Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

Her mother would really break her legs, but Su Jinse's eyes were not red.

Su Ma stares at a few eyes, expression satisfaction: "wash brush, should do."

Su Ma turned and walked out of the bathroom. She was calm, as if it was none of her business.

Su Jinse got a call from Ding Fugui after he arrived at Jia's. in the microphone, he had a hoarse voice with a nasal sound, like crying for a long time.

As a matter of fact, Ding Fugui was cursing to hoarseness. He called each other home to scold, and the other party was bloody.

The other party must be in pain and happy, because the false news of Qiao Yi's sudden death caused a sensation. The traffic of Qiao Yi's news in every media has increased dramatically, even the old news a few years ago.

Ding Fugui scolded, but he didn't mention taking down the news, so the other side was happy to be scolded.

Last night, Ding Fugui didn't sleep. He caught a cold and sneezed before calling Su Jinse. His tears and nose ran down.

At Qiao Yi's request, he turned on hands-free, and Su Jinse's calm voice came from the phone: "Hello, assistant Ding."

"Hello, Mr. Su." Ding Fugui wiped his nose with a paper towel.

"Sorry, assistant Ding." Su Jinse is very understanding.

"Well, Sue always has a heart." Ding Fugui secretly glances at Qiao Yi. He is holding a computer to watch the market. Since the false news of his sudden death was released, the majority of female compatriots are heartbroken and run to buy Qiao's shares. The stock price has been soaring and has been trading.

Qiao Yi is very happy with this unexpected harvest.

"Mr. Su, are you free the morning after tomorrow?"

"What's the matter?" Su Jinse replied.

"At 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow, a farewell to Mr. Joe." Ding Fugui took another look at Qiao Yi: "it's held at Qiao's house."

"No funeral?"

Ding Fugui swallowed his saliva. Su Jinse was too calm. He didn't know how to reply: "farewell is in the front, funeral is in the back."

"Oh." Su Jinse still light tone: "OK, tomorrow no matter what I will put off, on time to participate, after all, Joe is dead, this is a major event."

"..." Ding Fugui said.

"Anything else?"

"No more."

"All right, assistant Ding, pay attention to your health. Goodbye."

Su Jinse hung up at that end, and a short and rhythmic beep came from the microphone.

Ding Fugui blinked and looked at Qiao Yi stupidly: "Mr. Qiao, do you hear me? Are you satisfied with Su Jinse's response? "

Qiao Yi looked up at him: "are you satisfied?"

Ding Fugui is inexplicable. He mutters in his heart that he asked him to call Su Jinse and ask him if he is satisfied?

"I called, too, Mr. Joe. What are you going to do tomorrow?"

"It's not like you burned yourself." He put down the computer in his hand: "I can come back from the dead."

Ding Fugui sneezed again. He quickly covered his nose with a paper towel and looked at Qiao Yi from a distance: "now the news about your sudden death is flying all over the world. How can you explain to the public if you suddenly live again?"

"Did I say I was dead? It's the media writing. " Qiao Yi has a lot of money.

"However, you told Su Jinse that a farewell party would be held tomorrow. If Su Jinse told the media

"The farewell party must be dead. I'm on a business trip next week." Qiao Yi seems tired, lost the paper ball hit Ding Fugui: "tell the family, don't send chicken soup tonight."

Ding Fugui should be retreating from the ward, a person whispered to himself: "business will also have a farewell party, laughs to death."

He can't understand what Qiao Yi thinks, or what Su Jinse thinks.

She is calm when she learns of Qiao Yi's death, but Xi Xuewei makes countless phone calls and goes to the mortuary to see Qiao Yi for the last time.

Ding Fugui calms Xi Xuewei and asks Qiao Yi what to do, but he sneers: "does she want to freeze me?"