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

As the heir of Dagger, Ji Jiu's death caused an uproar, especially in the commercial and financial circles, but after all, he has no actual achievements and no prestige in the circle, so the "big wave" just started for a while, and soon calmed down .

What is not calm is the rumors about Ji Kuang. There are rumors in the circle that Ji Kuang can't wait to replace Ji Jiu as the actual person in charge of Dagger. In fact, he really can't wait.

Now that Lin Xuan is facing prison, Ji Xiang hurriedly went to Paris. Although he didn't know whether the two had a direct relationship, Ji Kuang couldn't contact Ji Xiang, acquiescing that she went abroad to avoid being implicated in Lin Xuan's murder.

Throughout the Ji family and the board of directors, Ji Kuang could not find a more suitable successor other than him. He firmly believed that Xu Chang was on his side, and also firmly believed that Ji Jiu was dead.

One is because he did see Ji Jiu in the coffin from a distance, and the other is because Xu Chang loved Ji Jiu especially since he was a child. Only when Ji Jiu really died, would Xu Chang be as distraught as he is now. That is, crying from morning to night, her eyes have swollen into red lanterns.

Ji Kuang suddenly felt ecstatically omnipotent, except for Fu Liang who also held his handle.

But he didn't care, he planned to use the benefits Fu Liang wanted to restrain him first, and then secretly collected the other party's black material. He was sure that Fu Liang couldn't be as clean as a white paper, and the black material would be exchanged in the end.

Now he is full of longing for the future, and decided to hold a board meeting to determine his position as CEO on the afternoon of Ji Jiu's memorial service.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Ji Jiu's memorial service.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Fu Liang arrived at the memorial service, accompanied by Secretary Tao.

The autumn clouds are bleak, the wind is whispering, the solemn early autumn scenery is full of sadness, and this three-point sadness is exaggerated at Ji Jiu's memorial service.

Fu Liang was wearing dark sunglasses, her fair cheeks were slightly sunken, and her jaw line was more defined.

He was wearing a Burberry black windbreaker with a LV limited edition custom casual white shirt inside, and he immediately attracted the attention of the reporters present as soon as he appeared.

He was about to walk into the gate of the funeral parlor when the reporters rushed over and hit him in the face.

Fu Liang: "..."

Reporter A: "Mr. Fu, what kind of mentality do you have in attending Ji Jiu's memorial service and funeral? Enemy or friend?"

Reporter B: "Mr. Fu, do you know Ji Jiu? How is your relationship?"

Reporter C: "Mr. Fu, who did you invite to the memorial service? Mr. Xu or Mr. Ji?"

Reporter Ding: "President Fu, maybe you came here uninvited?"

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Fu Liang's mind was flooded with questions, but he didn't hear anything clearly except for his and Ji Jiu's names.

The crowd of reporters made it difficult for him to move forward. In Fu Liang's eyes, they were like bastards in the pool. They were so noisy that they seemed to have only mouths on their heads.

Secretary Tao escorted him dutifully, tried to straighten his arms to stop the reporters who were shoving, and said with an official smile, "Sorry, sorry, I can't comment on personal issues."

Fu Liang walked slowly behind Secretary Tao, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure who was silently watching him... He looked there feelingly.

The silhouette wears a black peaked cap, a white T-shirt and a khaki linen shirt jacket, and covers the upper and lower faces with a white mask and dark brown sunglasses. With his hands in the pockets of the chocolate-colored overalls, he seems to be looking at Fu with a smile on his face. cold.

However, when Fu Liang's eyes fell on his face, he stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and left quickly.

It must be Ji Jiu!

Fu Liang instinctively wanted to run towards him, but was blocked by a group of reporters.

In anger, he snatched the microphone from one of the male reporters. The rest of the reporters were stunned and stared at him in a daze. Secretary Tao was also stunned, turning his head to look at him and swallowing his saliva almost indiscernibly.

Based on Secretary Tao's many years of experience with Fu Liang, he was already familiar with Fu Liang's upcoming anger, so he silently shut his mouth, his nerves and body tensed into a bowstring ready to go.

"You have so many mouths and so many questions, I only have one answer, do you want to hear it?" Fu Liang's anger was trapped in his throat, and he curved his lips in a hidden smile.

Many reporters nodded and said, "Of course."

Fu Liang's eyes were suddenly indifferent and sharp, and the beautiful lips with graceful curvature spit out a word in a straight voice: "Get out."

The reporters opened their mouths slightly in shock: "..."

Fu Liang glanced at them with disdain, and took advantage of the short time they were shocked to push open a gap and ran out. The reporters looked at each other and wanted to chase him again, but Secretary Tao opened his arms and said, "One man is the key, Wan Fumo Open" courage stand in front of them.

Secretary Tao always had a friendly smile on his face: "Our President Fu is in a bad mood today, and his words are offending, please be merciful. I will treat everyone to dinner at noon and include afternoon tea, and apologize to everyone."

Fu Liang ran towards the colonnade where the man had stood, and then chased him along his possible escape route.

The reporters gathered in the open space ahead and celebrities from all walks of life attending the funeral looked like dense black clouds from a distance.

Fu Liang walked away from them unknowingly, he didn't know where the man went, but he was 80.00% sure that the man was Ji Jiu.

"It must be him!"

Fu Liang continued to strengthen this belief in his heart, and searched farther and farther with his intuition, and finally didn't know where he was in the funeral parlor.

Here is a bit like a small courtyard, with western-style white marble prisms and stone benches, and evergreen green plants in front of the porch, gently swaying in the autumn wind.

While looking in all directions, he continued to walk forward, and he would not stop until he found the man.

Suddenly, he felt his body being dragged to the right by someone. The man was not weak, and Fu Liang was pulled into an office because of his unsteady center of gravity.

Immediately, the office door was closed and locked, and the man's movements were very smooth in one go.

Not allowing Fu Liang to open his mouth, he first hugged the other person's waist and smiled lightly: "Honey, you've lost weight these days, do you miss me?"

Fu Liang guessed that it was him the moment he was dragged, and he could recognize Ji Jiu even through sunglasses and a mask at a short distance away.

Hearing Ji Jiu's familiar unconscionable ridicule, Fu Liang became even more angry, and sneered back: "Yeah, I think you're not dead yet."

"Hehe..." Ji Jiu let out a low, trivial laugh. He blocked Fu Liang against the wall, hugged him even tighter, pulled off his mask, and breathed in his ear, "Actually, I'm more than You want me to miss you even more."