldn't stand my pestering, so he let me watch from a distance. There is indeed a person lying down, Ji Jiu is right, it’s just that I didn’t get close enough to observe it carefully.”

Hearing Ji Kuang's statement, Fu Liang's heart sank again. He was silent for a long time until the other party urged him to change the subject and asked, "I heard that Ji Xiang flew to Paris in a hurry this morning. Do you know the reason?"

Ji Kuang was puzzled by the second monk at the time: "What's the matter with Ji Xiang?"

"Didn't she tell you when she left Paris?" Fu Liang asked forcefully.

Ji Kuang said in a daze, "No, her phone was turned off. I still sent her a WeChat message to inform her of Ji Jiu's death. Even when she went to Paris, I only heard about it from you. I have to ask her assistant for confirmation. I went abroad suddenly."

Fu Liang hung up the phone, he threw the phone lightly on the table, and leaned his head wearily against the back of the swivel leather chair, everything was too strange.

Is the Ji Jiu lying in the coffin that Ji Kuang saw really just a corpse?

Why did Ji Xiang go abroad in such a hurry?

Who is the person in the photo if not Ji Jiu?

When Ji Jiu made such a fuss, what kind of trick was he playing?

Fu Liang's mind is as messed up as a pot of porridge, and there are four days until the third day of the next lunar month, maybe all tricks will suddenly become clear on that day.

He only needs to wait now, his fingers are gently rubbing the ears of the coffee cup, his eyes are cold and firm, and he is going to find out when he is preparing for the memorial service.