the knife of love

Chapter 80

Several strands of Tang Jingcheng's coiled hair were fanned down and hung at the corners of his mouth.

She flicked it with her left hand, and raised the corners of her eyes, her expression still didn't change, but there was a cold light in her eyes, which was very scary.

Yala next to him was so angry that he wanted to rush forward, but Tang Jingcheng grabbed him.

"Stand aside!"

"Sister Tang, she..."

"Did you hear that, stand aside!" Tang Jingcheng was very steady, the volume was not high, but it was absolutely shocking.

Guan Lue was standing a few meters away from her and watching, Lao Mai leaned over and asked softly, "Aren't you going to rescue her?"

"You think she can't handle this?"

If you can't handle it, you don't deserve to be his favorite woman!

Lao Mai frowns thoughtfully, Guan Lue's eyes are full of evil spirits, he can't understand this man more and more.

Tang Jingcheng's cold eyes made Du Hong feel a little nervous: "Little Hoof, why are you staring at me? Did I slap you wrongly? Let me tell you, if it weren't for you, my man wouldn't be lying here , why do you still have the guts to come today?"

Du Hong was aggressive, her hand was still pinching Tang Jingcheng's arm. She was tall and burly, and Tang Jingcheng was at a disadvantage in terms of body size, but she didn't show any timidity at all, she just shook her shoulders: "You can loosen your hands!" Did you open it? My shoulder is still injured, and your man beat me!"

"..." Du Hong glanced at her, and for some reason, he was a little bit jealous of her, and obediently let go, but his arrogance did not diminish.

"If I were you, you should obediently hide at home today, and hide at home for me in the future. What are you going to do when you come out? Waiting for the day when you will be punished by God and killed by a car?"

"Enough! Du Hong, what nonsense are you talking about!" Fan Qingyan was the first to rush up, and he tore Du Hong away and lay between them.

"I'm sorry, Miss Tang, she has such a temper, don't take it to heart!"

"Fan, are you fucking out of your mind? When will it be your turn to take care of this matter?" Du Hong seemed even more annoyed, and stretched out her hand to pull Fan Qingyan over again, "This woman belongs to your family? What are you doing here to help her?" Talk? If you are given a position in charge, you will not be able to distinguish between black and white? Don't forget that your two fingers are gone because of her!"

"Don't fart here! I don't blame anyone about the fingers, I did something wrong!"

"Okay, let's not mention the fingers for now, what about your sister? How dare you say that the little vixen's surname was not behind the scenes? One dead body and two lives. If it weren't for Chi Feng, a dead ghost who loves their mother and son, he wouldn't be confused. Going to Yunling to die! After all, isn’t our Chi family easy to bully?”

Du Hong burst into tears all of a sudden, turned around, supported Chi Feng's coffin and began to cry loudly.

"Damn ghost, it's fine to tell you to stay in Yunnan peacefully. At the beginning when the old man handed over the throne to the boy, he made it clear that he wanted to bully us. You still can't swallow this breath. Now you have lost both people and money. The Chi family Dead up and down, scattered and scattered, leaving me alone, how do you let me live in the future?... And how wronged you died, although some rules were violated, but the rules are all set by people , when my father was in power, there were not so many rules. To put it bluntly, he didn’t bully our Chi family! Why didn’t we just shoot this little hoof, she didn’t die, but your son and the little vixen died , and now put his own life on the line, to put it bluntly, he is now going to destroy our Chi family!..."

Seeing Du Hong's emotional collapse, his words became more and more out of bounds.

The other principals next to him were sweating coldly, and someone went over to persuade them: "Sister-in-law, don't talk nonsense, please calm down first!"

"Calm down? My man was killed by him, how can I calm down? And all of you are old people who have worked in Jiurongtai for decades, and you are convinced by a stupid boy?"

Several principals nearby glanced at each other, but did not dare to say anything.

"Everyone is timid, let me tell you, even if you don't turn back, you will die sooner or later. The surname Guan can't tolerate you, and sooner or later you will end up like this dead ghost!"

This point has been made clear, and the spearhead is directed at Guan Lue, not only about Chi Feng's death, but also all the other old guys who are dissatisfied with Guan Lue.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall became a bit delicate, no one dared to gnaw first, but Tongtong, who had been kneeling next to the coffin, was frightened to cry by this posture, but she didn't cry loudly, and all her sobs were pressed against her throat .

In the solemn and quiet mourning hall, only Tongtong's sobbing can be heard, and Guan Lue became the target of public criticism for a while.

Tang Jingcheng was still standing in front of Du Hong at that time, she was also a little dazed, she never thought that so many lives were involved behind Chi Feng's back, she looked up to find the direction of that man, he was still standing in a row The person at the front has a calm expression, and there is a calm hostility in his eyes.

Tang Jingcheng finally knew the real face of this man, and how much blood was on his hands to be able to face human life without any emotion.

"Ninth Brother..." Ye Tan called out softly behind him, but he only raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his fingers to his ears and moved slightly, and immediately several people gathered around Du Hong behind him.

"What are you doing? Guan, what do you want to do?"

Guan Lue naturally ignored it, and Ye Qin walked over to deal with it.

"Uncle Chi had an accident, we are all very sad, and we can understand that Mrs. Chi loses control of her emotions on such occasions, but today is Uncle Chi's funeral after all, so there are so many people, Mrs. Chi can cry or make trouble, but she can't speak. Obstruction means you don’t know the rules.”

After Ye Tan finished speaking, he glanced at him, and the men around him immediately held Du Hong up and down.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go, Guan, tell them to let go!"

Guan Lue was still standing a few meters away silently, his gaze was deep.

Ye Tan snorted: "Uncle Chi is still waiting to be buried in the ground, and Mrs. Chi's mood must not be suitable for going to the cemetery. Why don't you go back today, and we will take care of the rest!"

Several people dragged Du Hong out, but of course she refused to die.

As a couple, she had to watch Chi Feng being cremated and covered with earth, but his fat body dragged on the ground and punching and kicking didn't help.

"Guan Jiu, you fucking dare, remember to me, Chi Fengquan knows, and I won't let you go!" The voice was hysterical, and no one dared to stop him when he dragged out all the way. The whole mourning hall was dead silent, even Tongtong's There was no more crying.

The faces of all were the same indifference.

People die every day on this road. Everyone has seen through various reasons and methods of death. If you are numb, who cares about you!

Tang Jingcheng's stiff back moved, his eyes were fixed on Guan Lue, his expression did not change from the beginning to the end, and there was no murderous look in his brows.

He was still wearing a black sweater that day, a pullover style, with warm wool wrapping his slender body, if his eyes as black as a pool were aside, the man standing there at this time was so gentle and elegant.

But Tang Jingcheng felt that she seemed to have misunderstood him, his heart was too far, too deep, and unpredictable.

"Brother Nine..."

After Ye Tan dealt with Du Hong, he turned his head to look at Guan Lue. Guan Lue finally moved his fingers and moved away. The people next to him all backed up automatically to make way for him.

He walked unhurriedly to the front of the coffin, glanced at Tongtong who was holding his breath and didn't dare to hum, squatted down, and asked, "Are you sad?"

Tongtong bit her lip, not daring to speak.

He seemed to be smiling, and took a piece of paper from the side to wipe Tongtong's eyes.

"Cry out when you're sad."

"Tongtong doesn't... dare not..."

"Why not?"

"Because they said... Tongtong's father... died..."

"Then do you know how your father died?"

The little girl twitched her fingers and made no sound.

Guan Lue gently supported her shoulders, hooked her lips, stood up, and turned around: "Build the coffin, cremate!"

The voice was neither high nor low, and everyone bowed their bodies, bowed their heads, and mourned in silence.

Chi Feng's coffin was covered, and the coffin was made of the most traditional solid wood material. Someone hammered nails nearby, and there was the sound of a hammer being knocked in the mourning hall, with a deep sound.

The sound of mourning and music sounded, and the silent mourners raised their heads, and everyone's eyes were filled with emptiness.

There is no sadness, no pity, and no pity here. All people and things are just superficial. What kind of heart is hidden inside?

Tang Jingcheng staggered uncontrollably, and Yala supported her by the side: "Sister Tang."

"Send her back first!" Guan Lue gave Yaba a shot, and finally took a look at Tang Jingcheng, and that look was even more pervasive.

……

Tang Jingcheng didn't realize that she was shaking until she got in the car. Yala looked at her in the rearview mirror and found that the place on her face where Du Hong hit her was already swollen.

"Sister Tang, are you scared?"

"No, it's just a little cold."

Yaba believed it, and immediately turned up the heater in the car.

After Chi Feng's funeral was over in the afternoon, Du Hong didn't even get to see him again until the body was cremated.

On the way back from the cemetery, Lao Mai was driving, and Guan Lue was sitting in the car to call Yala.

"How is your sister going back?"

"The complexion is a little pale, maybe I was scared today."

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat, rest upstairs now." Yaba replied honestly, Guan Lue didn't ask any more questions, hung up the phone, and Lao Mai peeked at him from the rearview mirror.

"Did you let Tang Jingcheng go on purpose today?"

Guan slightly sneered and didn't answer.

Lao Mai said to himself: "I reckon she is quite frightened today, where has she seen such a posture before!"

"Really? Then you really underestimated her courage." The girl didn't dare, she dared to wipe his neck with a knife.

Lao Mai paid attention to the man in the back seat again, seeing that he was actually smiling, he was inexplicable.

"But old nine, you didn't make this move beautifully enough, but it gave Du Hong a chance to make use of it."

Guan slightly rubbed his fingers, and his eyes floated out of the window: "It's normal for Du Hong to be troubled. She will come to perform this play sooner or later. It depends on the occasion. Today Tang Jingcheng came, and she beat her on purpose. The slap was nothing more than a slap for me to see, and I didn't stand up and say a word for her..."

"Distressed? Afraid that she will be wronged?"

"It's a grievance for sure, but she is very smart, and she should know that I can't help her on that occasion!"

If Guan Lue stood up to vent his anger on Tang Jingcheng at that time, I'm afraid that the more he helped, the worse it would be, and the people below would think that Guan Lue didn't know how to measure, that the majestic leader of Jiurongtai would commit a crime for a woman in that kind of situation, why? decent.

It's just that Lao Mai didn't understand: "When you saw Du Hong beating her, were you really calm or didn't take her seriously at all?"

Guan Lue sneered again, stopped rubbing his fingers, and didn't answer.

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(End of this chapter)