The President's Sweet Trap

Nan Qingchen frowned, more and more felt that his appearance was a little strange. He didn't spare the bend, and directly asked, "if you have anything, just say it."

Lu Qing stood up straight, still a little tangled, "boss, I said, you have to hold, don't get angry, you know?% $#@ * &..."

He talked at length and said many words to appease people. Every sentence was not on time. Looking at the increasingly impatient look of nanqingchen, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth and said, "nanchunjie had a funeral for his wife, invited many people to participate, and most of the journalists in H city were also there!"

This is the content of his bet with Ji Ming.

When he saw the news, Ji Ming and others drove to the funeral home. They didn't see the scene of the fight. They gave a sigh of relief and ordered others to wait outside. They swaggered in.

Nan Qingchen didn't expect to appear at Gu Yiyi's funeral one day. You should know that he is Gu Yiyi's legal husband. Even if it is a funeral, he will do it, let alone Gu Yiyi is not dead.

When I entered the auditorium, there was a one meter square stone tablet hanging in the middle of the wall in front of me, black cloth hanging on both sides, a black photo of Gu Yiyi on the table against the wall, and pure white chrysanthemums on both sides. There were all kinds of wreaths around, filled half the room, and there was nothing else.

Everyone present, dressed in black clothes without any patterns, stood quietly on both sides and silently mourned the life that had disappeared in his twenties. Some people hide in the corner and exchange business cards with each other, as if they took it as a social means, rather than sincerely mourning the dead.

Nan Qingchen wears casual clothes, puts his cool hands in his pocket, and looks coldly at the black-and-white photo above.

Nan Chunjie, standing next to the table, came forward and stood in front of him, "you're still here."

Before the news was sent out, he wondered if nanqingchen would come to see Yunxi's last side. After thinking about it, his answer was still No. if he could, he didn't want to just watch Yunxi leave. But someone must send her to the last trip. Nanqingchen can't do this, so he has to do it.

Nan Chunjie handed him a bunch of white chrysanthemums in his hand and stepped aside, "go and see her for the last time."

Nan Qingchen glanced at him, ignored the flowers he handed over, and walked straight towards Gu Yiyi's photo.

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The news came from watching on TV. Nan Qingchen smashed the funeral carefully arranged by Nan Chunjie for Gu Yiyi. The two still fought. Their men were torn into pieces in the mourning hall. The people who came to the funeral had long disappeared.

What shocking news it is that the presidents of the two groups fight for a woman in the funeral home. Almost all the reporters in the city sent out to record the incident from beginning to end. The quick reporters also broadcast the live broadcast, explaining the cause of the incident and broadcasting the war situation, but no one called the police.

Gu Yiyi is half lying on the hospital bed with a remote control in her hand. Jiang Yukai is still in the shooting stage. It is said that it is coming to an end. Yin Yu is preparing for the next thing these two days. He tells Gu Yiyi about Jiang Yukai's next trip and his plans.

After all, Jiang Yukai is a star. There are a lot of announcements at ordinary times. There are also advertisements invited by some companies. Recently, a play will start shooting. His time is full, so he has no time to get along with her for too long.

She didn't speak. She looked pale on TV and didn't respond. She heard Yin Yu's meaning very clearly. In short, let her know better. Don't pester Jiang Yukai and ruin his future. Jiang Yukai will give her a good life and take good care of her. That doesn't mean she can eat Jiang Yukai.

"Miss Gu, do you understand?" Yin Yu asked. He thought that he had arranged all her life, would not suffer from hunger and cold, and would not have any loss. He had a very secure life, and basically would not refuse as long as he was not mentally ill.

"Mr. Yin, how many do you think you can see your funeral?" She stared at the TV. The two people inside were separated and protected by their subordinates. Their clothes were dirty. They didn't look like the president.

Yin Yu frowned with her eyes. He knew both of them. However, the most common relationship between people in business and them was cooperation. Since he became Jiang Yukai's agent, they had no communication at all. If Gu Yiyi hadn't been watching, he wouldn't know.

After watching it for a while, he took back his eyes and looked at Gu Yiyi, who was concentrating on watching TV. He didn't understand her at all.

Maybe it was too much trouble, or the funeral home couldn't stand it. They were two. Dozens of police arrived and pulled them apart, and sent people to take them all back to the police station. Fearless reporters surrounded the police and asked questions, trying to know more useful information to add headlines the next day.

Vaguely, he heard Gu Yiyi's name and looked at the TV again. The picture had been broadcast when nanqingchen entered the mourning hall. He finally saw the black-and-white photos placed on the table. It was the woman next to him.