Need You Now

Today is the funeral day of the former chairman of Huashi group. Many people who had made friends with him in a city came to see him off for the last time. At the front of the procession, Xu Yingjie and other relatives are worshipping there.

"The first lady of Huajia still doesn't show up. Can't something really happen?" Some reporters whispered.

Supported by Hua Xiaoxuan, a middle-aged woman in mourning clothes turned to face all the guests and said slowly, "thank you all for coming to see my husband off for the last leg. He has a spirit in heaven and will remember everyone. I'm here on behalf of the flower family. I'm very grateful. " With that, the middle-aged woman bent over.

Reporters rushed forward and pointed the cameras at the women and others: "Madam Hua, Miss Hua hasn't appeared for several days in a row. Is it true that she was injured like the rumor? Miss Huada is the successor of Huashi group. Now she has an accident. Who will be the next chairman of Huashi group? "

Xu Yingjie stepped forward and said to everyone, "Xiyu didn't have an accident, but he was too sad and uncomfortable, so that he was absent from today's funeral ceremony."

Before the end of the day, a pretty voice came from the crowd: "today is the day for Dad to settle down. Even if I don't feel well, I won't be absent."

Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Yingjie followed the sound and saw Hua Xiyu wearing filial piety clothes. She looks very good, not sick at all. Seeing her, Xu Yingjie frowned.

Seeing her, the reporters immediately surrounded her: "Miss Hua, on the recent rumors, said that Miss Hua was seriously ill, is it true?"

Miss Hua's eyes and eyebrows were crooked and she said with a smile, "do you think I look like I'm seriously ill? A few days ago, maybe my husband worried that I was too tired and showed me a performance. No, I can't be filial to my father. "

"I don't know what the game is. Can miss Hua disclose it?" Asked the reporters, gossiping.

In front of Xu Yingjie, Hua Xi said leisurely, "this performance can't be completed by one person. It needs two people to cooperate. As for what it is, I'll tell you later after Dad's funeral. Little mom, it's about time. It's time for Dad to go to the ground. "

"Will miss Hua inherit Hua's group in accordance with her will?" A reporter called out quickly.

Leaning on his side, Hua Xiyu glanced at Xu Yingjie and raised his side radian: "of course, Hua's group is my father's painstaking efforts, and I naturally will not give it to outsiders. Yingjie, do you think so

Xu Yingjie, who was named, looked a little strange, but soon returned to his normal color. He responded with a smile: "of course, Xiyu, I also help you to guard my father's company."

Hearing his words, Hua Xi's eyes are full of cold meaning. If did not hear, came to the flower lady song Junhua's side: "little mother, start it."

The reporters on the scene observed the relationship between Hua Xiyu and Xu Yingjie, and speculated on the subtle changes between them. Thinking of the rumors of the two days, I have a guess.

Hua Fu is buried in the grave. Hua Xiyu stands in front of the tombstone and looks at his father who has taken care of himself since childhood. His nose is a burst of pain. Kneeling on both knees, he slowly stretched out his hand, stroked the tombstone and said softly, "Dad, you can have a good rest here. You have always cherished your career, and I will never allow others to covet it. "

Xu Yingjie came to her side and bent over to help her: "cherish the language, we should go home."

Frowning with disgust, he took away his hand and said coolly, "Xu Yingjie, the account between us should be properly settled." With that, Huaxi walked towards the front without any expression.

Rigid action, Xu Yingjie's expression has a moment of dullness. Seeing the residual temperature in her hands, Xu Yingjie's heart flashed sour. Looking at her back, I held her hand slightly.

Not far away, dark Bugatti Weilong, Tan Yuqi leans on the chair, and his cold eyes fall on Hua Xiyu and Xu Yingjie. The rhythmic tapping of his fingertips made his mind invisible.

"President, things have been dealt with properly. What to do next? " The assistant finished the call and turned to tan Yuqi.

Looking at the lonely figure of the people, talking about Yu Qi's eyes like ice: "back to the company."

The assistant nodded, the driver stepped on the gas pedal, and the car drove away slowly. The whole process did not attract anyone's attention.